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Scouting Family
By Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2005 - Dorsai

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Scouting Family

Jeff Davis knew he'd met his wife when the two of them were still
in High School. Fortunately, Patty Wilson knew she'd met her
husband, and the two of them quickly became a kind of fixture
around their school. They were like one of those physical
constants you learn (and promptly forget after final exams) in
chemistry or physics: the speed of light was this, Avogadro's
Number was that, and wherever Jeff or Patty was, there was the
other.

Both got into college; Patty opted to attend Vassar while Jeff
went to Dartmouth. Their first couple of years in college, they
maintained their relationship via frequent visits to each other.
The summer before they started their Junior year, they found an
apartment roughly midway between the two schools and commuted.
After they graduated, they got married; Jeff quickly found a job
as a computer programmer, and Patty didn't have any trouble
finding work as a Math teacher in a middle school. Their lives
together were happy, relatively simple, and low-key. The only
thing either wanted was a child; the birth of their daughter
Samantha just a year into their married life was all they needed
to make their lives complete.

A three-year-old Samantha was suffering from a cold, and Jeff was
working from home so he could stay with her one day when there
was a late-afternoon knock at the door. Jeff got up to answer it,
figuring that Patty had stopped off for some groceries and had
her arms full. When he opened the door, though, instead of his
wife, he found two policemen standing there. One cop asked if he
was Jefferson Davis; when he said that he was, the other -
obviously more senior - told him that there'd been an accident.
Jeff's knees almost buckled, but he held himself together and
asked if Patty was okay. The expression on the cop's faces told
him the answer before the junior's words gave him the details: a
delivery truck had been going a little too fast on the downslope
of a hill when it hit a patch of wet pavement and slid into an
intersection - totaling Patty's car as she drove home from the
school where she taught. The only faint consolation he had was
the cop's assurances that it had been quick - the accident was
severe and sudden enough that she couldn't have suffered.

Seeing his dazed state, the cops stayed with him until one of the
friends he called showed up. The days afterward passed in a blur;
if it hadn't been for the help of his friends and family, he
simply wouldn't have made it. Even then, it was close: having to
explain to Samantha why Mommy wouldn't be coming home, that of
course Mommy still loved her - that she'd gone to be an angel,
and that HE loved her and would be there; it was the necessity of
taking care of his daughter's needs that gave Jeff the focus he
needed to see him through the tragedy.

He knew not to let Samantha be present for the memorial service
in the church, but she was with him for the funeral so she could
- as she'd insisted she wanted to - "tell Mommy bye-bye." After
she'd earnestly told Patty's casket "Bye-bye, Mommy. You be a
GOOD angel, okay? I love you", nobody at the funeral could resist
shedding more than a few tears.

In the years that followed, Jeff dedicated himself to raising
Samantha. His employer readily agreed to letting him work from
home whenever possible - he was a good employee, and there really
wasn't anything 'magical' about what he did that made it
necessary for him to come in to an office every day. Jeff was
determined that Sam wouldn't miss out on anything just because
she'd lost her mother. Along the way, he trained himself to do
virtually all of the things that mothers normally did for their
daughters - he could braid her hair and had learned to keep up
with her ever-changing interests, he was a willing partner for
High Tea with Samantha and the variety of stuffed animals she
kept on her bed, and had even gotten her a small collection of
the necessary cosmetics so she could play 'dress up'. While he
was doing all of that, he was also talking to the mothers of
daughters, so that he'd be ready when she experienced the
different phases in her life. After his wife's death, the time he
spent giving her a bath each night was a special bond between
them; when she'd grown to the point of wanting to take her own
baths, he readily agreed - even though the request from her
nearly broke his heart. The whole time Samantha was growing up,
Jeff was careful to be honest with her. As was to be expected,
there came the time when she saw him naked; the resulting
questions she asked were answered in a way that satisfied her
curiosity without overwhelming her or making her think there was
anything inherently wrong or bad about human bodies. The only
thing he emphasized was that it wasn't polite to open doors
without knocking and waiting for an answer first.

Similarly, when she finally discovered 'bad language', he sat
down with her and explained the difference between the words
she'd heard (and had used) and the more socially acceptable ones
- and which ones HE preferred she used, and why. After that, she
used them a few times by accident, or to try and get a rise out
of him when she was unhappy with him, but his patient and gentle
disapproval was enough to discourage her from using them for
long. His apparently casual attitude toward bodies, nudity, and
language meant that Samantha wasn't afraid to come to him and
talk about anything, any time she had a question or problem.

She got interested in being a Brownie Scout, and he didn't
hesitate to volunteer for anything and everything they'd let him.
He'd been a mediocre cook at best, but helping Samantha learn for
Brownies helped HIM, too - much to his quiet amusement. He
doubted that he was the ONLY Daddy active in Brownies, but he was
the only one anybody he knew knew of. Some of the parents were
initially concerned about his presence; on learning what had
happened to Patty, their worries quickly turned to admiration and
trust.

When Samantha made the transition from Brownies to Girl Scouts,
he stayed right with her; his presence among prepubescent girls
was readily accepted because most parents already knew of his
involvement in the program because of their own daughters. That
he was able to help them with things that the mothers simply
couldn't do - and relieving a lot of other dads of the necessity
of being dragged into various events - helped tremendously.

When she got old enough, Jeff had 'The Talk' with her - after
psyching himself up for a full month beforehand. He calmly and
patiently explained to her what she could expect to happen with
her body before long, and described to her (in a general way - he
WAS still her Daddy, after all) the kinds of 'feelings' and
things that she would experience. Finally, he managed to cover
the subject of sex, and what HE thought was important about it.
He somehow managed to keep his equanimity throughout, and when he
was done he could see that he'd been able to get it right:
Samantha was eagerly looking forward to the onset of puberty, but
without being afraid or embarrassed about all that it involved.
She still had a few questions, which he was able to answer
carefully and dispassionately; when they were done, he knew that
she was as accepting and ready for the changes that were coming
as she could be, and that she knew she could still come to him
with questions and problems just as she had before.

A few days later, the two of them went to a drugstore so Samantha
could pick out what menstrual product she wanted to use, so she'd
have it when the time came. Not having the necessary plumbing to
be able to really understand the situation, Jeff had worked up
the courage to ask a few of the women he knew from Girl Scouts
what THEY thought the pluses and minuses of the different choices
were, and what they would recommend. Those conversations had been
fairly embarrassing at points, but his determination to make sure
Samantha was making an informed choice on the matter also
impressed those same women mightily. So when Jeff and his
daughter were in the appropriate isle of the store, he was able
to relay what he'd learned to her. He answered her questions, and
told her what other women had said, but left the final decision
up to her. She finally settled on napkins - she hadn't been
reluctant to tell him that she didn't think she wanted to try
putting anything inside at first. With the selection made, she
decided she should pay for it since it was going to be HER
'stuff'; but she DID want him nearby when she did, "Just in
case". He suspected she needed or wanted the reassurance of
having him nearby, and felt proud that she would trust him that
way.

Less than a year later, she casually informed him over breakfast
one morning that she'd started her first period the night before.
After a polite inquiry, he learned that she was fine - a bit
uncomfortable, but not in any kind of pain. She'd woken up in the
middle of the night to feel something sticky between her thighs;
when she'd gone to the bathroom to see what it was, she'd found
blood. It had taken her only a moment to realize what was
happening, and she'd simply cleaned herself before opening the
box of napkins she'd kept under the sink. Once she was satisfied
that she'd taken care of things, she'd gone back to bed. Jeff
felt pleased with himself that he'd been able to prepare her to
handle the situation as calmly as she had. When he suggested that
the two of them go out for dinner that night to celebrate the
start of her becoming a woman, she smiled and said she'd like
that.

It took a few months before Samantha's periods became regular; a
year after that, and Jeff thought he could see her body starting
to change. So he was ready for the day that she came to him and
said that she wanted to get some more clothes; he said he'd take
her the next day, and managed to hide his hurt feelings when she
said that she thought she'd like to go with a woman, instead. He
said that was fine, and that he'd find someone to help her. When
he talked to Darcy, one of the women from the Girl Scout troop,
she immediately understood in a way that he simply couldn't. She
readily agreed to come to his place and take care of it before
telling him "Face it, Jeff, this is just the beginning. From here
on out, there's going to be a LOT going on in her life that
you're not necessarily going to know about. I know how close you
and Sam are, and I wish to hell I had that kind of connection
with MY kids. But there are going to be changes happening with
her that you as a guy aren't going to understand - any more than
us women know what it is with you guys and the TV remote", the
last delivered with a grin, which Jeff couldn't help mirroring.

Darcy spent over an hour with Samantha in her bedroom before the
two of them went out shopping. Jeff could only figure it was some
kind of genetic thing that even Samantha could spend a couple
hours at the mall, come home with nothing (as she'd done several
times), and still call it 'shopping'.

None the less, when they got back, they had managed to actually
buy some things that they took into Sam's room; Jeff idly
wondered if actually paying for something somehow ruined the
experience for them.

When Darcy came out a few minutes later, she accepted the cup of
coffee he offered, and suggested the two of them sit in the
kitchen. Jeff looked at her, and she just said "She's going to be
in there trying things on for while, I think, but I still think
we need to talk where she won't accidentally hear us."

After both of them were seated, Darcy told him "As you probably
figured out, she wanted to go shopping for girl stuff.
Specifically, she figured she was ready for - well, wanted,
anyway - a training bra."

Jeff gave her a wry grin and answered "Yeah, I kinda figured. A
couple months ago, I thought I could see that her body's starting
to change, and figured she'd start wanting something like that."

Darcy grinned back and said "Well, you were right. Part of the
reason we were in there so long is because she was a little
worried about a couple of things, and wanted to talk to me. One
of them was that she's developing breasts, and she didn't know if
they were growing fast enough. She told me you already talked to
her about what was going to happen to her, and I figure you must
have done a HELL of a lot better job of it than me or my husband
did with OUR kids: she wasn't the slightest bit bashful about
taking her clothes off so I could see what she was talking about.
I'm not a doctor, of course, but I'm not so old I can't remember
what happened when I was her age, either, so I DID look; and I
told her that it looked to me like she was developing just fine,
and reminded her that she still had a few years before she
stopped growing. That, and the other things I told her seemed to
be all she really needed - which really surprised the hell out of
me."

Jeff just sat there looking at Darcy for a few moments before she
asked "You're not going to ask what we talked about?"

He took a sip of his coffee and thought a few moments before he
answered "You already told me that she isn't going to want to
talk to me about everything. I've thought about it, and I figure
the best thing I can do is give her the privacy she wants while I
make sure she knows that she can talk to me if she wants to. I
remember what it was like for me around that age: there was stuff
that I just wanted to keep private, and my parents' insistence on
knowing every little thing that went on in my life just pushed me
away from talking to them about things that now I know I SHOULD
have. All I can try to do is find a balance between giving her
the privacy she needs and wants, and staying involved in her life
enough to make sure she doesn't get into anything too serious. I
know she's going to make mistakes; she HAS to if she's going to
learn how to be her own person. It's like when she was learning
to walk: I can try to hold her enough that she doesn't get hurt,
while keeping my grip loose enough to let her learn."

Darcy looked at him for several seconds before she said "I knew
you had brains; that computer stuff you do is WAY over my head.
But you're smart, too: what you just said is what I wish I'D
known when my oldest were her age. I don't doubt that you're
going to do just fine with her, Jeff. Me and the other mothers,
we've all talked about how obvious it is how much you love Sam,
and how far you're willing to go to make sure she doesn't have to
miss out on any kind of girl stuff she wants to do. I mean, any
guy that's willing to play 'dress up' with his daughter by
putting on earrings, makeup, and a hat has got to have his heart
in the right place!"

Jeff just smiled before Darcy went on "Anyway, I told her that
she can come to me or any of the other Scout mothers any time
there's something she doesn't think she can talk to you about. If
it's anything serious, I know that any of us would let you know.
If you don't mind, I'll tell the others what I did today. That
way we're all on the same page if Sam does come to one of us."

"I don't mind, if Samantha doesn't. I'd rather have her going to
folks I already know than not getting any help she needs or
wants."

Darcy looked at him appraisingly before saying "I don't think
it's going to happen too often, or about anything too serious.
While we were out, Sam and I got to talking, and she trusts you -
a LOT. More, even, than I think any kid I've ever SEEN trusts
their parents. She's got her head on straight, she's got her shit
together, and she knows - knows, mind you! - that she can come to
you about anything, and you'll do the best you can for her. The
only reason she didn't ask you to help her today was because
you're her DAD, and she wasn't entirely sure you'd really
understand how important this was to her - it being girl stuff,
and all. I told her that I thought you would have understood, and
done anything you could to help. After she thought about it for a
bit, she finally said that she figured you would, at that, and
she hoped that she hadn't hurt you by asking for a woman to help
her. Jeff, I don't know if you really understand how much your
daughter loves you. I mean, she didn't come right out and say it,
but there isn't a doubt in my mind that she loves you every bit
as much as you so obviously love her. She's getting old enough
now that she's starting to see and understand all the things you
did, and still do, for her; she's beginning to realize that you
do them because you love her as much as you do and don't want her
to lose out on any chances to do the kinds of female stuff she
wants to. It's blindingly obvious to me that she's already
absolutely devoted to you; and I think that's only going to grow
over the next few years. I don't mean that she's devoted like she
thinks you're always right or that you're perfect or anything
like that; it's more a case of she's devoted to you the same way
you are to her, and for the same reasons. She knows that you've
tried to make sure she didn't forget her mom - but without making
it a big deal, or laying any kind of guilt trip or anything on
her, because you loved Patty and wanted Sam to know Patty loved
her, too. I wouldn't be surprised if, in a few years, she starts
trying to do things for you to try and make YOU happy the same
way you've done things for her - like maybe trying to fix you up
with the single mothers of her friends, and that kind of thing;
she knows you haven't had as much of a social life as you could
have, and why."

Jeff's smile was wry when he answered "I don't think I could love
anyone as much as I loved Pat."

Darcy's look was sympathetic when she told him "No, I don't think
you could, either. But that doesn't mean that you can't meet
someone, and learn to love her. Even if it isn't 'as much', I'll
bet it would be more than enough."

With that, Darcy finished her coffee and got up to put the empty
cup on the counter next to the sink before saying she needed to
get home. She couldn't help putting a sympathetic hand on Jeff's
shoulder for a few seconds before leaving.

After the talk with Darcy, Jeff tried his best to find the
balance of support and freedom that let Samantha make small
mistakes so she could learn not to make big ones. He knew that
she still went to talk to Darcy or one of the other Scout mothers
on occasion; when they didn't say anything to him afterwards, he
simply accepted the fact that he couldn't be a mother to Sam no
matter HOW much he tried. But Sam also started coming to him
again after the first-bra incident, which helped him feel better.

As the months passed, it became more and more obvious to him that
Samantha was going to take after her mother: she was developing
the same long dancer's legs, trim waist, and even the same
profile that he remembered so fondly.

He also couldn't help noticing that she was developing some
rather pronounced curves in places that had previously been a lot
flatter; something that vaguely troubled him. He had more than
ample opportunity to take note of the changes in Sam's body
because he frequently saw her moving around their home when all
she was wearing was her underwear. The whole time she'd been
growing up, she'd been free to wander around the house in just
her underpants when it was just the two of them; the change to
panties and a bra (and the ability to fill that bra) plainly
didn't change the attitude she'd learned from him that there
wasn't anything wrong with skin. It wasn't that she did it
deliberately, or anything - he knew full well that she'd simply
gotten into the habit of going from 'here' to 'there' in whatever
she happened to be wearing at the time, just as she'd done as a
little girl. It didn't happen all THAT often, and he told himself
that there wasn't any more of her exposed than if she was wearing
a bikini at the beach - which somehow wasn't all THAT comforting.

Still, he wasn't anywhere near being ready when he asked her what
she wanted for her 15th birthday, and got the answer that she
wanted to start using birth control.

Despite the number of thoughts that ran through his mind -
including the idea of grounding her until six months after he was
dead - he managed to casually ask her why she wanted that for her
birthday. Seeming to sense that he needed more than a minimal
explanation, she told him that even though she wasn't having sex
yet, she admitted that she was starting to THINK about it, and
wanted to start using birth control then so that if she had any
problems with the method she'd selected - chemical implants -
she'd know about them beforehand. As she put it, she "wanted to
be ready to be ready". She was still only allowed out on 'group'
dates, but he'd had to promise her that she could start having
'real' dates after she turned 15 - something that he regretted
even more, then.

Though the idea of his little girl (he still thought of her that
way, despite the evidence his eyes provided) engaging in sex
terrified him; deep in his heart of hearts, he knew that he'd
never think she was ready for anything like that. But the
thinking part of his brain somehow managed to wrest control from
the Daddy part, and he had to admit to himself that her reasoning
was valid, and that she'd obviously given the matter careful
thought. Still, he couldn't help waffling by telling her he'd
think about it - which, to his surprise, she seemed willing to
accept.

It was over a week before the different parts of his mind stopped
screaming at each other and reached a consensus: that if she was
ready to admit that she was thinking about having sex, then he'd
damned well better make sure that she had at least some
protection ahead of time. When he told her over supper what he'd
decided, she'd smiled at him and said "Thank you, Daddy." Three
days after her birthday, he was sitting with her in the
examination room - at her request - while their family doctor
made the necessary injections. Afterwards, when she'd left the
room, the doctor had congratulated him for having the courage to
face reality - something that didn't noticeably improve his frame
of mind.

Several weeks later, Samantha was having some of her friends from
Girl Scouts for a sleepover. While they spent most of their time
in Samantha's room, talking about girl stuff, the main part of it
was supposed to happen in the family room, where they'd be able
to watch TV, listen to music, or anything else they wanted to do.
One of the 'understandings' he had with them was that once he
went into his bedroom and closed the door, he wouldn't leave it
again until the next morning; he suspected that they used the
opportunity to talk about, and do, things that they didn't get a
chance to anywhere else. For his part, Jeff had parked himself in
the living room where he'd be out of their way (and they, his)
while he read a book. Once Sam and the others had finished
plotting their takeover of the world in Sam's room, the lot of
them swarmed into the family room. All of them had been friends
long enough, and been over for various overnight events, that
they'd all gotten used to the fact that the rules were somewhat
different at Sam's house: nothing was going to be said, for
example, whether they wore nightgowns or just their panties and
bra when they were ready for bed; that he was the only other
person present, and Samantha didn't worry about what she was
wearing helped tremendously. They listened to some music - or
that was what Jeff figured it was supposed to be, anyway - for a
while, then watched a movie. Jeff figured it was something with
the current teen heartthrob in it by the faint squeals of delight
and other pleased noises that he could hear them making.

When the movie was over, he could see them as they made their way
into the kitchen to top off their supply of snacks and drinks. It
took a bit before he realized something: that he wasn't just
seeing the girls as his daughter's friends. Rather, he was seeing
them as they were - young, nubile females; and even more, that
there were more than a few pairs of nipples easily visible to
him, that several of the girls were wearing panties or nightgowns
that left considerable expanses of firm round asses exposed, and
that he could readily tell how much pubic hair a few of the girls
had, and what color it was.

Worst of all, he felt that he'd responded to the views he'd had
of them; his penis was harder than he could remember it being for
a long, long time. Trying to hide behind his book, he felt
embarrassed that he'd looked at them in that way. Try as he
might, he couldn't do anything to reduce the swelling in his
pants - the memories of what he'd seen simply wouldn't leave his
mind.

He finally gave up trying to read his book; instead, he stood up
and rearranged himself to minimize how visible his erection was,
and used the book to conceal what remained before starting toward
his bedroom. Before he got there, Samantha got up from her place
on the floor in the family room and came to wish him goodnight;
the feeling of her body pressing against his when she stood on
tiptoe to kiss his cheek only seemed to make his manhood that
much harder. When she finished, she looked at him for a second
before wishing him good night and going back to her friends.

Alone in his bedroom, Jeff didn't delay in ridding himself of the
encumbrance of his clothing and lying down on his bed. With
visions of the girls in his mind, he closed his eyes and began
stroking his erect cock. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before
he felt himself tighten up, then begin spraying his semen all
over his chest and belly in a release stronger than he could
remember having.

Afterwards, he grabbed his undershirt and wiped the cum off
himself, feeling ashamed of what he'd just done.

It wasn't the masturbation that bothered him, since he'd done it
often enough after the death of Patty; no, it was the fact that
he'd been thinking about the young girls that were his daughter's
friends, and the children of people he thought of as HIS friends,
that had him upset with himself. He lay back in bed and tried to
figure out what had happened to cause him to act that way, but
couldn't find an answer. The memories of what he'd seen of each
of the girls kept crowding into his mind, and he again
masturbated himself to climax with the visions of them spurring
him on. When he was done, he cleaned himself off with his shirt
again. After he dumped it into his clothes hamper, he went to bed
- but sleep was slow in coming, and troubled when it arrived.

A couple of days later, he noticed that Samantha seemed to be
watching him; when he asked her if there was anything on her
mind, she surprised him by asking him if he was okay. Baffled why
she would ask, he assured her that he was, and and asked why she
wanted to know. Hesitantly, she told him that when she started to
do laundry that day, she'd found something on one of his
undershirts, and she didn't know what it was. Horrified, he
realized that she was talking about the cum-soaked shirt he'd
simply tossed in his hamper. But rather than tell her what it
was, he said that he'd spilled some shampoo in his bathroom, and
used one of his shirts to wipe it up - which seemed to settle
things for her.

When school ended, Jeff's place was a popular hangout - due to
the fairly large above-ground pool in the privacy-fenced back
yard, and the comfortable deck around half of it. For the most
part, Jeff left the girls to themselves, though he'd occasionally
stick his head out to make sure they were okay. One day, he was
working from home and had gone into the kitchen to get himself a
cup of coffee. Samantha came in to get drinks for everyone, and
casually mentioned that some of the girls had decided they didn't
want any tan lines showing under their blouses. Jeff immediately
understood that meant that some of them had shed their bikini
tops - an image that had his cock stirring in his pants. But all
he said to Sam was that they should be careful not to get a
sunburn, and that he was going to be working on his computer the
rest of the afternoon - until shortly before supper, he thought.
Samantha understood he what he was telling her, and with her
hands full of sodas, kissed him on the cheek before saying "Okay.
Thanks, Daddy!" and heading back outside.

The following Saturday, Sam and another batch of girls were
taking advantage of the pool and deck, and Sam let him know that
some of the girls were getting rid of any tan lines. He again
cautioned them to be careful, and said that he was going to spend
the afternoon watching a baseball game on TV - in the living room
(which didn't have the view into the back yard that the family
room did). Samantha just smiled and kissed him on the cheek
before going back out to join her friends.

When the game had the seventh inning stretch, Jeff went into the
kitchen to get himself another beer - and found Sam's best
friend, Yvonne, topless as she was just starting to make
something to drink for all of them. His obviously unexpected
presence surprised her, and she released a small squeak and
turned away from him before busying herself with the various
ingredients she'd gotten together. Jeff could see her ears darken
as she blushed, but he didn't say anything to her while he got
himself the beer he was after. When he looked toward her again,
he saw that she was starting to make some instant lemonade. He
opened the freezer, got out a couple trays of ice cubes, and put
them in a bowl for her before refilling the trays and putting
them back in the freezer. Blushing, she nodded her thanks for his
help before he told her "I think you'll find that if you only use
three quarters of the sugar they say on the package, and add a
tablespoon of lemon juice for each quart, it'll taste better -
more like real lemonade."

She turned to look at him, and managed to give him an only
slightly embarrassed smile before saying "Thank you, Mr. Davis.
I'll do that."

He smiled back and told her not to get too much sun, then went
back into the living room. Even though his eyes were on the TV,
it was the sight of Yvonne's breasts and nipples that Jeff saw
for the rest of the game.

After that brief encounter with Yvonne, Jeff noticed that it
didn't take long before the other girls - and even Samantha -
became apparently indifferent to whether or not he saw them
topless. By the end of the summer, the girls that came over to
use the pool were shedding their bikini tops almost as soon as
they were in the front door. Jeff never overtly stared, or did or
said anything - but when they weren't looking, he took every
opportunity to check them out, and memorize what he saw.

The attitudes of the girls that came over to swim in the daytime
were soon adopted by the ones that didn't; whenever it was
Samantha's turn in whatever sleepover rotation they had going,
the ones involved were just as casual, and the views he got were
just as good - if not better. A bikini, even a small one, is
still meant to cover certain portions of the female anatomy in
public; the alleged panties that most of the girls wore suffered
no such limitations. So whenever Samantha was the hostess for the
event, Jeff had ample opportunity to see the girls in ways that
he doubted even their parents did. And what he saw was carefully
filed away in his mind for use when he masturbated - something
that was happening more and more often, even though he didn't
realize it.

It was barely a week before school started again, and Samantha
had invited Yvonne to spend the night. They had spent nearly the
entire evening sequestered in Sam's room, coming out only for
supper and to get something to drink or snack on. When Jeff went
to bed, Sam came out long enough to kiss his cheek and wish him
good night before closing her bedroom door again.

After he'd gone to sleep, Jeff started having a particularly
vivid and enjoyable dream about having sex. Whoever the woman was
that he was with (he couldn't see her face in the dream), she was
incredibly wet and tight inside. The sex started slow and
luxurious, but it wasn't long before the two of them were going
at it like a couple of rabbits. Every time it felt like he was
going to cum, they'd slow down or stop until the feeling passed,
then speed up again. Still, there was no stopping the inevitable,
and he dreamed the woman started climaxing just before he started
to cum in her...

And woke up to find that he was cumming: he was flat on his back,
and there was a female form on top of him with his dick spewing
what felt like quarts of his semen into her tight, wet pussy.

The intensity of his climax was strong enough that the feeling
prevented him from doing anything but gasping in pleasure - at
least, until he'd finished emptying himself, when he finally saw
that it was Yvonne that had impaled herself on his manhood and
brought him so much enjoyment.

At the sight of her, his dick promptly wilted while visions of a
prison cell filled his thoughts. He reached out and all but threw
her off of him before sitting up on the edge of the bed, facing
away from her, as he began to sweat and shake at the realization
that he'd just fucked his daughter's fifteen-year-old best
friend.

Behind him, he heard Yvonne ask "What's the matter, Mister Davis?
Did I do something wrong?"

He somehow found his voice, and answered "No, Yvonne, you didn't
do anything wrong - I did. I shouldn't be having sex with with
anyone as young as you, and I'm sorry."

He heard a soft, short laugh before she said "Mister David, you
weren't having sex with me - I was having sex with you! I was the
one on top, remember? And there's nothing for you to be sorry
about - it was great!"

Hearing her words, he realized that she HAD been the one on top -
and his mind promptly shifted from worrying about how he was
going to manage in prison, to wondering just what the hell she'd
been doing there (aside from the obvious).

He finally gave in, and asked that very question:"Yvonne, what
the hell are you doing in here, anyway?"

She giggled, and answered "Having sex with you, of course! Or are
you asking me WHY I'm in here?"

He felt himself blush at her answer, and responded to her
question by saying "Yes, I'm asking why you're in here. Why
aren't you in Sam's room, sleeping? What if Sam wakes up and sees
you gone? What am I supposed to say to your parents? What if you
get pregnant? How am I supposed to explain all this? What am I
doing to do about Sam if I go to jail?"

Finally realizing that he was seriously worried about the
situation, Yvonne told him "I'm not in Sam's room because I
wanted to come in here and be with you like this. Sam already
knows I'm in here; that's why we stayed in her room so much - so
I could tell her what I wanted to do, and why. You don't have to
say anything to my parents; I broke my cherry last year during a
gym class, and my mom had a talk with me. She told me that she
remembered what SHE felt when she was the same age, and that the
only reason she didn't start having sex sooner than she did was
because she was afraid of breaking her hymen. She said that since
mine had broken the way it did, she knew that there wasn't
anything stopping me from starting to have sex any time I wanted;
she just told me to be careful about who I was with, and said
that I could still come to her any time I wanted to. A couple of
weeks later, we went to the gynecologist, and he fixed me up with
an IUD, so you don't have to worry about making me pregnant,
either. I think she told Daddy, too, because the next day, he
gave me a little hug and told me that he would ALWAYS love me.
You're not going to jail and you don't have to explain anything
to anyone. I came in here because I wanted to, not because of
anything you said or did - at least, not THAT way - and I'm not
going to tell anybody else what we did; well, what I did."

Relieved that he wasn't likely to have gotten her pregnant,
Jeff's thoughts wrestled with the things she'd said about not
having to explain anything to anyone, and that she apparently had
no interest in seeing him in jail. Several minutes went by before
something Yvonne had said percolated to the top of his thoughts.
When it did, he turned his bedside lamp on, and went to
Samantha's room while still naked. He rapped on her door a few
times before saying "Sam? I think you need to come to my room. We
need to have a talk." With that, he went back to his bedroom
where Yvonne had moved to sit up. He didn't bother putting
anything on before hesitantly taking a position with his back
against the headboard and his legs stuck out in front of him.
From the expression on her face, Yvonne knew something serious
was going on, but curiously not worried about it.

When his daughter came into his bedroom a minute later, she was
naked; apparently, she'd figured that since Yvonne was almost
certainly undressed, she'd do the same in support of her friend.

Jeff couldn't help noticing that Samantha had a small narrow
wedge of dark pubic hair covering the mound of her pubis; and
from the look of it, it was thick and soft, just as her mother's
had been. He managed to derail the train of thought that he knew
would have his dick waving in the air. Instead, he gestured that
Sam should take a seat on the bed, too. She did, sitting demurely
near Yvonne who had shifted to sit cross-legged. Whether she was
indifferent to the view she was giving him, or using it as an
attempt to put him off-balance, Jeff wasn't sure - and with an
effort of will, promptly ignored it as best he could.

As he gathered his thoughts, he looked from one girl to the
other; both looked back at him calmly, without fear or visible
nervousness. He let his mind wander off to try and figure out why
for a bit before dragging his thoughts back to the matter at
hand.

When he was ready, he told them "I have to tell you - BOTH of you
- that what happened here tonight was not something that needs to
be repeated. For your information, it is illegal for me to have
sex with girls under a certain age; and that age is some years
ahead of either of you. If anyone - ANYONE! - found out about it,
it's highly likely that I would find myself in jail or prison. If
that happened, I would not only lose my job, of course, but I
would lose this house and everything else I have trying to pay
for lawyers. Worst of all, though, is that you, Samantha, would
be taken away from me, and be sent to some foster home if you
were lucky, or someplace worse if you weren't. The only time we
might be able to even SEE each other would be through a thick
piece of glass - IF they were nice enough to even let you visit
me in jail or prison. They certainly wouldn't let me hug you, or
hold you, or kiss you, or even touch you."

"Yvonne, I've known you and your parents since you were in
Brownies together with Sam. I don't have any reason to think that
you were lying to me about whether or not I have to say or
explain anything to them. What I don't think you understand is
that if they DID find out, then they would almost certainly have
to go to the police and try to have me put in jail, no matter
what you told them. They'd have to do that because they would be
under a lot of social and public pressure. That you figured you
had to come in here while I was asleep tells me that you know
what you did isn't something that pretty much anybody would
understand; and it's for that same reason that your mom and dad
would have to do something they might not want to otherwise. Yes,
I'll admit that I liked it, as you know - but it is NOT something
you should have done."

"Samantha, at this point, I have to say that I'm very surprised
and even a little disappointed that you would not only agree to
what Yvonne wanted to do, but actually help her. Honey, you know
that I love you, and I would gladly do anything I could to make
you happy. I hope you don't think that I'm angry with you, or
that I'm trying to make you feel guilty; I'm not. I'm just trying
to get you to understand that I think you've made a big mistake.
We've talked enough times that I thought you understood that I
think sex should be something special, and that you thought of it
that way, too. I'm sure you had reasons for what you did; I just
don't think they were very GOOD reasons, right now."

To both of them he said "Now, I'm not upset about what happened
tonight just because of the legal reasons I told you about first,
or even just the things I said to each of you. The main thing
that bothers me about it is something I have to think about as a
parent. I know sometimes all of you think I'm some kind of old
man that worries about things he doesn't have to, and that
sometimes I tell you you can't do something you want - or tell
you you have to do something you don't - just because I'm being
mean. What you don't completely understand yet is that there's a
whole WORLD of difference between how you can think about things
when you're the daughter, and when you're the parent. I want you
to think for a second about how much differently YOU think about
things than younger kids do... and now I want you to think about
how much differently a parent has to think - and why."

He saw the expressions on their faces change after a few seconds,
and went on "Us parents, we're completely responsible for
everything about you. When you're just little babies, WE'RE
responsible for making sure you stay fed, and warm, and healthy;
and we're the ones that change your diapers because you aren't
old enough to use a toilet. Then, when you start growing up,
we're the ones that hold you up while you learn how to walk - and
comfort you when you fall down. After you get older, and you
start playing and you fall down and skin your knee or get hurt,
we're the ones that try to make it feel better, even though it
hurts us in our hearts to see you in pain. And the whole time,
we're the ones that take care of as much as we can so you can
just be kids, and have fun. And we do all that because we love
you so very, very much."

He took a breath and continued "Finally, when you get old enough
that you're able to start thinking about things for yourselves,
and making decisions, we're still there; loving you and trying to
help you LEARN how to think and make those decisions. But the
same way you know more at fifteen than you did when you were
five, WE know even more than you do. That means that we know, and
have to think about, things that you aren't aware of yet. You
literally don't know that you don't know - just like you didn't
know about the trouble I could get in because Yvonne came in here
tonight. So while YOU thought it was okay, I already knew that it
wasn't. Not just because of the things I told you about, but
because I also know that as grown up and mature as you believe
you are, the way you think hasn't completely grown up any more
than your bodies have. Us parents, we want you to grow up and
learn how to make decisions for yourselves, because we love you.
But we also love you enough that we try to help you from making
decisions that we already KNOW will hurt you - maybe not
physically, or right away, but still hurt you. So we're always
trying to walk along this line between loving you too much THIS
way, and loving your too much THAT way; either side, and we're
not helping you grow up to have the kind of life we want for you
- and both ways, we're still loving you too much. Sure, sometimes
we love you so much that we can't see it when you ARE as grown up
as you tell us; when you become parents, you'll understand that
you ALWAYS see your kids as being younger than they really are."

That got a brief smile from each of them before he finished
"Anyway, what I'm telling you is that if you want to show us
parents you're as mature as you want us to think, then you need
to let us know that you've REALLY thought about what happens
'after', and you've considered the 'what happens IF' things, and
stuff like that. To give you an example that applies to what
happened tonight, did either of you think about the possibility
that I might have an STD? Or did you just assume that I didn't?"

The looks on horror on both their faces told him the answer. Jeff
deliberately let them sit and stew for several seconds before he
told them "You can close your mouths, now - I don't. But that's
an example of just thinking you're old enough for something, and
actually BEING old enough. Now, I've had my say, and told you
what was on my mind about all of this. If you want, I'm willing
to give you a chance to tell me what was on YOUR minds."

The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds before
Yvonne told him "That first time you saw me without my suit top
on, in the kitchen, you didn't say or do anything. I mean, you
didn't like look at me, or try to touch me. You just got some ice
for me, and then told me how I could make the lemonade stuff
better. After you left, I thought you were being pretty cool
about it. Then, after that, when all of us started going around
with our tits showing almost all the time we were here, you were
still relaxed about it. I know you must have looked at us, but
you were nice and polite about it; you didn't stare or anything.
So when I decided I wanted to find out what sex was like, I
decided I wanted to do it with you first. I figured that as nice
as you were being about all of us running around half naked,
you'd be okay about it."

She took a deep breath, and looked down at the bed as she said "I
guess - no, I know - that I was being selfish. I mean, I just
thought about how much I wanted to find out what sex was like,
and I really didn't think about anything else. I thought that the
only reason you wouldn't want to be with me like that was because
I'm Sam's friend, or because you know my parents; that's why I
decided to come in here after you were asleep. I thought that if
you woke up before we were done, it would be okay because it was
me that came in here. I never even thought about anything else,
like you said - not about that you might, uh, have something, or
that you could get in trouble or anything."

She raised her head up to look at him again, and her voice was
steady when she told him "I know the way I did it was wrong, and
that I didn't think about it the way I know I SHOULD have. But
I'm not sorry it happened, either. After my cherry broke in gym,
I knew that I couldn't go back to being a virgin again - and I
was sorry and glad about it at the same time. I was sorry because
I'd never get to know what it would be like to give a special
part of me to someone I cared about; but I was glad because it
meant that I didn't have to worry about getting hurt the first
time. Now I know what it's like to have a guy inside me, and I
like it - a lot. But I don't like it so much that I want to start
having sex with just anybody, either. I know there's more to sex
than just what we did, and I want to learn about it. Not all at
once, or necessarily everything, but I still want to learn - from
someone that I can trust not to do anything to hurt me, and that
will care about me. I'm really, really sorry that I came in here
the way I did; but if I could do over, and do it right, I'd still
want to be with you because of the way you've always treated me.
And if you'd let me, I'd be glad to have sex with you, and have
you teach me. I know it's asking a lot after what I already did,
but I hope you can forgive me and give me a chance to show you
that I really am grown up enough for it, and be with you again."

Having said her piece, Yvonne got up from the bed and walked
around the end of it for the door. Halfway there, she stopped,
then came over and gave Jeff a soft kiss on the cheek before
telling him "Good night, Mister Davis." Then she turned around
again and left; a few moments later, Jeff could hear the door to
Samantha's room close.

When her friend was gone, Jeff could see the misery on his
daughter's face, and knew that she needed to be comforted.
Despite the fact that he was all too aware of her nakedness, he
still gestured that she should come and sit on his lap. She
readily did so, and he put his arms around her and held her to
his chest as she started talking to him.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Daddy. I really didn't mean to."

He gave her a gentle hug and said "No, honey, you didn't hurt me.
Like I said, I'm just surprised and a little disappointed, is
all."

She looked up at him before saying "But Daddy, I do think sex is
something special! For as long as I can remember, you've always
slept here at night, so I don't think you've been able to really
be with any women or anything since Mommy died. You told me you
spilled your shampoo that time I found stuff on your shirt; but
since then I've still found your shirts a few times when I did
laundry, and I really didn't think you were spilling that much
shampoo. I didn't understand about it until the end of the sex
education class we had before school ended. It was when they told
us about how a man ejaculates when I realized that the stuff I
was finding on some of your shirts was your semen. Then I figured
that you were masturbating, and I didn't think you'd be doing
that if you were able to have sex. I know how good it feels when
I touch myself, and I figure that if sex is even better, then
you'd only do that if you weren't able to have sex. I love you,
Daddy, and I thought that if Yvonne came in here, it WOULD be
special for you."

Sam lowered her head again, and couldn't see the embarrassment
Jeff felt at knowing his daughter not only knew about his jerking
off, but felt sorry for him about it. After a moment, she went on
to tell him "Really, Daddy, I thought it would be okay. I didn't
know about that other stuff like jail, and Yvonne really had to
talk to me for a long time before I was sure about her coming in
here. I mean, she'd my best friend, and I didn't anything bad to
happen to her - that's how I kind of understand what you were
saying to us about having to watch out for someone. Her folks
aren't the same way with her like you are with me, so I kind of
felt like I had to be the one to watch out for her so she didn't
do something wrong and get hurt. Except that neither one of us
was as grown up as we thought we were, and it turned out wrong
anyway."

Jeff kissed the top of his daughter's head and told her "Sam, I
don't doubt for a second that you had the best intentions, or
that your reasons were good, or that you were trying to help
Yvonne AND me. You heard her, and she DID like what we did; and
what she did with me made ME feel good, too - better than I have
for a long time. I just need you to understand that even though
you had the 'who' and 'why' right in your heart, it was the 'how'
and 'when' in your thinking that you made a mistake."

She was silent for a moment, then asked "So you're not mad at me
or anything?"

He gave her a hug and answered "No, I'm not mad at you or
anything."

He held her for another minute or so before telling her "It's
late, and you still need to get up tomorrow so we can get you
ready for school. Bedtime - again!", accompanied by a soft slap
on her butt. She giggled as she still sometimes did, and got off
his lap. She turned around and kissed him on the cheek before
saying "I love you, Daddy. Good night."

"I love you, too, dear" he answered before she left to go back to
her room.

When he heard her door close, Jeff got up and went to close his
own bedroom door before going in to take a quick shower to get
his and Yvonne's dried juices cleaned off. When he was ready to
get back into bed, he saw that there was a large wet spot where
Yvonne had sat. He considered changing the sheets, then decided
that since the wet place was on the other side, it could wait
until the next morning.

Jeff hadn't responded to what Yvonne told him before she left him
and Samantha alone to talk - but that didn't mean that he hadn't
heard her, or that he wasn't thinking about what she'd said.

The next time Yvonne spent the night with Sam, she didn't park
herself in his lap, or try to vamp him, or do anything other than
simply make it clear to him that she was willing if or when HE
was.

Jeff's conscience wrestled with his desire, and after it had lost
two out of three, he casually approached Yvonne's mother at the
next Girl Scout meeting. After phrasing a question as something
HE was thinking about, he was able to get a pretty darn good idea
of how mature SHE thought Yvonne was, and what she thought about
the idea of Yvonne having sex. The answers surprised him, and
triggered another series of debates in his mind.

He dragged things out arguing with himself for as long as he
could. It was in early October when Yvonne was staying the night,
and he went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and found her
getting bottles of juice for herself and Sam. She gave him a
brief look when he came into the kitchen, but didn't say anything
as she took a couple bottles of drink out of the fridge. When she
turned around, he cleared his throat and told her "If you still
think you want to, uh, learn anything from me, I guess it's okay.
If you changed your mind, that's okay, too."

Her only visible response was that her eyes got big and she
managed to nod her head before hurrying out of the kitchen.

Jeff didn't see much more of either Yvonne or Sam the rest of the
evening, except for brief glances of them as one or the other
made the occasional foray into the kitchen. When it was time for
bed, he knocked on the door to Sam's bedroom and reminded the
girls that they still had school the next day before going into
his own bedroom and closing the door behind him. He'd only gotten
a couple of buttons on his shirt undone when he heard a soft
knock. His heart was pounding as he went to see who it was; he
both afraid and anxious that it would be Yvonne. When he opened
the door, it was her, wearing only her panties and looking to be
as nervous as he felt. His last token effort at quieting his
conscience was to open the door farther and step aside - leaving
it up to Yvonne to take the final literal and figurative step
into his bedroom.

She took that step, and a couple more, coming to a halt when she
was just a couple of feet from his bed and then turning around.
The two of them looked at each other nervously for a couple of
seconds before Jeff closed the door and moved to stand in front
of her.

Looking into her eyes, he told her "I really had to think about
all of this before I decided it would be okay. Well, as okay as
it can be, right now. You said that you wanted to have sex with
somebody that would teach you, but not push things. I'm willing
to teach, but it's going to be up to YOU to make things happen.
I'm not going to come and get you to be in my bed; if you want to
be here, you have to get in it yourself. I'm not going to start
grabbing you or touching you or trying to have sex with you; if
you want me to do any of those things, it's up to you to let me
know. I'm not going to try to do all of the things with you that
I know two people CAN do; if there's something you want to do, or
want ME to do, you have to say so. I understand that you don't
know what you don't know, so I'm going to tell you that I'll
answer any questions you have the best I know how; if I don't
know the answer, I'll say so, find out what it is, and tell you.
You can stop this any time by simply telling me that you want it
to stop. I won't get mad, I won't be hurt, and I won't do
anything to try and change your mind. But I won't let it start
again, either, so that means it's up to you to make sure that's
what you want. You know what can happen if anyone finds out what
we do. I'm not worried about me, but I hope you'll always
remember what would happen to Samantha, and what it would do to
her."

He took a deep breath and continued "I hope I'm not sounding like
I don't want to be with you, or like I'm trying to lay down a
bunch of rules, or anything. I just need to be sure you know that
us being together, and whatever happens with us, is because
that's what YOU decided, not because I said or did anything to
make it happen. Even though I liked what happened last time, and
I'd like for us to be able to be together like that, I'm still an
adult and you're still only fifteen. That means that even if my
heart and body want something, there's still a big part of my
brain still telling me I'm doing something wrong, even if the
'smart' part of it is telling me it's okay."

Yvonne waited a bit to make sure he was done before she answered
"I really listened to what you told us that night - about what it
means to be an adult, and a parent. And I thought about it a LOT;
I mean really thought about it - 'specially what you said about
adults thinking about the what-if stuff, and what happens after.
And that just made me understand even more that when I came in
here that night, I wasn't being as grown up as I thought I was.
So I really, truly DO understand why you had to say the stuff you
just did, about everything being up to me, and the rest of it.
I've started thinking about the things MY parents say and do, and
I'm starting to get an idea of what it must be like for them -
and you! - having kids. My little brother is only eight, and
sometimes I understand WHY they tell him some of the things they
do; but until you talked to us that night, I didn't understand
that the same way they were watching out for him, they were
trying to watch out for ME, too - except that I'm old enough to
think about SOME of the things that he just doesn't yet. When I
thought about what you said, I finally realized that the same way
it wasn't right when my little brother got upset when they had to
tell him something and he didn't understand why, it wasn't right
for ME to be like that, either, because they were doing the exact
same thing. Except that it's worse for them when I do it, because
they know that I am old enough to understand why - WHEN I act
mature enough to think about it the way they know I can. It's
like the Parent part of you that makes you automatically try to
protect us is telling you that it isn't right to be having sex
with someone my age, while the other part that you use to think
about what you want us to learn and how to raise us is saying
something else. What you're doing is telling me that by having ME
be the one to make things happen between us, you're kind of
telling that instinctive part to shut up so the other part can
actually DO something insted of just listening to the bitching
and screaming."

Jeff couldn't help smiling at her entirely too apt description of
what had been going on in his mind before she went on "No, I
don't think you sound like you don't want us to be together, or
that you're trying to put a bunch of rules or anything in the
way. Once I really thought about it, I realized that I could have
gotten myself into a LOT of trouble by coming in here that way,
and it REALLY scared me. But because I DID think about it the way
I should have, now I'm even more sure that I really do want to
learn about sex from you. I'm not going to come over here just
for that, or want to have sex with you, like, all the time. But I
AM sure about what I want, and why; and I'm glad you decided
you're willing to be with me like this."

When it became clear that neither of them had anything else
'formal' to say, Yvonne took Jeff at his word about it being up
to her to make clear what she wanted - by stepping in front of
him and making it clear she wanted him naked by starting to
remove his clothing. First his shirt, then his undershirt, were
removed and draped across the back of a chair. His belt buckle
and the fastening of his pants gave her a little trouble; but she
was able to deal with them, and slide his pants down his legs
before carefully putting them on the seat of the chair where his
other clothes were. He could see that she was a little nervous
when she reached out for the waist of his undershorts, but they
were soon keeping his pants company. After she'd gotten his socks
off, she just tossed them on the floor in front of the chair.

Standing up again, she took a couple of steps back before
slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and
slipped them down to her ankles. She carefully lifted one foot
out of them, and used the other to flip them over next to the
chair where Jeff's clothes were. Once she'd done that, she simply
stood there in front of him, clearly inviting him to look at her,
just as she was looking at him.

Jeff did look at her, and quickly realized that the carefully
memorized glimpses he'd gotten of her before simply hadn't done
her justice. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was slightly
curly, and kept tucked behind her delicate ears; she had a wide
face with beautiful brown eyes, a small, straight nose, and
slightly full pink lips that he could barely wait to kiss. Her
complexion was clean and clear, and she stood tall in front of
him at what he figured was a meter and a half in height. She had
slender, but not thin, shoulders and arms; her slightly small
breasts stood firm and proud on her chest. Each was capped by a
small light brown areola and (visibly erect) nipple. Below them,
her belly was trim, with only the slight bulge at her abdomen
that most women seemed to have. Lower still, he could see that
her bush was larger than he'd expected; she obviously kept it
trimmed, since her panties had completely covered it. Her pubic
hair was only slightly darker than what was on her head, and
looked like it was somewhat thick. It flowed down between her
thighs, but he could see a slightly part where he knew her
vaginal lips must be. Her legs looked amazingly long, nicely
curved, and obviously strong and firm.

When his eyes got back to her face, he could see that she'd
finished her examination of him; with a a smile on her face, she
turned to face away from him so he could look at the rest of her,
too. As nice as she looked from that side, too, it didn't take
him long to decide that her ass desperately needed to be sculpted
by the finest artist in the world: rounded, but not bulbous or
'bubble-y', he just knew that it was firm and smooth.

When she turned around again, he smiled at her - both thanking
her for letting him look, and to let her know that he liked what
he saw. After a moment, he realized that she was waiting for him
to reciprocate; he soon moved to do so, doing so for what he
estimated was the same amount of time. When he was facing her
again, she gave him the same smile, for what he knew were the
same reasons.

He waited to see what was next, and when Yvonne remembered her
'duty' a few seconds later, she calmly stepped forward and took
his hand to lead him to the bed. She hesitated only the briefest
of moments before her soft touch let him know that she wanted him
to lie down on his back; it wasn't a second after he'd done so
that she was next to him, on her side.

She moved close enough that he could feel her pubic hair softly
brushing his hip before she bent her knee so that her thigh and
calf were resting on his leg; she leaned against him and put her
hand on his chest as she tucked her head into his shoulder. Once
she was situated and comfortable, she quietly told him "I DO want
to learn about sex with you. But I'm nervous and kind of afraid,
too - because I want it to mean something. I mean, I've seen
animals before, and what they have is just sex: they fuck, the
boy animal cums, and they're done. What I want is more than that,
even though that part of it feels good, too. It doesn't have to
be forever, or anything like that; I just want whoever I'm with
to care about me more than the boy animal does, and to think
about me when we're NOT together. You know what I mean?"

Jeff put his arm around her and gave her a gentle hug before he
answered "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. When I first met
Sam's mom, I felt that way about her: I thought about her all the
time, even when we weren't together. I'd see a flower, and think
that SHE would like it; or I'd be walking someplace, and know
that SHE'D like to be walking then and there, too. Patty and me,
we didn't actually do anything more kiss and make out a little
until we'd known each other for almost a year; even then, it was
several months before we actually went all the way. But once we
HAD gone that far, I don't think that we ever just had sex. We
loved each other, more than I think either of us thought we COULD
love someone. But we loved each other like that all the time; so
when we were physical with each other, we were using our bodies
to express what was in our hearts - and that made it something
even MORE special. A lot of people, they like someone, and that
person likes them, and the two of them have sex. It's more than
the 'just' sex animals have, because they like each other, and
they'll still be together sometimes even when they aren't having
sex. And because they're having sex, which feels pretty good as
you know, they'll start hanging out together even more; and they
might learn to like each other more, so they start having more
sex, and hanging out more, and so on. Sometimes, they'll decide
that they want to spend their lives together and maybe have kids.
Somewhere long the line, the sex part of it stops being the
reason that they stay together; what happens is that they realize
that they ARE thinking about each other even when they aren't
together, and that each of them cares about the other one whether
they're having sex, or not. When that happens, it's called love."

He felt her start to say something, and quickly interrupted to
say "I'm not saying that all love is the same, or that love is an
is-or-isn't kind of thing. Anyone can have different kinds of
love, and have it in different amounts. I'll bet that YOU don't
love your brother the same WAY that you love your parents, and
that you don't love your grandparents the same AMOUNT that you
love your mom and dad."

She lay there quietly for a few moments before saying "You're
right, I don't love everyone in my family the same way, or as
much. But what does that have to do with me wanting having sex to
MEAN something?"

"What it has to do with it is that whether you realized it or
not, you were saying that you want someone you're willing to have
sex with to care about you - to love you, even if it isn't the
same big love that a husband and wife have. Animals can't love;
at least, not the way people mean it, so that's why they have
'just' sex. Sometimes, people have a love like me and Sam's mom
did, and what we had was kind of the opposite of 'just' sex. Most
of the time, it's somewhere in between. So when you tell me that
you want sex to mean something, I know that you want someone to
love you even when you aren't having sex with them. And that's
part of why I had such a hard time with being with you like this
- because I didn't want to have 'just' sex with you."

She considered that for a bit before tilting her head to look at
him and ask "You're saying that you love me because you're
willing to have sex with me?"

He smiled at her and answered "No, you've got it exactly
backwards. I'm willing to have sex with you because I love you.
And before you go off on me, no, I don't mean the big get married
kind. Remember, there's different kinds and different degrees of
love. The love I feel for you is the kind where I don't want to
see you get hurt, and hope you're happy, and stuff like that. And
how much of it I feel is that I'm only willing to have sex with
you BECAUSE I love you the WAY I do."

He could see that she was a little confused, and he explained
"The love I feel for you is kind of like what I feel about
Samantha, and not as MUCH."

He could see that he'd phrased it in a way she could deal with
before she lowered her head to his shoulder again. He continued
to hold her, and after a bit she told him "Okay, I understand, I
think. You love me kinda like you do Sam because we're the same
age and everything; and you don't love me as much because she's
your daughter, and I'm not. Because you love me different than
her, you don't have to love me as much to be willing to have sex
with me. It's kind of the same as about my Gramma and Grandpa -
it's okay that I don't love them as much as my Mom and Dad,
because I love them differently."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the idea" he answered, before giving
her another gentle hug.

Talking to her like that had done wonders to settle Jeff's mind,
and he had relaxed enough that he was perfectly willing to just
lie there and hold her as long as she wanted. They stayed like
that for a minute or two when he heard her say "I'm glad that it
won't be 'just' sex with us. Now I want you to love me" before
she rolled onto her back, and turned her head to look at him.

Jeff rolled over onto his side, and propped himself up on his
elbow so that he could look down at her. He could easily tell
that while she was a little nervous, she was even more certain,
about what she wanted them to do. He gently put his hand on her
belly - apparently surprising her that it didn't end up on her
breast - and lowered his head to place a soft kiss on her
forehead. She looked up at him in curiosity, and he told her "I'm
not worried about touching you when we're like this. But this is
our first time together, and I just wanted to show you that you
don't have to be nervous. I don't want to rush you, any more than
you want to BE rushed. Just now, you said you wanted me to love
you - and that's I what I want to do, too: LOVE you. The last
thing I want to do is hurt you, in ANY way. You said that you
want me to teach you about sex, and that's what I'm going to do;
but I'm going to teach you about love, too, if you'll let me. To
do that, I'm going to want to show you that love can be shown in
a lot of different ways; and you're going to have to learn how to
accept love, and give it back. Okay?"

Reassured, and visibly affected by what he'd just told her,
Yvonne looked up at him and nodded her head. Jeff smiled tenderly
at her, and lowered his head again to kiss her softly on the lips
before saying "You want me to teach you, and I don't want to rush
you - so until I'm sure what's right for YOU, you're going to be
the one to decide how fast we go. I'm not going to be mad or
upset with you, no matter what; all I want to do is what's right
for you, and you're the one that tells ME what that is. You don't
have to say it in words - I'm just going to do what you tell me
is okay by what YOU do."

With that, he lowered his body a little so he'd be more
comfortable, and touched his lips to Yvonne's - and doing so in a
way that made it clear to her that she decided what kind of kiss
it was, and how long it went.

She decided that the kiss should be gentle and affectionate - and
chaste. When he felt her lips pull back slightly from his, Jeff
readily let it end and raised his head slightly so he could look
into Yvonne's eyes. What he saw was a mix of slight relief (that
he really wasn't going to push), satisfaction (that she had the
basic kissing part right), surprise (that he really was letting
her set the pace), and anticipation (of how much better she
thought things were going to get). When her eyes closed, and her
lips started to pucker again, Jeff gladly met her lips with his.
The second kiss lasted longer, and she got considerably more
'involved' in it - and Jeff just as willingly let it end when she
wanted it to. Her eyes looked deep into his own, and after a
second or so, she seemed to find what she was looking for: he
could see a slight change in the way she looked at him.

When she indicated she was ready, they kissed again. Her lips
were firmer on his, and she put more feeling into it, giving him
an idea of what feelings and desires and emotions were running
through her. Their lips stayed locked together far longer than
Jeff really expected they would; he was putting as much of
himself into it as she was, and he hadn't thought that she would
be quite that enthusiastic so soon. But he was easily as willing
for it to go on as she was - and when it was over, he just as
willingly accepted that, too.

When he looked into her face, he could see that Yvonne's face was
slightly flushed - and that she was probably as surprised as he
was at the duration of what they'd just done, and the enthusiasm
she'd put into it. Again, her eyes searched his face and seemed
to find what she was after; looking into his eyes, she said "I've
kissed boys before, but it was never anything like that. Does
really caring about someone - loving them - make THAT much
difference?"

He gave her a small, gentle smile before he answered "It does if
both of them care about, and love, each other. Not so much about
what's on the outside, or what they think or hope they'll be able
to do together, but when they're interested in what's inside the
other person - what's in their heart, and... soul, I guess you
could say."

"You care about me that way? About what's in my heart, and soul?"

Jeff raised his eyebrows, and answered "Of course. Didn't I
already tell you that I love you?"

Yvonne looked up at him and answered "Yeah, you did. I just
didn't realize that you meant it that much, or that way - or that
it would make THAT much difference."

He touched his lips to the tip of her nose before he said "I said
that I wanted to teach you about love, if you'd let me. You're
getting your first lesson, now. Do you want to find out just how
MUCH I can love you?"

"Oh, yes!"

With that, Jeff was the one to initiate their kiss - but it was
Yvonne that started it moving toward becoming as loving and
affectionate and long as it turned out to be before they had to
come up for air.

Yvonne gasped "Go ahead and move your hand - I WANT you touch
me!" before pulling Jeff into another kiss - one that started
loving, and graduated into passionate in less than a minute.
While that was happening, he began to follow her instructions by
letting his hand start softly caressing her, starting with her
belly and gradually expanding his touch until it included nearly
her entire body - but not her breasts, or the area between her
thighs.

He wasn't sure if the next several minutes constituted on really
long kiss, or several shorter ones: while the pressure waxed and
waned several times, their lips never lost contact. Toward the
end of it, Yvonne's mouth opened slightly, and her tongue came
out to make a fleeting first contact with Jeff's lips. Their kiss
ended before she did it again, but soon after they started
kissing again, she repeated it - and Jeff reciprocated. That
seemed to be all the encouragement she needed, and it wasn't but
a second before she opened her mouth and let her tongue come out
to play. Jeff's tongue introduced itself to hers, and the two
played a brief game of tag before starting to dance in each
other's mouths.

It was the start of their deep kissing that Jeff had been waiting
for; when Yvonne opened her mouth to his, he finally included her
breasts in the parts of her body that he touched. The first time
his hand cupped her half-orange sized breasts, she softly moaned
into his mouth while he felt her hardening nipple begin to press
into his palm. He let his hand softly squeeze her breast, and
found it to be delightfully firm even as his fingertips told him
how warm and smooth it was. Once he'd fully savored the feel of
her young mammary in his hand, he began running his thumb across
its nipple, teasing it to even greater length and hardness as he
felt her areola tighten in sympathy. It took only a couple of
minutes before he had that small tan protrusion at full
extension; he then shifted his attention to the other side of her
chest, and repeated his efforts. When he'd completely aroused the
peak of that mound, he went back to the first and restored it to
its full glory. Then he returned to its mate to do the same
thing. Back and forth he went, until both of Yvonne's breasts
were capped by the crinkled surfaces of her areolas supporting
her hardened nipples.

By the time they reached that point, their kissing had ended. Not
so much because they wanted it to, but out of necessity: Yvonne's
arousal had increased to the point that her moans and panting and
other noises simply made it impossible for her to continue. But
that didn't mean that all the kissing had stopped. Jeff still
applied his lips to her - kissing her face, gently nibbling her
earlobes and 'milking' them with his lips, kissing her throat,
and softly 'biting' her from her neck to the point of each
shoulder with his lips.

So when Jeff's hand resumed its travels, there was only one part
of her left for him to bring to full, quivering life; when his
fingertips softly traced a line along the inside of one of her
thighs, she parted them for him and moaned as she raised her hips
- presenting it to him to do with as he wished.

Even so, he didn't immediately begin to plunder her treasure.
Rather, he continued to gently stroke the insides of her firm,
smooth thighs with feather-light touches, increasing her passion
and desire even more. Only when he heard her whimper in
frustrated arousal did he touch the source of the heady aroma
he'd long since detected.

His first contact with her mons was simply to cup it with his
hand, delighting in the softness of her pubic thatch for several
moments before slowly tracing his fingers upwards through its
thickness, and then back again until his middle finger was lying
along the furrow of her femininity. Slowly and gently, he curled
his finger to draw it ever so slightly between the small, thin
petals of her labia until it came into faint contact with the
exposed nubbin of her clitoris. As faint and fleeting as that
contact was, it was still enough to draw a soft moan of pleasure
from Yvonne as she arched her hips up in response.

Jeff uncurled his finger again, mirroring his previous actions -
but with the slight exception of allowing his fingertip to dip a
trifle deeper between her vaginal lips. He repeated the cycle
several more times, each journey marginally farther into her
cleft - until, finally, he felt the hot wetness of the entrance
to her womanhood.

Patiently, he kissed his way down her throat and into her
cleavage, then sideways and up until he could take one of her
small, hard nipples into his mouth and begin sucking on it; only
then did he let the touch of his fingertip on her opening change
into a slight pressure so that he could begin to trying to slide
it into her young core. Moving the end of his digit around in the
wetness between her vaginal lips, he was able to lubricate it
well enough that it took little effort for him to slip it through
the tight ring of her opening as she pressed herself against it
in welcome and encouragement. Once through, it was only a minutes
time before he was able to slowly slide its entire length in and
out of her as she loudly moaned her pleasure at the dual
stimulation of his mouth on her breast and his hand between her
thighs.

When he could feel that she was easily taking the one finger, he
switched his lips to her other breast before starting the process
of adding a second. Loathe to hurt her, he moved slowly and
gently; he readily transferred his oral attentions back and forth
between her breasts to stimulate her as much as possible during
the process. Finally, it was done: accompanied by her deep groan
of pleasure, he was able to slip his middle and ring fingers all
the way into her.

As incredibly tight as she'd been around him that night, Jeff
knew that he needed to make sure Yvonne was thoroughly stretched
inside if she was going to be anywhere NEAR comfortable with him
as an active partner. He also knew that it would help if she were
as wet and relaxed as he could get her before he tried to fit his
man-sized cock into her mid-teen vagina. So he kept his fingers
in her as much as possible, moving them around to try and help
her adjust, as he used the palm of his hand to apply a rhythmic
pressure against the bump of her clitoris that he could feel. It
didn't take him long to find a speed and pressure and pattern
that seemed to suit her: in only a couple of minutes, she was
making all manner of pleased sounds as she whipped her head back
and forth in her rapidly increasing passion. A few minutes more,
and she suddenly froze and began making a high, keening sound as
he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on him - hard - before
they began the spasming he knew was her orgasm. Even as Yvonne's
young body was going through the throes of pleasure, Jeff
continued sucking and gently biting her breasts and nipples while
he tried to move his fingers inside her as best he could, so that
her orgasm would be as strong as he could make it - and leaving
her as relaxed as possbile for what was next.

When it was over for her, she just lay there, stunned by what
she'd just gone through - giving him the opportunity to rescue
his hopefully undamaged fingers. Once he was satisfied that they
still worked, he eagerly slipped them into his mouth so he could
taste her essence; he was looking forward to the opportunity to
teaching her the pleasure available at having someone using their
mouth on her. He discovered that her oils were light and thin,
with a flavor that was both sweet and musky at the same time. At
that particular moment, what he wanted to do more than anything
else was to park his head between her thighs and eat her young
snatch for, say, a couple of years. But he knew that before they
could get to that point, he had to help get her past the
only-fucking stage - which wasn't really all that bad of a job,
he judged, with an inward smile.

By the time he'd properly cleaned his fingers of Yvonne's oils -
that is, left nothing but the memory behind - Jeff saw that she
was getting herself back together again. He had started to caress
her body again when he commented "I'm guessing that felt pretty
good for you?", with a grin.

Her eyes got the size of saucers before she replied "That was way
better than 'pretty good'! I mean, when I was in here that first
time, I had an orgasm that was stronger than anything I ever felt
before, but it wasn't anything compared to THAT!"

He smiled at her, and asked "Was that enough, or do you want
more?"

With that question, she looked down to see that his penis was
fully erect and resting on her thigh. She blinked a couple of
times, and he saw her nipples re-erect before she looked up at
him in eager anticipation and gasped "Oh, god, yes!"

He lifted himself up, and Yvonne quickly moved her legs so that
he'd have room between them. It took only a moment for him to get
himself positioned with his hard cock laying on the soft mat of
her pubis. When he reached between them to take hold of himself,
she raised her knees and spread her thighs even farther. He eased
himself back a little and slid the head of his penis up and down
between her labia a few times to wet it with her oils as she
closed her eyes and moaned at the contact. When he was ready, he
carefully positioned himself against her opening; when she felt
him gently pressing against her, her eyes opened and she looked
up at him to say "Just to make it clear, I want you to do this. I
want you to put that thing in me, and fill me up with it. I want
to feel you moving in me, and fucking me. I want to feel it when
you cum, and squirt your juice in me."

With their eyes locked, Jeff began pushing his hips forward,
slowly increasing the pressure his man-sized cock applied to her
young woman's entrance. He could feel it as she relaxed herself,
trying to make it easier for his penis slide into her; after just
a couple of seconds, he felt the tight ring of her vaginal
entrance begin to expand - letting the bulbous glans of his
manhood start to slip through to the pleasures that lay beyond.

Another few seconds, and it was done - with a gasp from Yvonne,
the head of Jeff's cock all but popped into her. He waited to see
if she was having any pain or difficulty; he knew she wasn't when
she lifted her hips and pressed herself against him.

It took him a full two minutes to slowly and carefully work his
erection into Yvonne's hot channel. Even with the stretching he'd
done of her vagina, she was still incredibly tight inside; he
knew that the only thing that made it possible for him to fit
himself into her that way was the ample lubrication she was
producing. He could only wonder how the hell she'd managed to get
herself onto him, that first night.

When he'd felt the end of his penis touching the deepest part of
Yvonne's vagina, Jeff had stopped, not wanting to hurt her, even
though nearly a full inch of his cock was still outside her. She
seemed to realize that there was still more of him available, and
put her hands on his ass and tried to pull him the rest of the
way in. He was enough larger than she was that she couldn't
manage it - but she'd made her desires clear enough, and he
pushed himself the rest of the way in, stopping only when he felt
the tight ring of her entrance clenched around the base of his
cock. When he looked down at her, the expression on her face
could only be described as complete bliss. She finally looked
back up at him, and he could plainly see the joy and eager desire
as she told him "Now, fuck me!"

That command, coming from someone as young as she was, was one he
couldn't refuse - even if he'd wanted to.

Slowly at first, he started easing himself out of her; when only
half his length was still inside he reversed direction, earning
himself a passionate groan from her as he refilled her with his
manhood.

The next time he did it, it was a little faster; the time after
that faster still.

It took only a few minutes before he was able to slide himself in
and out of her as though she were a full-grown woman. Each thrust
into her was met with a moan of excitement that ended only when
his pubic bone bumped against her clitoris; when that happened,
she would release a small grunt of pleasure. Several minutes
later, he didn't have any doubts that she was enjoying what he
was doing: even though she stayed hot and tight around him, he
could feel that she'd gotten even wetter as her arousal
increased.

Everything Jeff had done had been aimed at helping Yvonne have
even ONE orgasm before he climaxed in her, so he was completely
unprepared for it when she suddenly froze underneath him and he
felt her vagina begin tightening around his cock, just as it had
around his fingers. As small as she was inside, the further
tightening of her young pussy made it all but impossible for him
to keep moving in her even if he'd wanted to - which he didn't.
The stimulation he was getting from being in her was already
making it difficult for him to keep from cumming in her; even
just holding himself still while her internal muscles clenched
and spasmed around him during her orgasm was almost enough to
have him blowing his load in her. But through an incredible
exercise of sheer willpower - which he knew he'd never get proper
recognition for; giving fifteen year old girls a proper fucking
wasn't something that earned people medals - he managed to avoid
doing so. When Yvonne's release finally began to taper off, and
she again relaxed around him, he finally felt that it was 'safe'
for him to start moving in her again.

Yvonne's arousal and pleasure didn't seem to have been tempered
in the slightest by her orgasm. Less than a minute after he
started pistoning in and out of her again, she was lifting her
hips in welcome to his thrusts, and once more making frequent
sounds of pleasure and excitement.

Several minutes later, he realized that she was getting close
again - which was fine with him, because he was, too. He was just
a few strokes short of unloading himself into her when she
started to orgasm again; rather than just clamping down as she
had before, her vagina went through a series of spasms that were
more than enough to trigger his own release. Stuffing as much of
his hard cock into her as he could, the first eruption of his cum
exploded from the end of his dick with a force that nearly had
him fainting - even as Yvonne's orgasm intensified when she
realized what was happening. With each spurt of his semen into
her spasming womanhood, Jeff could feel his balls strangely
getting wetter; it took him a few moments to realize that she was
so full of his penis that each time he unloaded some of his cum
in her, it was forcing out what was already in her - there simply
wasn't any room in her for his cock AND his cum. THAT thought
simply made the rest of his ejaculations even stronger, further
aggravating the situation.

By the time Jeff felt that his slightly sore penis was simply
making token efforts at trying to squirt something into her,
Yvonne's orgasm had ended. When he looked down at her, he saw
that she was looking back at him with something akin to awe -
along with a mix of satiety, gratitude, and love.

He managed to lower himself to his elbows so that he didn't
collapse and squash her; she responded by wrapping her arms and
legs around him and giving him a fierce hug before covering his
face with small kisses. When he opened his eyes after her
onslaught of osculations, she looked deep into his face before
telling him "Oh, thank you, Mister Davis! Thank you, thank you,
thank you! That was so wonderful; it was WAY better than I
thought it would be! Thank you!"

He quieted her through the simple expedient of kissing her, then
answered "I'm glad you liked it, Yvonne, but I should be thanking
YOU, too. It felt really good for me, too."

She got wide-eyed and told him "I know! I could feel it when you
started squirting in me, and it just made things even better; it
was like I was having a whole nother orgasm, even!"

All things considered, Jeff decided that he'd had worse responses
to his sexual efforts. He kissed Yvonne again and told her
"That's what I was trying for, dear - to make it as good for you
as I could."

She sobered slightly at the endearment, and asked "Because you
love me? The way you said you do?"

He suddenly realized that he'd called her 'dear', and that she
might be worried that he was turning what had just happend
between them into something other than what she'd thought it was.
So he smiled down at her, and answered "Yes, I love you - exactly
the way I said I do."

Assured that their relationship hadn't changed simply because of
a simple word, Yvonne again looked pleased and happy when she
told him "I'm glad that you would love me like that. And I love
you, too."

Jeff immediately understood that the way she was using 'love' was
the same as he did - a kind of shorthand word for all the things
they'd already talked about. The single biggest fear he'd had was
that she would become too emotionally attached to him, and from
what she'd just said, it didn't sound like that was going to
happen.

He kissed the tip of her nose and told her "Yvonne, you don't
have to call me 'Mister Davis' when we're together like this. You
can call me Jeff, if you want to; and if you call me dear, or
honey, or anything else like that, then I'll know that it's
because I make you happy, and you care about me, just the way we
talked about. Okay?"

She grinned at him before she answered "Okay... Jeff."

Having gotten some of his energy back, Jeff started to move off
of her; when she felt his mostly-erect penis move in her,
Yvonne's eyes closed and her head tilted back as she released a
soft moan of pleasure. He held still when it started, and when
her head moved forward again she looked up at him in amazement
before asking "You're still big! How come?"

"Because it feels so good to be inside you like this, silly" he
replied. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he started to move
off of her again. She tilted her head forward to watch as his
manhood slowly slipped from her intimate embrace, softly moaning
again - in disappointment - before looking up at him to say "I...
I never thought about looking before, and it's so sexy to watch!"

When he'd gotten himself situated on his side next to her, Jeff
took her hand in his and said "Any time we're together, you're
more than welcome to look, or touch, or smell, or anything else
that you want to. I already told you that I'm not going to be mad
or upset with you about anything, so I'll tell you that I'm not
going to think you're 'bad' or 'nasty' if you want to do any of
those things. Right now, you keep looking down at where my penis
is, and I'll bet you want to look at it and see what it looks
like after we have sex." The last bit made her blush, but she
nodded her head briefly in acknowledgment. He smiled at her and
said "Go ahead, then, if you want to - I don't mind. And if you
want to touch or do anything else, that's fine, too" before
releasing her hand and rolling over onto his back. It didn't take
Yvonne two seconds to get herself moved around.

Jeff just laid there, patiently as she spent a minute or so just
looking. Then she tentatively reached out and got a gentle hold
on his penis and started moving it around - looking at it from
different angles. Her hand then went to his scrotum, and she was
even more gentle in learning about it and his testicles. Jeff had
closed his eyes to slits, and he watched as she looked toward his
face before she hesitantly dipped a finger into a blob of his cum
that hadn't dried yet. She lifted it to her nose and gave it a
tentative sniff - then another - before sticking her tongue out
and letting the very tip of it touch his semen. When he didn't
say or do anything, and her tongue didn't explode or fall off,
she went for a slightly larger taste before she finally licked
what she had off her finger. Satisfied with what she'd learned,
she moved to lie next to him again, in much the same position as
she'd started from - on her side, an arm and leg on top of him,
and her head on his shoulder. Only then did Jeff visibly open his
eyes before teasingly asking her "Science class over?"

She blushed faintly, but seemed to realize that he WAS just
teasing when she answered "Yeah, I guess. I don't really know
what I expected, but that wasn't it. Your stuff - your parts, I
mean - doesn't look as complicated as mine, but there's a LOT
more of it. Now those goofy diagrams they showed us in Sex Ed
class make a lot more sense. Is every guy as big as you, there?"

He put his arm around her and began gently caressing her back,
making her shiver in pleasure and snuggle closer to him before he
told her "I'm about as average as I can be there. Most guys are
pretty close to the same size - six inches, plus or minus a
little. There are some that are bigger, and some smaller. It's a
lot like girls and how big their breasts are - there's a very few
that are really big or really small, and almost everybody else is
closer to the middle."

"At school, most of the other girls in gym class have tits that
are a little bit bigger than mine, but there's a couple that are
WAY bigger, and one that doesn't hardly have any. Sometimes, I
kinda wish mine were bigger."

He gave her a brief hug before continuing his caresses and told
her "If it counts for anything, I think you've got very NICE
tits. Maybe they aren't as big as some of the other girls in your
class, but I think they're very nice."

She tilted her head back to look at him in surprise, obviously
thinking he was just bullshitting, but he assured her "Really, I
do. Their size, and the way they're shaped, they fit my hand just
perfectly. And your nipples are exactly the right color for you,
and the way they stand up - but not too much - when they're hard
makes it fun to play with them, and suck on them. Honestly, by
the time your body finishes growing, any guy that isn't gay is
going to be delighted to see and touch them."

The expression on her face when he was done told him that she
still wasn't entirely sure he wasn't just blowing smoke up her
butt - but that she was more than willing to believe what he'd
just said. She rested her head on his shoulder again, and the two
of them lay there for several minutes before he gave her cute
butt a soft pat and said "I really like laying with you like
this, but you came over to spend the night with Sam, remember?
And you've still got to get up for school tomorrow, so I think
you'd better get some sleep."

She unwrapped herself from him, and sat up on the edge of the
bed. Standing, she went over to where her panties were on the
floor and picked them up - then unashamedly used them to wipe her
pelvis clean of their combined juices. When she was done, she
came over to where Jeff was unabashedly watching her and leaned
over to give him a kiss before saying "Good night, Jeff. Thanks
again for letting me be with you tonight; it felt really good."

He reached behind her and gave one globe of her ass a gentle
squeeze - making her smile broadly - before telling her "I'm glad
I let you be with me, too, dear. Now go on and get to bed."

When she turned to leave, he gave her other ass cheek a soft pat,
making her smile at him over her shoulder before she left,
closing the door to his room behind her.

It was late enough that Jeff wasn't inclined to get up and
shower, figuring he could do it in the morning. There was a
distinct wet spot on the bed where the two of them had coupled;
only the necessity of having to explain it to people kept him
from wanting to have it cut out of the sheet and framed. Instead,
he simply scooted a little closer to the other side of the bed
and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. His
dreams that night were singularly pleasant.

That night became the pattern for future encounters between Jeff
and Yvonne.

She continued to come over to spend the night with Samantha, and
Samantha went over to Yvonne's for the same reason, just as they
always had. And when Yvonne was at his place, it wasn't always -
or even usually - for the purpose of sharing his bed. Jeff
couldn't resist doing the math, and it worked out that Yvonne was
with him for just a little over a quarter of her visits.

But the nights that she DID come to see him were terrific. It
didn't take but a couple of times of the two of them simply
having sex before she was ready to learn more - she was initially
somewhat concerned about having him perform cunnilingus on her;
but her worries quickly disappeared once she'd experienced Jeff's
enthusiasm for it. After that, it became a regular part of their
activities.

Jeff waited patiently until she brought up the idea of her
performing a similar service for him; he talked to her about it,
and once he'd made her aware of the possible conclusions to it,
left her to try it when she still wanted to. She didn't find the
taste of his semen particularly enjoyable, but didn't find it
offensive, either; it was even chances whether she'd have him cum
in her mouth on any given occasion. If she did, she invariably
swallowed every drop.

She was a willing, even eager, student when it came to learning
about having sex in different positions. It didn't take him long
to realize that anything that didn't hurt and got their parts
lined up was just fine with her. She took a particular delight in
anything that let her watch as his cock slid in and out of her;
the ability to see what she was feeling aroused her tremendously.

When the subject of anal sex came up, he was meticulous about
explaining things to her. She finally decided that she wanted to
try it at least ONCE, just to see what it was all about. After
thorough preparation beforehand, Jeff carefully brought an end
(pun intended!) to her rectal 'virginity'. Afterwards, she
surprised the hell out of Jeff when she decided that even though
she hadn't enjoyed it as much as the 'regular' kind, it was still
a perfectly reasonable way to have sex.

It was the Friday night before Sam's school had Spring Break, and
Jeff had just gone to bed when he heard a soft knock on his door
and Sam's voice asking "Daddy? Can I come in? There's something I
want to talk to you about."

Jeff turned the lamp on and told Samantha "Come on in, honey"
before moving to sit up with his back against the headboard, and
pulling the covers up to his waist.

When she came into his room, Jeff was relieved to see that she
was wearing the short robe she'd gotten for herself. While it
only came down to just past her butt, it was still a considerable
improvement over having her show up with even less on.

She came over to the bed and climbed over him to take a seat next
to him, snuggling into his side after pulling his arm around her.
She sat there silently for a bit, and he finally asked her "What
is it you wanted to talk to me about, Sam?"

A few moments later, she answered "There's something I want you
to do, Daddy, but I'm not sure how to ask you. And I'm afraid
that if I DO ask, then you'll be upset or disappointed with me.
It's something that's really important to me, and I didn't say or
do anything about it until after I really, really thought about
it, like you told me and Yvonne that night. I'm positive I want
you to do it, but I'm kind of scared about it, too."

After that, Jeff didn't have even the faintest idea of what it
could be that she wanted him to do - but there wasn't the
slightest doubt in him mind that it really was that important to
her, or that she was just as certain about whatever it was that
she wanted.

He thought about what he wanted to say for a bit, then told her
"Okay, honey, I understand that it's something that's really,
truly important to you. And you said to me that it's something
you're afraid to ask, and you're a little scared. That tells me
that I have to be careful and really listen extra special when
you talk to me, and THINK about it before I say anything - and I
promise you that I'll do exactly that. Sam, I love you with all
my heart, and I would never be upset or disappointed with you.
But if you think that's something you have to worry about, then I
know that whatever it is you want to talk to me about, it's the
most important thing, ever, to you, and that it's really serious.
But honey, I can't do or say anything to try and help you until
you tell me what it is that you want to talk to me about."

She sat next to him, silent, as he waited patiently (on the
outside, at least) to find out what had her so bothered.

After several seconds, he found out when she quietly told him
"Daddy, I want you to make love with me."

To say that he was stunned would be like saying an ocean has
water; there simply isn't any way to make the magnitude of the
reality of it comprehensible.

In fact, it wasn't until his vision started to fade that Jeff
realized he wasn't breathing; and even then, he had to make a
conscious, deliberate choice - and effort - to do so.

The feeling of Sam's nervous shaking next to him was the only
thing that interrupted his few, feeble thoughts from their
running in circles and gibbering. He gently hugged his daughter
to reassure her that everything was okay - far from it, of
course, but she was his daughter - as he tried to get his mind
wrapped around the idea of what she'd just said to him.

After several attempts to get his thoughts organized, he finally
gave up in favor of simply asking her "But Sam, why?" - which was
what everything else he thought seemed to start, or end, with.

Foolishly reassured by the fact that he hadn't screamed, pitched
some kind of fit, or immediately made a loud and profane refusal,
she calmly told him "Daddy, I love you. After Yvonne is with you,
she comes back to my room, and she tells me about what was like
for her, and how she feels about it - and what YOU say and do,
too. Daddy, I know how good it makes you feel when you can have
sex with her. And that night, I told you that I know you haven't
been able to be with women the way I think you'd like to, or as
much as you want to; and I still find your shirts, sometimes, so
I know that being with Yvonne isn't always enough for you."

She took a breath and went on "I know it isn't just about the sex
part of it, Daddy. When Yvonne talks to me, I understand that
even though the fucking part of it feels good, it's the way you
and her care and feel about each other that makes it SPECIAL.
That night, the first time you told her it was okay, she told me
afterwards what you said about how people care about and love
each other; and how you cared about her ALMOST like you do me,
and how you loved her, just not as MUCH as you love me. And I
figured out that if you and her could be like that when you don't
feel as much for her as you do me, then if it was you and me,
then it would be even more special. And Daddy, I do think that
sex is special; that's why I said I want you to make LOVE with me
- because the way we care about each other, if we were together
like that, it would be way more than just sex - which is a little
bit of love, like you have with Yvonne."

She paused a moment before she said "I know you'd tell me that
it's okay that you don't get to be with girls much, and that I
shouldn't think think that it's because of me. And I'm sure that
you'd say that the way you love me is already special, and that I
don't have to do be physical with you for you to love me as much
as you do. Maybe you'd even say that being with me like that
could hurt me the first time, and you didn't want to do that. So
I'll tell you: it's NOT okay that you don't get to be with girls.
If it was, your body wouldn't be telling you to masturbate. And
it IS because of me that you aren't with girls - I know you do it
because you love me, and that that's more important to you than
going out; but I don't think that you SHOULD have to choose
between taking care of me and being with girls. I already know
the way you love me is special - but I love you so much that I
still think it should be even MORE special, so that you know how
much I love you, too. If you're worried about hurting me, you
don't have to be; a couple weeks ago, I broke my hymen myself, so
that YOU wouldn't be hurt worrying about hurting ME."

As she'd been talking, Jeff's thought processes had slowly come
together and started working again - but it still took a couple
of seconds for his daughter's last statement to reach the front
of his brain.

Shocked at what she'd said, he could only look at her and ask
"You... you broke your own hymen? WHY? Are you okay?"

She looked up at him, and he could see the resolve on her face
when she told him "Yes, I did it myself - with my fingers. I just
told you, I figured you'd say that hurting me by deflowering me
would hurt you, so I did it. It only hurt a little bit, and not
for very long. I'm fine, now, Daddy; really."

Of all the things she'd said, that was the one that hit him the
most: that she loved him so much, she didn't want HIM to feel the
pain in his heart that would come from any physical pain he might
cause her by deflowering her - so she'd simply gone ahead and
done it herself so that HE'D be spared any suffering.

She lowered her head again, and he had to set that thought aside
so he could listen to her say "When you asked me why I wanted to
start using birth control for my birthday, I told you that I was
already thinking about sex. What I didn't tell you was that I was
thinking about sex with YOU, Daddy. Those times I went to talk to
Marcy, and the other mothers at Girl Scouts, I was asking them
questions about what their first time with a guy had been like,
and what they wished had happened, and WHEN. Daddy, all of them
told me that it wasn't a girls age that mattered as much as the
WHO and the HOW: every last one of them told me that their
biggest wish was that their first time had been with someone that
really cared about them - about making it good, and easy, and
happy for them; and that they regretted that they didn't have a
comfortable place and enough time to do it right. And that's why
I want you to start making love with me, Daddy - because I know
that you DO care about me that way, and I know that we WOULD have
the time and a nice place. I told you, Daddy, that I do think sex
is something special; I think it's so special that I want to
learn about it from YOU, because I know you love me, and I love
you. That's something I can't understand - if making love, and a
girl's first time, are supposed to be so wonderful and special,
how come there are so many rules and things that make it so hard
for things to happen that way? Everybody says that a girls Daddy
loves her more than anyone, but then they tell him and her that
he can't be the one to be with her the first time; even though
he's the one that would be the nicest and most patient with her,
and help make it really special for her. How does that make any
sense? What kind of people tell you that you can't love someone a
certain way when that's just the way they need most?"

He sat there in wonderment, his mind going over what she'd said
several times before he finally told her "Honey, if that's really
the way you feel" - "It is", she assured him - "then I love you
too much to say anything but... I agree."

He'd felt her tense slightly when he'd paused, but she
immediately relaxed on hearing the rest. She sat there for a few
seconds before hesitantly asking him "Can... can we start
tonight? Now?"

He hugged her and kissed the top of her head before answering "Of
course, we can, Sam, if that's what you want" - again, she
affirmed that it was - "And we can do it just the WAY you want,
too; just let me know what."

She responded by reaching over and grasping the edge of the
bedcovers in Jeff's lap, and pulling them aside, leaving him
sitting there naked. Her next considered action was to move so
that she was kneeling across his legs - and then unfastening the
belt of her robe, taking it off, and tossing it aside to reveal
that she had been completely naked underneath.

She stayed like that, her eyes and smile inviting him to really
look at her the way she wanted him to: not just as his daughter,
but as a sexual being - one that was soon to be HIS.

He first looked into her face - seeing the wide-set dark eyes,
finely chiseled nose, and full lips that covered white, even
teeth; all framed by the thick, straight hair - so black that it
sometimes looked blue - that fell to the middle of her back. Her
skin was pale; not the pasty white of illness, but a more classic
peaches-and-cream that faintly glowed with her good health.

Her graceful neck sat atop her slender - but not thin -
shoulders. High on her chest, her breasts were roughly the size
of half-tangerines, round and full, each capped with a dark
areola that was only a little larger than the pencil-diameter
nipple that stuck out from it for a full quarter of an inch. Her
trim waist was softly curved and obviously feminine, and flowed
into her slender hips. The smooth expanse of her belly was flat;
at the bottom of it, he could see the small dark wedge of her
pubic area. With each of her legs on one side of his, it was
clear that at the bottom of the 'vee', there was a slight part in
what he could plainly see was her thick, soft hair. The thought
that that part in her fleece was where he'd find the treasure
that she was so willing and eager to share with him made his cock
twitch before he moved his eyes onward.

The thighs that she'd separated to kneel over him were long and
gently curved - dancer's legs was how he thought of them. On the
bed, extending behind her, he could see that her calves were as
trim and nicely turned as her thighs. Looking at her that way, he
could see that she would grow up to be the spitting image of her
mother - and conversely, knew that he was seeing what Patty had
looked like at that age. The thought of it took his breath away,
and made him wonder once again how he could have been both lucky
enough to have won a woman so beautiful for his own, and unlucky
enough to have lost her so senselessly. Still, he was proud and
grateful to have known and had her for as long as he did - and
profoundly happy that she lived on in their daughter.

When he looked into Sam's face again, he couldn't help telling
her "You're beautiful" - and then realized that he'd never said
that to her before, though he'd thought it a million times.

He held his arms out to her, and she happily moved into them; the
two of them hugged each other fiercely with the understanding of
how much they loved each other. When they were done, Sam sat down
on his lap, where her bush softly tickled his cock. He locked his
hands behind her, and she rested her hands on his forearms. They
looked into each others eyes, and he told her "Sam, honey, I love
you - more than I could ever say. You've always made me proud,
and I know your mom would be proud of you, too."

"And I love you, too, Daddy" she replied, her eyes glistening
with tears. "I know how much you loved Mommy, and I wish I
remembered her better. But I know she loved me, and I've always
known that YOU love me. Any time you've been with me at Brownies
or Scouts, I've been proud of you, too - especially when the
other dads weren't there. It always made me feel so special that
you were so willing to be there, and tried so hard, so that I
could do the same stuff the girls with moms did. It didn't always
turn out the way you or I wanted, but that didn't change the way
I felt about you."

She took a deep breath and continued "Now I love you even more
than I thought I EVER could. And I'm happier than I've ever been,
too - because now I'm going to get to show you how much I love
you. I know I don't 'have' to do it; that's part of what makes me
WANT to: because it IS me getting to do something extra. Daddy, I
already know that there are laws and all kinds of other things
that say we're not supposed to be together like this; and that
being my Daddy, letting me be with you this way is something that
you ordinarily wouldn't do. But you love me enough that you'd
ignore those laws and things, and do something that you don't
THINK that your supposed to, so that we CAN be together. And I'm
proud, Daddy. Proud that you love me so much that you're willing
to push all that other stuff away so that you can make love to
me; so that YOU can be the one to make my first time making love
be as special as so many other girls wish that it had been for
them. By letting it happen with you, here in our house, and
making sure I know that I have as much time and anything else I
need, you're not acting the way everybody says you should, and
making me do it without you, so that I have to be with some boy
that doesn't know how any more than I do; and leaving me to let
it happen in the back seat of a car, or someplace else where I'd
be uncomfortable and have to hurry so I didn't get caught. As
much as I love you, Daddy, for making love with me, I'm proud
that you love me enough to be willing to do it."

By the time she finished, Jeff could see there were tears in her
eyes - tears of happiness, as she'd said, and of pride. He pulled
her close again, and held her as he told her "I'm happy, and
proud of you, too, honey."

When she'd gotten control of herself, Samantha pulled back from
him again. Her eyes were clear and her face happy when she said
"Okay, that's enough of that! This is supposed to be a good time
- and I think it would be good if you kissed me."

That seemed like a particularly fine idea, and he leaned forward
to do just that. It was the first time he'd kissed her on the
lips in a long, long time, and he put everything he had into it
to let her know how much he loved and cherished her. And Sam
seemed to put all of HER 'self' into it, too; and what he felt
coming back to him was a love equal to his own - along with no
small hint of what was yet to come.

When their kiss ended, they pulled back from each other only
slightly and looked into each other's eyes. In hers, Jeff could
see love, and trust - and desire. He was still having trouble
with the idea of actually having sex with his own daughter - but
the fact that she was so obviously her mother's daughter was
making it easier and easier for him to shed his fears and
worries. Even just looking into her face as he was, he didn't
have any trouble seeing his beloved Pat. And the body in his arms
wasn't all that much smaller or firmer than he remembered his
wife's being...

Though he was distracted somewhat with his thoughts, he still
didn't miss the signal from Sam that she wanted to kiss again.
Their lips met, and the love they shared flowed between them
again, and grew even stronger. Also stronger was the hint he got
from her that things were only beginning to change between them.
By the time the kiss ended, he was certain not only of her love
for him, but that she desired him, too. That desire was made
clear to him when she reached behind herself to take his wrists
in her hands, and gently pull his arms from around her - then
guide his hands upward, and place them over her breasts. He
didn't need any further guidance or coaching; he was more than
happy to hold her incredibly firm young mounds, softly caressing
her smooth, warm flesh as the dark pebbles of her nipples harden
and erect in response.

They leaned in to kiss again, and he felt her reach down to take
his cock in her hand. At first, she simply held it, moving her
cool fingers around as though she was using her sense of touch to
memorize it. But as the touch of her lips on his became more
firm, her hand started moving, slowly caressing and stroking his
entire length. Under his fingers, her nipples had peaked; and his
nose told him that her arousal was most definitely on the rise.
Knowing that she was excited only made him start to become that
way, too; he could feel himself start to get longer and firmer
under her tender ministrations.

Their kiss ended, but only briefly; in less than a second their
lips were pressed together again - but only long enough for Sam
to let hers separate so the tip of her tongue could brush against
his lips. Jeff readily parted his lips in response, and their
tongues soon resembled two plump pink worms frisking each other.

Jeff could hear Sam's rapid breathing, and the aroma of her
excitement became stronger and stronger as his manhood continued
to grow in her hand.

He was fully erect when she released her hold on him and pulled
her lips away from his. His hard cock tried to stand, but was
held down by the soft, thick mat covering her mons. Along the
top, he could feel the heat radiating from the center of her
womanhood. He was looking into her beautiful dark eyes when she
asked "Daddy, I read on the Internet that after a guy climaxes,
he can make love longer when he's hard again. Is that true?"

"Yes, but..."

She interrupted him to say "Then I want to make you climax,
first, so that when you're inside me, we can make love longer. Is
that okay?"

The question completely flummoxed him, and the best response he
could manage was a weak "Uh, if that's what you want..."

She just gave him a delighted smile in reply before getting to
her knees again - freeing his cock to stand at proud attention
between them - and moving backwards. When she'd reached his
knees, she lifted one leg and moved so that she was next to him,
pulling the delightful orbs of her tits out of his hands. She
moved a little farther before leaning over, then lying on the bed
next to him, her head even with his hips. His mind told him "She
can't be thinking of..." - only to discover that not only could
she, but that she was.

With a look of happiness on her face, she reached out to take
hold of his penis again before moving her head over him, and then
lowering it to take the head of his erection into her mouth.

He got as far as telling her "Honey, if you do that..." before
she lifted her head enough to let him slip from between her lips.

She looked up and calmly informed him "I know, Daddy. I told you
that Yvonne told me what she did for you, and what happen between
you. She explained to me how to do this already, and let me
practice on one of her fingers. And I already know that if I do
it for you, you'll climax, too. I already know what it looks and
tastes like. I like it, even if she doesn't care about how it
tastes." before taking him into her mouth again.

Jeff was left sitting there, trying to get his mind around the
ideas that A) Yvonne had already taught his daughter how to give
blowjobs, B) that his daughter knew that if she DID give him a
blowjob, he'd cum - and clearly meant for that very thing to
happen, C) that she'd already tasted his cum, and D) that she
liked it. His mind felt like it was trying to hold on to a
hamster dipped in motor oil: any time he thought he had a grasp
on a coherent thought, it would just wriggle around and slip away
from him.

His poor overloaded and abused mind was given a new focus by the
sensations his daughter's mouth was creating in his penis.

Sam was obviously taking the technical information and training
she'd gotten from Yvonne, adding her own enthusiasm and
enjoyment, and giving him one DAMN fine blowjob as a result. Try
as he might, he simply couldn't hold out for long with the way
she was using her lips and tongue to stimulate him, and the way
she would twist her head as she bobbed it up and down on his
erection, and how she sucked on him and used her hand to stroke
the shaft of his penis. He did manage to tell her "I'm going to
cum!" a couple of seconds before exploding in her mouth. Samantha
obviously wasn't bothered in the slightest at having her Daddy
suddenly fill her mouth with his hot cum; she simply pulled her
head back a little bit and continued sucking and stroking him,
swallowing his jism each time he erupted in her mouth. When he
finally softened far enough, she took his entire length in her
mouth and used her lips and tongue to thoroughly clean his penis.
Only when she was satisfied that she'd gotten every drop of his
semen did she let him slip from between her lips, and gave him a
happy smile before getting up and going into the bathroom. He
heard the water run in the sink for a few seconds, then his
medicine cabinet open and and close, before she came out again.
After she climbed onto his lap and leaned against his chest, she
told him "I know you wouldn't mind kissing me after I did that,
but I would; so I rinsed my mouth out and put some of your
toothpaste on my tongue."

Hearing that, Jeff figured she wouldn't have bothered unless she
wanted them to kiss - so he put his hand under her chin and
tilted her head up so he could do just that. He even touched
tongues with her - minty fresh! - a few times to reassure her
that he was okay with what she'd done.

Afterwards, he put his arms around her, and she lowered her head
again before she told him "I'm glad you let me do that, Daddy. I
know it made you feel good, and I liked doing it for you. I know
we could have made love until you climaxed, and then make love
again; but since you said you agree about why it's okay for us to
make love, I want you inside me as long as possible the first
time. I figured that was okay with you, too, so I just went ahead
and helped you have that first climax. Did I do okay? That was
the first time I ever did it, you know, for real."

Jeff couldn't help wondering if there was any protocol for
telling your own daughter that she gives good head before he gave
her a hug and answered "You did fine, honey. It felt real good."

She snuggled into his chest before saying "I'm glad I could make
it good for you; it was fun, and I like the way you taste even
MORE when it's fresh!" - the last with a small laugh.

When he heard that, Jeff finally started to really understand the
range and extent that things were going to change in his life.
That his daughter wanted the two of them to make love was one
thing; that she was so willing - even eager! - to please him
added a whole new degree of complexity.

The two of them sat there for a while, content to simply hold,
and BE with, each other before Samantha asked him "Daddy, do you
think you'd ever get married again?"

He thought about how to answer for a moment before he replied "I
really don't know, honey. I've thought about it, of course, but I
don't think there's anybody I could love as much as I loved your
mother - except for you, of course", giving her a brief hug.

She tilted her head back to give him a brief smile before
lowering it again and saying "Well, I hope you do. It isn't going
to be long before I go to college, and I already know that I
can't stay here, like, forever. Maybe I'll even meet some guy
that I love almost as much as you. But whatever happens, sooner
or later I'm going to have to leave. I don't want you to be
alone, and I'm sure that Mommy wouldn't, either. Daddy, I really
think you should start going out more, so you CAN get the chance
to meet other women, and maybe find one you like. I'm old enough
that it would be okay if you wanted to leave me alone for a while
- I mean, it wouldn't be any different, really, than when you
leave me alone so you can go play golf on weekends. I'll bet that
if you did meet another woman you liked, even if you didn't love
her as much as Mommy and me, maybe you could love her enough, you
know?"

Despite the fact that he'd always known that she'd have to leave
some day, hearing HER talk about it saddened him because he
finally had to face the fact that that day wasn't - couldn't be -
as far off as he'd hoped it was. He released one arm from around
her and began softly caressing her back as he told her "Okay,
honey, I'll do that. But there's no hurry on any of it, right?"

She shivered slightly under his touch and answered "No, no hurry.
But you're not going to try to put it off like when there's
something you don't want to do, either - right?" - a playful
teasing of his tendency to procrastinate about things like doing
laundry, which generally didn't get done quite as soon as it
could or should.

He agreed with a laughing "Yes, dear", and gave her a playful pat
on the butt - and took the opportunity to leave his hand on her
ass cheek, pleased by how firm it was while still feeling so soft
and smooth. A minute later, he couldn't resist softly squeezing
it before moving his hand over to do much the same thing to its
mate.

As he was playing with his daughter's ass, Jeff slowly became
aware of how she felt on his lap; the touch of one of her breasts
pressed against his chest; and finally, the sensation of a few
wisps of her pubic hair lightly tickling his cock underneath her.
It wasn't long before all the tactile input began to have an
effect on him, and he could feel his cock starting to get longer
and harder again. A bit longer, and his penis began to rise, and
he felt it begin to make contact with the area between Sam's
thighs. He knew she could feel it, too, when she opened her legs
a bit and settled further onto his lap to increase the pressure.

About the time his penis reached half-mast, Samantha got off his
lap and turned to command him "Slide down a little."

After he'd done as he'd been told, she quickly moved to sit on
him again - but straddling his hips, and facing him. A little
minor adjustment had her positioned so that his erecting penis
was lying along her cleft. She reached up and pulled his head
down as she leaned forward, bringing his face even with her
breasts; Jeff didn't hesitate in the slightest before fastening
his lips around the peak of one of them.

When he'd brought one of her dark nubbins to full extension, he
happily switched over to give its mate the same treatment. As he
was doing so, he heard Sam start softly moaning as she pressed
herself against his growing manhood.

It wasn't long before she started rocking her hips back and
forth, rubbing herself against his mostly erect cock as her hands
ran through his hair while he expanded his efforts to include ALL
of her mammaries. After a bit, he thought he could feel her labia
touching him as she continued sliding herself along his length;
that bit of supposition was confirmed over the next couple of
minutes as the scent of her arousal reached his nose, along with
the distinct feeling of her oils spreading along where her
vaginal lips were touching him.

Jeff finally pulled his lips from Sam's breasts in favor of using
his hands on them; he was delighted with the way they slightly
overfilled his hands with their firm sponginess, and at how warm
and smooth they were. He brushed his thumbs over his daughter's
nipples, and heard her gasp softly as she leaned forward slightly
to increase the pressure of his hands on her mammaries.

She tilted her head back in obvious arousal, and he took
advantage of the opportunity to kiss her - and wasn't surprised
when her mouth opened slightly, and her tongue touched his lips.

As their kiss continued and expanded while his hands stayed busy
on Sam's breasts, Jeff's penis continued to grow beneath hid
daughter - primarily in response to the way we was rocking her
hips back and forth as she rubbed herself against it. They
continued like that for several minutes before Sam pulled her
head back with a groan and told him "This feels so good, Daddy;
but I want you in me!" before moving to kneel next to him with
obvious reluctance.

Jeff scooted himself farther down the bed so that he was lying on
his back, then waited to see what Samantha wanted to do. Her eyes
locked on his not-quite-erect penis, and she turned to lie down
next to him with her head toward his feet - obviously intending
to use her mouth on him again. She started to reach for his penis
again when he put his hand on the calf of her leg and said "I
want to do you, too, Sam."

It took her only a second to understand what he was saying, and
she looked back at him in delight before raising one of her legs
and letting him guide it to the other side of his body. She
carefully eased her body over his, and the two of them were soon
in the classic '69' position. Sam wrapped her hand around his
cock and took him into her mouth; Jeff simply took advantage of
the first opportunity he'd had to really look at the area between
his daughter's thighs. Up close (and personal!), he saw that her
pubic thatch was as thick as he'd thought it was; it seemed to be
composed of 843,912 - no, make that 843,913 - individual short,
fine hairs right next to each other. The top was only a little
wider than the area between her thighs, and looked to start just
above her pubic bone before it softly flowed between her thighs
to quickly fade out perhaps an inch past the end of her slit. As
he'd thought, there was a distinct part in it where her cleft
was; inside that part, he could just make out the lips of her
vagina, and the dampness in the area between, but no more. A
little farther, and her anus was a small dark pink pucker slowly
winking at him.

Once he was sure he'd memorized the sight of her, he lifted his
head slightly and brought his nose close to the source of the
aroma he'd already found so heavenly, before taking a slow, deep
sniff of her sweet, musky, tanginess for memorization as well.
That done, he opened his mouth and finally let his tongue slip
free to begin sampling the nectar that produced such a heady
scent.

When his tongue slipped between her vaginal lips, Samantha
released a deep, pleased moan that vibrated his cock in her mouth
wonderfully. But as nice as that felt, it was no match for the
joy his tastebuds got from their first sampling of her thin,
light oils.

Jeff would have gladly used his mouth on her anyway, for as long
as she wanted; but that she tasted so indescribably delicious
only served to make doing so a delight for him.

It took only a couple of minutes of him happily lapping at her
labia and the area between for him to have her completely
aroused. When he pulled his head back for a moment to look, he
could easily see that her lips had parted enough to expose the
entrance to her vagina; at the top of her slit, the hood of her
clitoris had pulled back, revealing that that bundle of nerves
was only the size of a small pea. But when he began caressing and
circling it with his tongue, he found that it was wonderfully
sensitive.

He spent the next several minutes engaged in cheerfully applying
his lips and tongue and mouth toward moving his daughter toward
an orgasm - all the while eagerly anticipating the bonanza of her
precious nectar that she was sure to produce when it happened.

And happen it did.

Pulling her mouth of his hard cock, Sam threw her head back and
loudly groaned in pleasure as Jeff felt the ring of her opening -
where the tip of his tongue was industriously trying to worm its
way through - begin a rhythmic clenching as she started to
climax. Jeff laid his tongue along her cleft so that he could
collect her juices while using the very tip of it to circle her
clitoris, and gently press on it, in time with the spasms passing
through her body. Her vaginal opening released small waves of her
juices, just as he'd hoped, and his tastebuds each had their own
little orgasms from the taste of her.

As his daughter's orgasm slowly began to taper off, Jeff's tongue
softened the pressure it applied to her clitoris until her
shudders and his actions were both stilled.

Jeff let his head fall back to the bed even as Sam's forehead
came to rest on his belly, her breath warm on his skin. When her
breathing had slowed and steadied, he raised his head again to
softly kiss the inside of each of her thighs before letting it
back down. A moment later, he heard her quietly enthusiastic
"That was wonderful, Daddy!"

He went back to enjoying the sight she presented to him as his
hands began caressing her body - with a particular focus on her
beautiful ass - until she lifted her head and wrapped her lips
around his erect penis again.

With that, he willingly lifted his head again and began applying
himself to arousing her again.

He had her moaning almost continuously when he decided that he'd
better check to see how small she was inside. She'd told him that
she'd already removed the obstruction of her maidenhead, but he
was a full-grown man, and she was still only fifteen years old.
He moved one hand into position, but when he started to slip the
end of one finger between her labia, she pulled away from him
slightly, surprising him. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock
and told him "Please, Daddy - I want this part of you" -
emphasized by a soft squeeze of his penis - "in me first. We can
do that later, if you want."

"I just wanted to make sure I don't hurt you, Sam - that you
aren't too small inside."

"It'll be okay, Daddy, really. I didn't have any trouble getting
two of my fingers to fit, and I know you'll go slow so it doesn't
hurt. Please?"

It took only a moment for him to accede to her request and say
"Okay, honey, if that's what you want." before withdrawing his
hand. The image in his mind of her laying back with her legs
spread and her hand buried in her crotch wasn't so easily dealt
with, but he managed to get rid of it a few seconds after she
started sucking on his cock again.

Reapplying himself, it was a matter of only a couple of minutes
before he had Sam as excited as she'd been before the
interruption. A few minutes more, and she gave his erection one
final pass with her tongue before she let it slip free and told
him "I'm ready for us to make love now, Daddy. And I know that
YOU are, too." - followed by a small giggle. Jeff reluctantly
pulled his mouth away from his daughter's crotch to see what she
wanted them (him) to do.

She carefully moved from atop him before getting herself turned
around. She lay down next to him on her side and looked into his
face before she said "If it's okay, I want us to make love with
you on top of me the first time. I'd like us to be able to look
at each other while we get started."

He just smiled and answered "Of course, dear."

It was only a few moments before she'd spread her legs, and he'd
moved himself between them. Another couple of seconds saw him get
properly positioned between his daughter's parted thighs, and the
head of his erection nestled between her labia as she held
herself open for him. They looked into each other's eyes, and he
began to press himself forward as he used one hand to hold
himself steady. He could feel Samantha deliberately relaxing
herself to make it easier for both of them; it was only a very
few seconds before the head of his erection slipped into his
daughter's vagina for the first time, accompanied by a soft gasp
from her.

He immediately stopped, but before he could ask if she was okay,
she told him "I'm all right, Daddy - I was just surprised by it,
was all. You can keep going."

Looking closely at her, he could see that she wasn't just trying
to make HIM feel better: the only things he could see in her face
were arousal and love - and eagerness. He pressed his hips
forward again, and felt himself slip into her hot, wet, and still
incredibly tight vagina relatively easily for perhaps an inch
before he felt things beginning to 'drag'. He quickly stopped,
and waited a few seconds to see if there was anything she needed
before backing himself out a bit. The way back in was a little
easier, and he repeated the cycle a couple of times to make sure
her lubrication was properly distributed before trying to enter
her some more. He got perhaps a couple more inches before he had
to stop again; he continued in that fashion as he carefully and
slowly buried his manhood in his daughter.

When she finally felt his pelvis pressing against hers, Samantha
looked up at him in awe and a pleasure that bordered on ecstacy
as she said "Oh, Daddy!"

A moment later, she closed her eyes and lifted her hips as though
to verify that he was inside her as far as he could go. After her
eyes opened again, Jeff could see that she was both delighted and
tremendously aroused to feel his hard cock deep inside her. He
could hear the joy in her voice when she told him "It feels so
good! I never even dreamed it could be like this!" She threw her
arms around him and hugged him fiercely before whispering in his
ear "Thank you, Daddy. You've made this so special for me, and I
love you so much!"

He managed to kiss her cheek before telling her "I love you, too,
honey. I'm glad I was able to make you happy."

She relaxed her hold on him and eased herself back onto the bed,
where she said "Now, Daddy, I want you to make love to me."

It was a request that he willingly fulfilled.

Starting with slow, short strokes, Jeff began making love to his
daughter. Despite having stretched herself in anticipation of
having him inside her, she was still damn tight around him - in
addition to being as wet as her mother had ever been, and hotter
than he'd thought any woman COULD be. It was her more than ample
lubrication that made it possible for him to increase the speed
and length of his strokes in her as quickly and easily as he did.
Well, that, and her eager encouragement: each time his manhood
moved into her, she would raise her hips in welcome to the
advance, and moan her pleasure at the penetration of her
womanhood.

His previous release made it easy for him to bring her to an
orgasm that had her tightening around him so much that he
literally couldn't move in her; the little bit of motion he
managed to maintain was simply his penis sliding back and forth
inside its skin. When it was over for her, the additional fluids
she'd produced soon had them filling the room with the liquid
sounds of their union and the thick aroma of her ever-increasing
pleasure and arousal. When he began to tire and slow down as she
approached another climax, Samantha looked up at him and saw his
predicament; at her request, they switched positions and she
enthusiastically bounced herself up and down his cock to a quick
release that still left her able to move herself on him even as
her vagina was clenching around his erection - then to another
one some minutes later. But even HER youth and enthusiasm had
their limitations; when she got tired, she readily agreed to
something different. Guided by her father, Sam lay on her back
and he lay on his side next to her. He bent at his waist so that
she could drape her legs over his before filling her with his
manhood again. That got her through one more orgasm, and well on
the way toward another. By that time, Jeff knew that his own
climax was going to happen. When he informed Sam of that fact,
she insisted that they change positions again, so that he was
behind her. As Jeff fitted himself into his daughter's pussy
again, she told him that he should go ahead and make himself feel
good without worrying about HER. Even so, when he finally tried
to stuff as much of his hard cock into Sam as he could, and began
to empty what felt like quarts of semen into her, the feeling of
it was enough to trigger one last orgasm for her; the sensation
of the muscles in her young vagina trying to milk the length of
his penis made Jeff's release even more powerful.

When Jeff's cock had stopped even pretending that it was capable
of depositing any more of his cum in Sam's pussy, he took her by
the hips and carefully guided the two of them to lie on the bed;
holding himself over her, and his semi-erect penis still inside.

He stayed like that for a few minutes before realizing that she
might want to turn over, or move. He'd barely moved his hips to
begin sliding his penis out of her when she said "Don't. It feels
nice with you there, and I want to feel you inside me for as long
as I can."

It was her time, so he willingly continued to cover her body with
his as his cock slowly deflated inside his daughter's vagina. It
finally shrank enough that he knew it was going to pull free at
any moment, and he told her "Sam, just so you know, any second
now, I'm going to slip out of you."

She calmly told him "I know - I can feel it, too. When it
happens, I'm going into the bathroom and get your stuff out so I
don't make a mess on your bed. When I'm done, I'll be back,
okay?"

He kissed the back of her neck in response, causing her to shiver
- which 'broke the seal', so to speak. She quickly reached
between her legs and pressed her fingers across her vaginal
opening, but not soon enough to prevent a few globs of his cum
from escaping. Jeff didn't hesitate to move out of the way, and
she moved to get up and start for the bathroom - but not before
he noticed his cum leaving a shiny trail down the inside of one
of her thighs. As she moved toward the bathroom, he couldn't
resist watching her small, tight ass clenching as she walked.
Once she'd closed the door - after giving him a happy, if
slightly embarrassed smile - he lay down on his back on the bed.

Several minutes later, Sam made her reappearance - just as happy,
still slightly embarrassed, and carrying something. When she got
to the bed, he could see that she'd brought along a damp
washcloth, which she promptly started using to clean his shrunken
penis of their juices. He started to protest that he could do it,
but the withering look he got from her shut him up; plainly, she
wanted to do it FOR him. When she was satisfied with her work,
she took the washcloth in to rinse it out before coming back in
to lie down next to him on her side.

She gave his cheek a kiss before settling her head into his
shoulder, and draping an arm and leg across him. Once she was
comfortable, she didn't delay in telling him "Thank you, Daddy.
Having you making love with me the first time was really nice. I
knew you wouldn't rush me, or hurt me, or anything; but you made
it even more special than I thought you would - and that was a
LOT. I always knew that you love me and everything; but now I
know that it's lots more than I thought it was. And now I love
you even more than I thought I could, too."

Jeff kissed the top of her head before he said "I'm glad I was
able to make it as nice for you as you wanted, honey. I'm only
sorry that I made it so hard for you to come to me, and talk to
me about it."

"That's okay. I guess if you didn't try so hard TO watch out for
me, and take care of me, I wouldn't have wanted to be with you
like this in the first place."

A minute or two later, she asked "Daddy? Does this mean that I
can sleep in your bed with you sometimes?"

Jeff didn't have to think about it for long - there really wasn't
any point to refusing her by that time. "Of course you can, Sam.
I'd like that."

She snuggled a little closer, and said "Good. I know we're not
supposed to do that, so I wouldn't want to when some of my
friends are over; but I like it when I'm next to you like this,
so I'd still want to do it sometimes."

He kissed the top of her head again and said "Then if you'll turn
out the light, we can stay like this all night."

Samantha quickly rolled over and reached out to turn out the
light before rolling back next to him and resuming her previous
position. Jeff put an arm around her, and held her until the two
of them happily drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Jeff could feel Sam behind him,
her body pressing against his. He immediately remembered the
events of the night before, and felt a tremendous love for her,
and happiness that he'd been able to bring her so much joy. He
felt a need to empty his bladder, but put it off so he could
continue to feel his daughter's body next to his.

When Sam woke up, he felt her give a little start at discovering
where she was - but a moment later, he felt her kiss his
shoulder. Her voice was filled with happiness, and he could hear
the smile on her face when she said "Good morning, Daddy!"

"And good morning to you, too. Are you okay this morning?"

It took her a second to realize that he was concerned that she
might be sore inside; she wasn't, and didn't hesitate to tell him
so: "I'm fine, Daddy. Better than fine, even; I didn't know I
could BE this happy!"

"I'm glad to hear that. If you want to clean up with me, I'll
take us out for breakfast afterwards."

"Deal!" she exclaimed, delighted, before throwing the covers back
and pulling him over onto his back so she could lay on top of
him. She looked down into his face and told him "I love you,
Daddy."

He kissed the tip of her nose and answered "I love you, too,
sweetheart. Now get off me so I can get up; I need to use the
bathroom before we shower."

She made a face at him and said "I didn't need to know that,
Daddy." before rolling off of him. He got out of bed, and looked
down at her naked form for a few seconds before heading for the
bathroom. When he was done, he opened the door to find her
standing there waiting for him. Their shower was long and
playful, punctuated with plenty of laughter and an uncounted
number of loving, happy kisses.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jeff found himself
repeatedly fascinated and amused by Samantha's enthusiasm for the
change in their relationship.

He was still her dad, and she readily submitted to whatever
parental controls he had to exercise over her. But he was also
her lover; it was seldom more than two nights in a row that she
didn't share his bed. And there was never a week that passed
where she didn't want to make love with him at least once -
usually more. She was easily as agreeable as Yvonne, even more
willing, and as interested in learning what she could to make and
keep HIM happy as he was in doing the same for her.

When Yvonne came over to spend the night, Sam readily gave her
friend primacy of place with him if she wanted; as Sam told him
one night "I'm here ALL the time, so I can be with you any time,
but she's only here sometimes, so it should be up to her if she
wants to be with you when she has a chance."

For her 16th birthday, she was adamant that the only thing she
wanted was for him to help her experience anal sex - something
that absolutely flummoxed him. She was appropriately appreciative
of the other gifts he gave her the evening of her birthday; it
was when she shared his bed and he gave her the introduction to
sodomy that she wanted that she was truly happy - both before AND
after the fact. Even when she experienced a little soreness the
next day, she was insistent that she wasn't sorry; he figured she
meant it after she asked him if they could do it again.

Their physical relationship grew closer, too. Not just the
lovemaking part of it, but the simple physical contact between
them helped bring them closer together. She willingly accepted
her first ever massage from him, and was overjoyed with it. It
wasn't two days later that he had to take her to a bookstore so
she could get something she could learn from, and start giving
them to him. Her days didn't seem to start quite as happily as
they did when the two of them woke up in bed together; he had to
admit to himself that finding her next to him in the morning
seemed to ensure that HIS days got off to a good start, too.

It was when his 40th birthday came that he got the present - and
surprise - of a lifetime.

Samantha had invited Yvonne to spend the night (a Friday before
his Saturday birthday), a common enough occurrence that Jeff
didn't think anything about. At least, not until they told him
during supper that they'd come up with a special way of helping
him celebrate: they'd decided that they were going to 'take care
of him' for an hour for each year he'd been alive. Starting that
evening, until 8:00 am of the day after his birthday, they were
going to tend to all of his needs and desires. They would handle
the cooking, cleaning, and anything else that he needed or wanted
done - all he had to do was relax and enjoy himself. He couldn't
help wondering what the 'anything else' part included, but didn't
figure that with both of them present all the time, anything too
intimate was going to happen.

After supper, they dutifully chased him into the family room so
the two of them could clear the table; Samantha brought him a
beer before going back to help Yvonne with the dishes. When they
were done, both girls came into the family room. Jeff was sitting
at one end of the couch, so Yvonne sat next to him while Sam went
behind him. As Sam started massaging his shoulders, Yvonne
casually pulled his arm around her and put his hand on her
(braless) breast over the light blouse she was wearing.

It was the first time she'd ever done anything like that around
Sam, and Jeff started to turn his head to see what her reaction
was; he didn't get far before Sam told him "I saw, she put your
hand on her tit. Now hold still, Daddy."

After a couple of seconds, Yvonne put her hand on his and gently
squeezed it, letting him know that she expected him to do more
than just HOLD her breast; she wanted him to play with it, too.

When she was satisfied that he was properly relaxed, Sam ended
the shoulder massage in favor of coming around and sitting on his
lap - and pulling his arm around so that he was holding one of
HER braless breasts, too. The 'necessity' of holding two firm
young female breasts slightly complicated drinking his beer, but
it was an inconvenience he willingly accepted.

After he'd tilted the beer bottle up to drain it, Yvonne asked if
he wanted another one; he decided he did, and she got up to get
it for him. Sam took the opportunity move so that she was sitting
next to him. When Yvonne got back, she didn't say anything - she
simply took her place on his lap. The rest of the evening went on
that way: whenever he needed or wanted anything, the girl next to
him did it, the one on his lap moved to sit next to him, and the
first replaced her there. And all during the evening, one or the
other (or sometimes both) would give him a kiss on the cheek or a
hug after checking to make sure he was doing okay.

When he was ready to go to bed, both girls readily got up and let
him go. He'd closed his bedroom door as usual, and was just
getting ready to climb into bed when there was a soft knock on
his door. He idly wondered which one of them was checking on him
as he reached to open it; he wasn't prepared to find both of them
standing there - stark naked.

Nor was he prepared when both of them casually brushed past him
to come in and pull the bedcovers down before Samantha slid
between the sheets, while Yvonne remained standing.

He could only stand there, looking at them, until Sam sweetly
asked "Aren't you coming to bed, Daddy?" Only then did Jeff
understand that when they'd said 'anything else', they'd meant
anything else.

After a second, he went over and slid into bed next to Samantha,
with Yvonne following to lie on the other side of him. He lay
down on his back, and both girls rolled onto their sides and
snuggled close to him before putting their heads on his shoulders
and an arm on his chest. Sam told him "I know you're surprised
that it's both of us here, Daddy, but it's okay - really. After I
was with you that first time, Yvonne saw how happy and everything
I was, and she figured out what had happened."

At that point, Yvonne told him "It wasn't that hard. I mean, I
remembered how happy and good I felt after I was with you that
first time you let me come in here. And then when we'd talk about
sex, and I'd say something about what you did or how you did it,
Sam would just nod her head like she really knew what I was
saying. Finally, I just asked her about it after I promised I
wouldn't say anything to anybody about it."

Sam took over by telling him "I wouldn't say anything to anybody
ever - except that Yvonne has already been with you, so I know
that SHE wouldn't say anything, either."

Yvonne added "Mister Davis, if I hadn't been with you, too, I
NEVER would have known or figured who she'd been with. Except
when it was just us, she never said or did anything that would
make anybody think that she'd been with a guy. And if I'd been
with another guy, instead of you, even I wouldn't have known who
made her feel so good. Some of the other girls at school, they've
asked her about why she's so happy all the time now, and she just
says she feels good - like she found money or something, you
know?"

Jeff considered what they'd said for a few seconds before
deciding that it sounded perfectly reasonable. He knew that
Yvonne was smarter than most, and he didn't have a doubt in the
world that Sam hadn't said anything; he also knew that Yvonne had
MORE than demonstrated she could be trusted. So when he finally
said something to them, it was only to say "It's okay, girls. I'm
not mad or anything. Yvonne, you already know you can call me
Jeff when we're together, and I don't see any reason that has to
change now. And Sam, even if Yvonne hadn't said what she did
about you not telling anyone about us, I know that you'd keep our
secret. So how about if both of you give me a kiss, now that that
we're all here together?"

And they did just that: first Sam, then Yvonne, raised up enough
to share a loving, affectionate kiss with him before settling
down again.

Jeff started the conversation again by asking "So how is it that
BOTH of you decided I needed a birthday present like this?"

Yvonne answered "That's kinda my fault. After I asked Sam about
you, she told me that she wanted to do something extra special
for you for your birthday - to kind of show you how much she
appreciates all the stuff you do for her. That made ME think that
I've never really shown you how much I appreciate it, either. I
mean, you've always been so nice about having me over here so
much, and then when you said that it was okay with you for us to
be together. I told Sam that I wanted to help, and she said
okay."

Sam picked up the explanation by telling him "I thought that
Yvonne just wanted to help plan it, you know? But then when she
told me about how SHE feels about you, too, then I decided it
would be okay if she wanted to be part of it, too. We started
trying to figure something out when she said that she was glad
she could do something for you after you've done so much to take
care of US. That gave me the idea of us really taking care of you
- doing all the stuff for you that you've always done for us. It
was Yvonne's idea that we could do it for an hour for each year."

He gave each of them a hug before asking "And that part about
having me playing with your tits?"

He could feel both of them flush slightly before Yvonne answered
"I just decided to do that because it feels good. I LIKE it when
you hold my tit", followed by Sam's "Me, too."

He laughed and said "Well, I like it, too. Thank you, both of
you, for making this the best birthday I've had in a long time."

It was Sam that raised up to tell him "But, Daddy, it's not over
yet! Remember what we told you at supper? We're going to be
taking care of you until at least Sunday morning!"

Yvonne sat up then, and looked down at him before saying "And
it's not just cleaning up and getting you beer and playing with
our tits, either."

Sam sat all the way up, too, and informed him "Yeah, Daddy. We're
going to take care of everything."

They could see the questioning look on his face, and after
sharing a look with each other, each of them leaned over -
Samantha one way to give him a kiss that made it MORE than clear
what she meant by 'everything', and Yvonne going the other
direction to lift his penis and take it into her mouth.

As his tongue started dueling with his daughter's, Jeff's hands
found their way to her breasts - where he found her nipples
already starting to erect. It took only a minute for his busy
fingers to finish the job accompanied by Sam's soft panting.
Farther down his body, he could feel Yvonne's warm mouth and
talented tongue having an effect on him - she already had him
half erect, and she was eagerly applying herself to seeing her
self appointed task to completion.

Samantha pulled her lips away from his and moved her body to
bring her delightful breasts within reach of his mouth. He
happily accepted the invitation to begin nursing at her breasts,
caressing and squeezing them as he sucked and licked at her
small, dark nipples.

By the time he had the peaks of both of her breasts at full
attention and glistening with his saliva, Yvonne had gotten his
cock in pretty much the same condition.

To his surprise, Samantha backed away from him slightly - then
scooted back far enough to straddle his waist, carefully, so as
not to accidentally knee Yvonne. Sam leaned forward so that her
hard nipples were dragging across his skin before starting to
back up again. Only when he felt Yvonne take him in her hand and
point his cock toward Samantha did he understand what they
planned to do.

Sure enough, when Sam got close enough, Yvonne guided the head of
his erection between his daughter's labia - which he could feel
were already slick with her oils. As Sam continued working her
way backwards onto his manhood, Yvonne held him steady - until
that service was no longer needed, at which point she reversed
her position to start kissing him herself. When Jeff felt the
tight ring of the entrance to Samantha's womanhood clenched
around the base of his penis, Yvonne scooted up the bed a ways so
that he could begin playing with, and sucking on, her breasts and
nipples. A minute or so later, and Sam raised herself up slightly
so that she could start rocking herself back and forth, sliding
herself on and off nearly the entire length of his penis as she
groaned her pleasure.

It didn't take long for Jeff to have Yvonne's tan nipples
standing up and shining; just as his daughter had, Yvonne pulled
back from him. Except that Yvonne started moving a different
direction: up toward his head. It took him only a moment to
realize that she was getting ready to position herself over his
face - and he willingly helped her in that endeavor.

When she'd settled herself over him, he discovered that he didn't
have to lift his head very far to be able to apply himself to
trying to ravish her young snatch with his mouth. What surprised
him was when she raised up slightly, then leaned over to
reposition his pillow under his head - apparently so that he
didn't have to expend any effort other than what was needed to
pleasure her, and more importantly, he suspected, himself -
before lowering herself again.

In a spirit of contrariness to their stated mission - and because
he liked doing it - Jeff used his 'valuable' energy to reach up
and start playing with Yvonne's breasts as he began licking and
sucking on her vagina, labia, and clitoris. Once again, he was
delighted with the taste of her and how readily she produced her
woman's nectar for him to lap up. As he was industriously trying
to lick her ovaries, Jeff had the thought that he was celebrating
his birthday in a way that not many men did: by having their
nubile young daughters enthusiastically fucking them while they
had that same daughter's best friend sitting on their face. He
knew that this particular birthday was one that he'd never forget
- and enjoy each time he remembered it - as long as he lived.

With no reason to concern himself about anything else - no need
for Yvonne to get back to Sam's room, no need to pretend, no
pressures or limits of any kind - Jeff took the time to give
Yvonne's womanhood the kind of attention that he thought it
deserved. He slowly brought her closer and closer to the peak,
and then let her slide back a couple of times, before he finally
had mercy on her and brought her to a thundering orgasm that had
her almost screaming in pleasure and release. When it was over
for her, she almost literally fell off his face to lay next to
him, shuddering and gasping for several minutes in the aftermath.

His attention no longer divided, Jeff was able to fully
appreciate the feeling of Sam's tight, wet vagina sliding up and
down his manhood. He gently nudged her shoulder, and when she
looked at him, he gestured that she should raise up a bit. When
she did, she made it possible for him to reach out and begin
fondling HER breasts, much as he'd done with Yvonne - who was
finally starting to recover her senses.

Jeff could feel himself starting to get close to his climax, and
didn't want to leave his darling daughter behind. Knowing how
much she liked it, he focused his attentions on her nipples -
pulling on them, and gently pinching them. As he hoped, the added
sensation of what he was doing to her breasts had soon ratcheted
Sam's arousal and excitement even higher as she began frantically
bouncing herself up and down on his cock, the liquid sounds and
wet slaps of their joining filling a room that was already thick
with the heady aroma of aroused young woman.

He was on the verge of finding his release, and hoping that it
would be enough to get Sam started, when she suddenly slammed
herself down on him a couple of times and cried out with the
start of an orgasm.

The feeling of her tight vagina spasming around his cock
triggered Jeff's release, too. When the first hot spray of his
cum washed the deepest recesses of Sam's teenage pussy, her eyes
flew open and she exclaimed "Oh, God, Daddy - I can feel it!"
before the power of her release intensified.

With the limitations imposed by his age and being male, Jeff's
climax ended before Samantha's - leaving him free to savor the
sensations her hot, tight vagina created as her orgasm gradually
tapered off. When all that was left for her was the afterglow,
she carefully moved to disconnect herself from his manhood before
managing a controlled collapse on the other side of him from
Yvonne - who had recovered enough from what she'd experienced
that she managed to grab one of the pillows on the bed and set it
over by Sam, saying "Wet spot." A few moments later, Samantha
raised her hips and slid the pillow underneath herself,
apparently in an effort to having Jeff's cum creating a wet spot
that one of them would have to sleep in.

A couple of minutes later, Jeff felt Yvonne moving next to him. A
moment after that and he felt a warm mouth surround his cock;
when he looked, it was Yvonne, her goal seeming to be cleaning
the combination of his and Sam's fluids from it. It felt good,
and there wasn't any way he was going to respond to it so soon
after cumming, so he just left her to it.

When she figured she was done, he felt her moving again - over
him, with the apparent goal of doing something to help Sam. It
was some time later, when he heard a noise from Sam, that he
finally moved his head to have a look - and got the shock of his
life.

Yvonne was 'helping' Sam by enthusiastically licking and sucking
his cum from his daughter's pussy: it was Sam's obviously pleased
response to Yvonne's efforts that he'd heard.

Once he got over the shock of actually seeing them together that
way, he realized that it made perfect sense, and explained a
number of things that he really hadn't thought about before - how
Sam had the means and opportunity to taste his semen before that
first night with her; why neither had made even a token objection
when he used his mouth on them the first time; why neither of
them had exhibited much of a reaction when he knew they'd had to
have tasted themselves on him; and more recently, why Yvonne had
been so willing to clean the mixture of his AND SAM'S juices off
his cock.

After making a mental note that he really needed to start paying
attention to what happened around him, Jeff settled himself in to
watch the show. Plainly, nobody was forcing Yvonne to do
anything; just as clearly, SAM didn't have any objections.
Patently, it wasn't the first time for either of them to do
anything like that, so he didn't figure he had any reason to
object to it. In fact, the idea of two women making love was a
fantasy that he'd had for as long as he could remember - and now
he was getting the chance to see it live, and in person.

The angle they were at, Jeff had a fairly decent view of Yvonne's
tongue sliding up and down between Sam's distended labia. Even as
he was thinking that it would be nice if Yvonne's hair wasn't in
the way so he could see better, she stopped what she was doing
and turned her head to look at him. Seeing that he was watching
them, she gave him a shy smile - before tucking her hair behind
her ear and going back to what she'd been doing, leaving him with
the clearer view he'd been wishing for.

A few minutes later, Sam said something that Jeff didn't quite
catch - but it must have been a command or request for Yvonne to
turn around, because she quickly moved so that she was straddling
Samantha's head while keeping her own head between Sam's thighs.

Moments later, he began to hear two distinct sets of noises as
Sam began returning the pleasure she was getting from her friend.
He continued watching, and it was only a few minutes before he
saw Yvonne bring Samantha to an orgasm; the sight of his
daughter's vaginal opening 'winking' at him as it clenched in
time with the waves of pleasure coursing through her body was
something that caused his cock to start responding MUCH sooner
than he had any reason to expect - or ask.

The temptation to watch as Sam pleased her friend was finally
more than Jeff could stand. Pivoting on his tailbone, he reversed
direction and then positioned himself so that he could see
Samantha's mouth and tongue working their magic on Yvonne's sex.
It was several moments before Sam seemed to take notice of him;
she looked over at him and gave him a smile before returning her
attention to Yvonne's labia and clitoris. The sight - and thought
- of his teenage daughter not only eating her best friend's
pussy, but sharing that event with him, soon had Jeff's manhood
fully erect. He was starting to wonder if they'd really mind too
much if he joined in when he heard Yvonne say "Oh, GOD, I need
that!"

He looked down toward her head and saw that she was lustfully
looking at where his erection was waving in the air. Samantha
apparently heard her, and pulled her mouth away from where she'd
been softly sucking on Yvonne's vaginal opening to pat her friend
on the butt and say "Go ahead, then - I don't mind!"

When Yvonne had her leg out of the way, Sam turned to him with a
smile on her face and said "We like doing this, but having you
inside us is so much better!"

Yvonne quickly guided Jeff to lie on his back, then squatted over
him to take his erect penis in her hand. Holding him steady, she
lowered herself until his cock began to split her cleft as Jeff
and Samantha both watched. She slid him back and forth a few
times to wet the head, then positioned him against her opening.
The joy and pleasure she felt was plain on her face as she slowly
moved to impale herself on him; it wasn't a minute before he felt
her smooth, firm ass contact his upper thighs.

Next to him, Jeff heard Sam say "That is so sexy to watch! Do I
look like that?"

"Pretty much" he finally answered, then went on to say "Not
exactly the same, because you look different between your legs,
of course, but it's still sexy as hell!"

Samantha shivered slightly, then watched as her best friend
started moving herself up and down Jeff's cock, her oils making
it glisten as she began letting more and more of him slip free
before taking him back in again.

Jeff could hear the awe and lust in his daughter's voice when she
said "LOOK at that! You can see her lips - how they kind of
stretch out when she goes up, and then disappear inside her when
she comes back down again! I have got to tell her what it looks
like!"

A minute later, and Sam apparently couldn't stand it any more:
with a deep moan, she got to her knees and looked down at him
before asking "Daddy?" in an obvious plea for him to help address
her desire - a request that he readily granted by nodding to her.
She was plainly delighted, and hurried to position herself over
his face so that she was facing her friend. Jeff happily put his
hands on her small, tight ass before lifting his head so he could
slip his tongue between her dewy labia.

And that was the start of the finest hour in Jeff's life. Not
just in regard to the experience of it, but in his actions, too.
Or more correctly, LACK of actions: for over an hour, Jeff
managed to bring both girls to several orgasms each, without
climaxing himself.

As he was feasting on Samantha, Yvonne was eagerly fucking
herself on his cock; after the 'warm-up' she'd gotten from Sam,
it didn't take her long to climax - hard. When it was over, she
un-impaled herself, leaving an opening (so to speak) for Samantha
to take over. The delay between Yvonne clearing his penis and Sam
getting herself wrapped around it was enough for Jeff to regain
control. After Sam had been on him a bit, Yvonne decided that she
needed some more oral attention from him. Before he finished with
Yvonne (he was in no hurry, after all, and enjoyed the taste of
her), Samantha climaxed. Sam then released him, which let Yvonne
have another go - during which Sam planted herself on his face
again, to start the whole cycle over again.

It ended only because the two girls got more and more eager to
have him inside them, meaning that he had less and less time to
'pull back' from the pleasure they were bringing him. It was
Yvonne on him again when he finally hit his limits; when she
tightened around him with the start of her release, he pressed
himself up into her as far as he could and nearly bellowed as his
penis started firing rockets of hot jism into her - making her
cry out at the sensation as she tightened around him even more.

When he'd started to climax, Sam had thoughtfully lifted herself
off Jeff's face, and was lying on the bed when Yvonne finally
disengaged herself. Sam handed the pillow off to her friend after
a bit, then proceeded to repeat Yvonne's actions from before:
first cleaning Jeff with her mouth, then moving on to eliminate
the risk of one of them having to sleep in a puddle by orally
vacuuming Jeff's cum out of Yvonne.

It was several minutes later, and all of them had managed to
reach out and put a hand of reassurance and comfort on someone
else when Jeff told them "If you think we're going to be doing
this for the rest of my birthday, you're crazy!" - and getting
soft laughs from both of them before Sam answered "I don't think
either one of us could stand it any more than you could, Daddy!"
followed by a noise of confirmation from Yvonne.

Several more minutes went by before Jeff told them "I don't know
about you two, but I'm in no condition to take a shower. How
about if we just clean up a little, and go to bed - to sleep,
this time?"

Both girls laughed again before Yvonne answered "You've got MY
vote!"

Sam spoke up then, saying "That sounds like a good idea to me,
too. Except that you're supposed to just relax, Daddy, so we'll
be the ones to clean you up."

Plaintively, Yvonne asked "WE?", making Jeff and Sam laugh before
Sam answered "Yes, we. You wanted to help, so help!"

Yvonne jokingly complained "Damn slave driver!", prompting the
other two to smile.

Several seconds later, Samantha groaned as she got up and stood
next to the bed. Looking down at her friend, she said "Come on,
lazy bones. We're going to clean up so we can take care of him!"

Yvonne blew a raspberry at Sam before getting up with a groan of
her own. When she was standing, the two of them headed for the
bathroom. There were a couple minutes worth of assorted noises
before they came back out again, visibly refreshed, with Yvonne
carrying a glass of water and Sam bringing a washcloth and small
towel.

Samantha wiped his face with the damp washcloth - which proved to
be more refreshing than Jeff would have expected - before Yvonne
helped him sit up so he could take the water glass. As he drank,
Sam moved on to give his penis and scrotum a thorough cleaning
before drying him of. When she was done, she waited until he gave
the glass back to Yvonne so they could make their way to the
bathroom again. By the time they got back to the bed, he'd put
the pillows back (which earned him a Look from both) and gotten
himself situated in the middle of the bed. The girls separated so
that each could climb in and lie down next to him and tuck
themselves into his sides. He put an arm around each and hugged
them before Yvonne reached over to turn out the lamp.

The next morning, Jeff woke up to find Samantha spooned against
his front while Yvonne nestled against his back. He resisted it
for as long as he could, but he finally had to release his hold
on Sam's breast and start to get out of bed. He was clambering
over Sam's inert form when he heard her playfully ask "And just
WHERE do you think you're going, Mister? We're still supposed to
be taking care of you, remember?"

He grinned at her and answered "There are SOME things you can't
do for me, and I'm going to take care of one of them right now."

"And what's that?" his daughter demanded.

"I have to go to the bathroom - unless you want to help me with
THAT, too?"

She made a face at him before answering "Ew. No thanks!",
followed by a soft laugh from Yvonne.

When he got back, Sam and Yvonne were lying on their backs,
plainly waiting for him to rejoin them. He got to the foot of the
bed, and stood there for several seconds just looking at them as
they lay there naked, patently unconcerned with his examination.
When he was done, he moved between them as they expected, and
wasn't surprised when each rolled onto her side and draped an arm
and leg across him before resting their heads on his shoulders.
Each started playing with the hair on his chest, so he put an arm
around them and began softly caressing their backs and sides -
delighting in how similar, yet different, they felt under his
hands.

As the three of them lay there, Jeff once again realized just how
lucky he was, and how very much he loved and cared about both of
them. It didn't take much for him to be able to turn his head and
give each of them a soft kiss on top of the head before telling
them "I love you." Both tilted their heads to look up at him,
plainly delighted with what he'd done and said, before assuring
him that they loved him, too.

Jeff was content to just stay there like that with them for as
long as he could. But when his stomach growled - much to the
amusement of both girls - Sam told him "Okay, I guess it is time
to feed you, isn't it?"

He tried to tell them that he was fine just lying there with them
- but his stomach growled again, giving lie to his words as both
girls laughed. Both sat up and gave him a kiss on the cheek
before Samantha told him "You just lay there, and we'll get
breakfast; I think after last night, you need a LOT of it." -
Yvonne nodded enthusiastically, making him smile - "What do you
want to eat?"

"YOU!" he declared as he reached for both of them.

Both laughed, and pushed his arms away before Yvonne told him
"Later. What do you want for breakfast? You know, food, that we
can cook!"

He told them, and after another set of kisses from them, they got
up and headed for the kitchen. A few minutes later, he'd sat up
against the headboard when Sam brought him a cup of coffee,
saying "There'll be more with breakfast, but I thought you'd want
some before then."

He took the coffee, and she let him kiss both of her nipples
before she backed up and playfully told him "That's enough of
that for now. We've got all day and tonight, okay?" with a smile.

His reply of "I guess so" made her laugh before she turned to go
back to the kitchen. Over the rim of his coffee cup, he enjoyed
watching the way her ass clenched as she walked away.

He'd almost finished his coffee when the girls came in with
breakfast - there was enough piled on the platters that he
seriously hoped they hadn't made all of it just for HIM. They set
a couple of bed trays over his lap, and put most of the food on
the nightstands within easy reach. He was glad to see that they'd
brought plates for themselves, too. Once things were set up,
breakfast consisted of the two of them taking turns feeding him
so that they could eat with him. As it turned out, all three of
them had worked up a healthy appetite the night before, and they
easily took care of everything the girls had cooked.

When all of them were done eating - Jeff ate as much as the two
of them together - Yvonne and Sam went about getting everything
back to the kitchen. The last thing to go was the thermal carafe
of coffee after Sam topped off his cup. As she started to leave,
she told him "If you'll wait a minute, we'll be back to shower
with you."

That seemed like a pretty good deal to him, and he waited
patiently for the few minutes it took them to get back to him. As
his imagination had promised, showering with two teenage girls
proved to be more that twice as much fun as having just one.

After the hot water ran out, and they'd dried off, Samantha
lustily told him "Don't bother getting dressed - we aren't going
to!", letting him know that it was bound to be an 'interesting'
day.

And it proved to be a very interesting - and enjoyable - day.
Between bouts of sex with one or both of them, they pampered him
mercilessly. The only thing they were willing to let him do for
himself was use the bathroom; one or both of them dealt with
everything else. By the time they were ready for bed that night,
he was sexually exhausted after - he counted mentally - six
climaxes for him, and many more than that for each of them, since
they'd first awakened that morning.

When the three of them DID go to bed, the girls teamed up to give
him a massage that had him sound asleep well before they were
finished. The next morning was a close repeat of the first:
breakfast in bed followed by a group shower. Right up until the
time Yvonne had to go home, they continued pampering him - but
without the sex.

Before she left, he told Yvonne how much it meant to him that she
would want to help him celebrate his birthday, and how much he
enjoyed it, delighting her. After she was gone, he got Sam onto
his lap and made it clear to her that he was even MORE
appreciative of what SHE had done, making her even more ecstatic
than Yvonne had been.

It was early summer, and Jeff was with Sam and the rest of her
Girl Scout troop at an annual event between them and the Boy
Scouts. The two councils had gotten together and come up with a
set of competitions that didn't favor either group: no feats of
strength that would be biased toward the boys, and nothing
requiring the kind of limberness that the girls tended to be
better at. Things were set up so that teams of equal numbers of
boys and girls had as close to an equal chance of winning as
could be managed. Since it's inception, it had proven to be a
popular competition with both groups, and the results were hotly
contested.

Jeff was standing and watching an exercise that had a team from
each group trying to accomplish a series of tasks when a woman
standing next to him asked "Which one is your boy?"

He laughed, and said "She's the one with the long black hair.
Which one is your daughter?"

The woman laughed and answered "He's the one with the fanny pack.
Why is a dad here with a Girl Scout troop?"

"Why is a mom here with Boy Scouts?" he asked, in response.

"His dad was killed in a construction accident when he was five.
You?"

"Car accident at three", he replied, then turned to look at her.

She was looking at him, too, and he saw that she was a couple of
inches shorter than him, and as fair as his wife had been dark:
pale blonde hair to just past her shoulders, and emerald green
eyes. She was also noticeably more buxom, and had a somewhat
larger frame. She wasn't fat; far from it in fact - she was just
more solidly built than Patty had been.

She told him "I'm Louise. I think I'd like to hear how a guy
manages being involved in a Girl Scout troop", with a smile.

He smiled back and said "Jeff. And I know I'd like to hear how a
woman deals with a bunch of Boy Scouts."

She laughed again - he liked the sound of it - and said "I was a
whole lot more at home in a department store than I am the deep
woods, so it wasn't easy. But he's my son, so I did what I had to
- even going camping with the rest of them. About the umpteenth
time I found a snake or a big bug in my sleeping bag, I finally
stopped being afraid of them. Along the way, I learned how to
start a fire by rubbing two dry wits together, and how to tie
things together that had never been tied before. I eventually
learned that being dirty and smelly after a three-day campout
wasn't going to kill me, and that you don't have to pee standing
up to be able to survive out in the middle of nowhere."

He grinned at her and said "Sounds kind of like what I went
through. I've played 'dress up' so we could have tea and crumpets
with her and her bunny, Teddy bear, and Raggedy Ann doll. I
learned how to do French braids, and I can play one mean game of
jacks. Even though I DO pee standing up, and I can still stitch
an even hem in a skirt. It took me a month, but I even got up the
nerve to tell Samantha - Sam - about puberty and having periods -
before they steamrolled her."

She grinned back and said "Only a month? That's good! It took me
TWO to have the talk with Kevin."

They looked at each other, and both laughed before Jeff told her
"Sounds like both of us have had our fair share of troubles
seeing to it our kids didn't have to miss out on anything. Any
woman that isn't scared of snakes and bugs deserves to have
someone buy her a drink - say, a Coke from the stand over there?"

"And any guy that's willing to put on a funny hat" - "AND
earrings AND makeup!" he informed her - "and all the rest" she
amended, with a nod of her head, "deserves to have someone buy
HIM a drink." before they both turned and walked over to where
there was a concession stand. Each bought the other's drink, and
they toasted each other and took a sip before she asked him "What
was your wife's name?"

"Patricia, but I always called her Patty. We'd only been married
four yeas when she was coming home from the school where she
taught, and got hit by a truck going to fast on a wet street." he
answered.

"His name was John, but he was Jack to me. He was on a
construction site for an office building when a crane dropped the
steel beam it was trying to lift up."

They quietly toasted each other again before she suggested "Shall
we go see how they did?" He nodded, and the two of them went back
to watch the rest of the event.

As it went on, he learned that she worked half-days as a guidance
counsellor at a school to supplement the monthly payments she
received as part of her husband's insurance settlement, and he
told her what he did for a living. The two of them continued to
chat until Louise reached into her purse and pulled out a pen and
wrote something on a piece of paper. She handed it to him and
said "There's my name and number; I think I'd like to hear from
you again - maybe we could go out for drinks or dinner or
something."

He borrowed the use of her pen, and got a slip of paper from her
so he could write the same information down for her, and give it
back before telling her "And there's mine. Yeah, I think I'd like
that, too."

About that time, Samantha and Kevin came up to them, both of them
slightly flushed. Sam proudly informed Jeff that the Girl Scouts
had beaten the Boy Scout team - only to hear as Kevin told his
mother that it was only by a couple of seconds. Jeff introduced
Sam to Louise, and Louise introduced Kevin to him. Jeff and
Louise smiled at each other in humor as the two kids gave each
other a little bit of the fish-eye.

Saying that they had to go, Louise - and Kevin, with a gentle
nudge - congratulated Sam on the victory before the two of them
left.

When they were gone, Samantha wouldn't rest until she'd gently
badgered Jeff into telling her everything about how he'd come to
know Louise. After she'd had a good look at the paper with
Louise's name and phone number, she handed it back and told Jeff
"I think you should call her. Maybe as soon as we get home, so
she doesn't think you're not interested."

Jeff glared at her - which didn't have any appreciable affect -
before he told her "I am not going to call her as soon as we get
home. Maybe in a few days I'll call her and see if she wants to
go out for a cup of coffee or something."

"Daddy! You said that you were going to start trying to go out
and meet women! And now when one just gives you her phone number
and everything, you want to wait, and MAYBE ask her out for
COFFEE? Oh! You men!"

Since she'd started going out on 'car dates', Samantha had
learned that not every guy was as nice as she wanted them to be -
OR as understandable to her as Jeff usually was. Though none of
the guys she'd gone out with had tried to get more familiar with
her than she was willing (she hadn't volunteered anything, and he
knew better than to ask), she'd still come home after a couple of
dates complaining how the boy she'd been out with was positively
Neanderthal.

He politely reminded her "Yes, I said I'd start trying to meet
women - and you agreed that there wasn't any hurry." - which
earned him a look that would have felled an ox.

To his relief, Sam didn't say anything more about his meeting
with Louise - not that day, or the days that followed.

It was a week and a half before Jeff summoned the nerve to call
Louise; she sounded happy to hear from him, and readily agreed to
dinner and some dancing with him.

When Samantha learned about his date, she was delighted - and did
everything she could to help him get ready. She also managed to
embarrass the hell out of him by asking if he was taking any
condoms with him "just in case" When he said that he didn't think
that he and Louise were quite to that point yet, he got a
withering look before she politely informed him that it was
better to be ready than be sorry. He had to promise to stop and
get some before he met Louise before she'd let the matter drop -
with a warning that she WOULD be checking to see if he had a
receipt when he got home, and that it had BETTER have the right
time on it. He couldn't help thinking that if he wasn't quite so
intimately involved with his daughter, he wouldn't have to
tolerate safe sex lectures from her - and then saw the humor in
the situation.

The dinner with Louise was as pleasant as he'd hoped it would be.
They decided to call an early end to the dancing because neither
was happy with the environment - too loud and not to their taste.
Instead, they DID end up going out for coffee, spending a couple
of hours in a chain restaurant just talking to each other. When
he took her home, Louise gave him a smile and a kiss on the cheek
before telling him that she'd enjoyed herself more that she had
in years - which was much the same way he felt, and he told her
so.

When he got home, Samantha was waiting up for him - leaving him
somewhat amused at the reversal of their roles - and just as
she'd warned, demanded to see the receipt for the 3-pack of
condoms he'd bought. Once she was satisfied that he'd done as he
promised, she insisted that he tell her how it had gone - and was
inordinately pleased with him by the time he finished.

Over the next couple of months, Jeff and Louise gradually saw
more and more of each other. At different times, each told the
other different things about their deceased spouse, and their
relationship - not as any kind of 'comparison', but more as a way
for each to help the other understand the how and why of the
different things they did. As their relationship grew, they began
including Kevin and Samantha in their various outings.

Initially, the two youngsters weren't all that wild about being
included. But when neither parent started insisting that they had
to get along, they eventually decided on their own that they
liked each other. While they didn't sit around and make eyes at
each other, it wasn't uncommon to see them walking close to each
other, either. When the four of them went swimming one day, Kevin
definitely noticed the way Sam filled her modest (at Jeff's
insistence) bikini; for her part, Samantha did happen to notice
that Kevin was fairly muscular and filled his suit nicely, as
well.

Louise and Jeff watched the their kids getting comfortable with
each other even as the two of them were doing much the same.
Louise was kissing Jeff on the lips when they said 'good night'
after a date, and the two of them had even started doing a little
making out on occasion. Neither of them was inclined to push for
more intimacy than the other seemed ready for, and each was
patient and understanding when the other had an attack of
nervousness for whatever reason. Both were having to re-learn how
to go out on dates and try to establish meaningful relationships
after each had been 'out of action' for a considerable time. It
helped that both maintained a sense of humor about their foibles,
and were able to joke about their occasional relapses.

The feelings that Jeff and Louise had for each other continued to
grow as they spent more and longer periods of time with each
other, and saw each other in conditions and situations that were
progressively less formal or structured. As was to be expected,
they began to learn about each other's quirks, too - Jeff
discovered that Louise had a fondness for Hollywood 'gossip'
magazines; she learned that he could be annoyingly literal at
times. Similarly, the kids found things out about each other: Sam
was horrified to learn that despite his fairly decent grades in
school, Kevin didn't have much (any, really) appreciation for
literature; Kevin thought himself eminently practical, and didn't
see any point to Samantha's intellectualism. But the patience all
of them exhibited, along with a willingness to be tolerant of
each other's differences, kept things from getting awkward or
unworkable.

Eventually, Jeff and Louise got to the point where they went past
simply making out, and began having sex.

The first time it happened, Samantha had gone over to Yvonne's
house for a sleepover, and Jeff and Louise had spent the evening
watching a sappy movie at his place. After it was over, they
spent a little time making out. It was a bit late when they
finally broke apart. Jeff asked Louise if she and Kevin would
like to go out for breakfast with him and Sam the next morning, a
Sunday - and if so what time should he pick them up?

He was somewhat baffled by her answer, however: "Yeah, I think
he'd like that. I'm sure we can pick him up on the way anytime."

Seeing the confusion on his face, she smiled and said "You'd only
be going to get Kevin. I'll already be here, if that's okay with
you."

It took him a second to realize what she was saying, and he
couldn't help but look at her in surprise. She confirmed what he
was thinking by telling him "Yes, I'm saying I'd still be here.
I'd like to spend the night with you - assuming you don't mind!"
teasing him.

He could only grin at her before he answered "No, I don't mind;
I'd like that, in fact."

"I thought you might!" she laughed.

He hesitated a moment before asking "Do you need to call home and
let Kevin know?"

She looked into his eyes as she told him "No. He's spending the
night with one of his friends so they can make plans for a
camping trip they want to take in a couple weeks - at my
suggestion."

Jeff realized then that she'd neatly dealt with something that he
hadn't been able to find a solution to: how the two of them could
find a time and place to start becoming intimate with each other
without making it obvious to one or the other (or even both) of
the kids what was going on. It wasn't that either of them was
embarrassed about wanting to be together, only that neither one
of them felt their kids needed to know about it. It also told him
that Louise had clearly come over with the possibility of staying
the night with him in her mind.

He leaned over and kissed her, and then by silent agreement the
two of them got up and walked hand in hand to Jeff's bedroom.
There, she released his hand to take a couple of steps away
before turning to face him. Without saying a word, she started
undressing in front of him as she kept her eyes on his face -
plainly watching for his reaction to seeing her.

As she shed her blouse and skirt, she carefully set each across
the back of a chair, leaving herself standing dressed only in a
bra and panties that Jeff could only figure she'd gotten at
someplace like Victoria's Secret - and then, just for that
occasion.

She reached between her breasts and unfastened a catch that Jeff
couldn't see before pulling the cups away. When she did, her
breasts sagged slightly - as much from their size as from her
age, he judged: they were large and full, and more rounded than
conical. Her areolas were was barely darker than her pink skin,
and slightly large, with a thick nipple standing out from each.
As he watched, her nipples got longer as the peaks of her breasts
hardened slightly in the cool air.

Plainly relieved that he didn't run away screaming at the sight
of her, she shrugged herself free of the bra - causing a
sympathetic wobble in her breasts that Jeff found delightful. The
bra joined her other clothes, and she paused for a few moments
before sliding her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. She
slid them down her legs, and bent over to slip then free of her
feet; when she stood up again, he could see that she had shaved
her mons - the skin of her pudendum was clearly soft and smooth,
and between her thighs, he could see the edges of her labia.
Looking at her - ALL of her - he was more than pleased with what
he saw: a grown woman of medium size that plainly kept herself
fit and trim. Her legs weren't particularly long, but they were
nicely curved and obviously firm; her waist and hips were
womanly, but not exaggerated. All in all, he thought, she made a
very attractive package.

Following her example, Jeff calmly undressed himself - his shirt
and slacks finding a place on the seat of the chair Louise had
used. His socks went on the floor in front of the chair before he
slipped his hands under the waistband of his shorts and slid them
down before tossing them to keep the rest of his clothes company.
He got enough exercise that he was comfortable that his body was
the male equivalent of hers; her smile let him know she was
pleased with the effect her hairless mons had on him.

She turned to reach for the covers on his bed, giving him a look
at her full but firm ass; when she bent over slightly to pull
them down, he got the chance to see that her labia were slightly
thick and long - and the area between them damp.

When she was lying on the bed, she looked up at him in
expectation - and he didn't delay in joining her. He reached for
the lamp next to the bed and looked at her in question; she
simply told him "You can leave it on if you want. I like what I'm
seeing, and I can tell that you do, too", the last with a grin.
He grinned back at her, and pulled his hand away, leaving the
lamp on.

Jeff rolled onto his side to look down at her, and saw that
Louise was feeling a bit nervous. She saw him looking at her in
concern and told him "A couple of things you need to know. First,
I started on the Pill again some time ago, so we don't have to
worry about that. Second, I used up all my nerve getting naked
like that; from here on, it's up to you."

Jeff wasn't sure that he was willing to believe that she'd lost
her courage about the two of them being together; but since she
made it clear she wanted him to take the lead, he was certainly
willing to do so. He smiled down at her and said "I think I can
do that." and got a reply of "I figured you could." before he
lowered his head to touch his lips to hers. After a few seconds,
he put his hand on her breast, holding its warm spongy mass for
several seconds before beginning to investigate it and its mate.
Her breasts weren't as hard and tight as he suspected they'd once
been, but they were still a lot firmer than he would have
expected at her age. His fingertips discovered that he could feel
where her areolas started by the change in the texture of her
skin, even though their surface wasn't noticeably higher than the
surrounding tissue. And as his fingertips and thumb brushed
across her nipples, they didn't get very much longer; but they
did get thicker and harder, becoming like little rubber erasers.

As their kiss deepend and lengthened, he soon had her areolas
slightly puckered and her nipples standing proud under his touch.
He started moving his hand lower and lower on her body, using his
fingertips to memorize the feel of her skin. He toyed with her
navel for a few seconds, and when his hand finally moved on, he
felt her spread her legs to make it easy for him to reach what
she knew was his next goal.

He spent no small amount of time investigating the smooth
softness of her bare mons before finally letting his hand slip
between her thighs to begin exploring the area between. He
couldn't be sure, but he thought that her labia had gotten a
little longer than they'd been when he got to see them. However,
he didn't have any doubt that the area between was wetter.

Nor was there any doubt when the end of his finger reached her
clitoris. Aside from the soft groan she released into his mouth
(where their tongues were wrestling at the time), its size made
it obvious: it was easily as big as half the last digit of his
little finger, if not larger. Letting his finger drop lower
again, he didn't have any difficulty finding the entrance to her
vagina - all he had to do was keep his finger in the oils she was
producing so copiously and they led him right to the source. One
finger slipped into her easily; a second was only slightly more
difficult.

Keeping his hand between her thighs (and his fingers between her
vaginal lips), he gradually pulled his lips away from hers so
that he could kiss his way down her throat and on to between her
breasts. From her cleavage, he slowly kissed a long, slow spiral
up one of her breasts that ended when he could finally begin
licking and sucking on her nipple.

As he engaged his lips and mouth and tongue in that pleasureable
endeavor, he returned his attentions to Mount Clitoris. It didn't
take him long to discover that it wasn't quite as sensitive as
Yvonne's much smaller one - probably something to do with the
same number of nerves, but only in a larger or smaller area, he
supposed. In any case, it meant that he had more time to enjoy
the process of transferring her abundant lubrication from where
she was producing it to where he wanted to use it - with
occasional side trips to 'check her temperature' with his
fingers.

He was softly twirling his fingertip around her engorged clitoris
when she surprised him by having a small orgasm - something that
ended with the focus of his attentions disappearing under its
hood.

Both of her nipples were as erect as he could get them, and he
decided that he'd like to try and encourage her clit to come out
and play again - as well as sample the taste of the ample supply
of fluids she was producing. He gave each of her nipples a brief
suck and kiss before starting to kiss his way down her body. He
was indirectly approaching her belly button when she realized
where he was heading - he could hear the hesitation in her voice
when she said "I... I've never... Nobody's ever done that to me
before. I'm not sure... You don't have to..."

He lifted his head to smile up at her and say "I know I don't
have to. If you're not sure, then why not give it a try, first?
If it helps any, I like doing it."

She gave him a tentative nod of her head, and he went back to
what he'd been doing - and a few seconds later, dipped the tip of
his tongue into her 'innie' belly button. That caused her to arch
herself up towards him as she released an aroused moan, and Jeff
figured it wouldn't take her long to decide that having his
tongue between her pussy lips could be just as nice - and even
better.

It wasn't much longer before Jeff got his chance to show Louise
that oral sex wasn't something she had to worry about - except,
perhaps, not getting enough of it. After a couple of minutes of
kissing and gently 'lip-biting' the soft flesh of her mons, he
got the view of her he'd been after: the sight of her fleshy
labia, darkened with her desire, extending from the hairless
hills of her pudendum. They had separated, and he could easily
see that the inside surface of each was coated with her oils.
Together, they bracketed the easily visible entrance to her
vagina; the ring of her opening clenched slightly every so often
in response to some movement or other, making it appear as though
it were winking at him. He looked up and saw the slight
trepidation on her face - which disappeared when he simply told
her "You're lovely, here."

Her head lowered to the pillow again, and before she could start
to worry about it, he did the same - then extended his tongue and
ran it between her labia, from her perineum at the bottom to the
top, finishing with a glancing blow to where her clitoris was
hiding. She gasped in response, and he didn't hesitate to do it
again - her oils were slightly thick, and tangy on his tongue,
and he was eager to sample them again.

It was only a very few minutes before she'd raised her knees and
spread her thighs as far as she could, opening herself as much as
possible to the new experience and pleasure he was giving her -
and enjoying every moment of it. It wasn't long before her
clitoris came out to see who the new visitor was, and was
promptly engaged in a rousing game of 'tag' that had her moaning
and gasping in pleasure. With it being her first time having
anyone doing that for her, Jeff decided to make it a truly
memorable occasion, and patiently went about getting her as
aroused as he could - bringing her to the very edge of release
and holding her there for several seconds before a furious
tongue-lashing of her clitoris pushed or over the edge into a
thunderous orgasm. He had two of his fingers inside her at the
time, and marvelled at the power with which her vaginal muscles
clenched around them as spasm after spasm of obviously intense
relief washed through her body.

When her release was down to an occasional shudder, he slid his
fingers out of her vagina, accompanied by her soft moan of
disappointment. He quickly and happily licked them clean of her
essence, and after a soft kiss to where her clit had again taken
refuge, he moved himself over her. The experience of introducing
her to cunnilingus, along with the sight of her hairless pelvis,
had him fully erect; he let his hard cock rest along her smooth
cleft as he got his body supported over hers. He could feel the
peaks of her warm breasts pressing against his chest as he
watched her coming out of the postorgasmic fog she was in.

Her eyes opened, and when she saw him over her, quickly wrapped
her arms around him and pulled him down for a kiss that included
trying to lick his tonsils. She finally released him (only
because she needed the oxygen, he thought) and exclaimed "I
always thought that sounded kind of... nasty. But it wasn't - it
was great!" with wide eyed enthusiasm.

Only then did she seem to realize that she'd just kissed the same
mouth that had been bringing her such joy - and HOW it had
brought her that joy.

She softly smacked her lips a couple of times before asking
"That... that's how I taste? Down there?"

Jeff just smiled and nodded, and after a moment's consideration,
she decided "I guess it's okay", before pulling him down for
another kiss. When their lips separated that time, she finally
realized where he was, and that she could feel his erect cock
resting against her pubes. She was plainly delighted when she
told him "Oh, god, yes! I want you in me so bad!"

Jeff lowered his head to give her another kiss before arching his
hips back to slide the head of his penis down the furrow of her
cleft. Louise reached down between them and took him in her hand
to position him against her opening, and held him steady as he
started to push himself inside her.

She was so wet inside that he was able to bury himself in her
tight channel in a single slow stroke that ended only when he
felt the ring of her opening wrapped around the base of his
penis.

She lifted her hips, pressing her pelvis against his as she told
him "Please, Jeff - fuck me!"

So he did. Starting with slow, short strokes to make sure he was
properly wetted with her woman's lubrication, he quickly
progressed to a steady rhythm that had nearly his entire length
sliding in and out of her - accompanied by her panting, and moans
and groans of increasing arousal. His actions easily saw her
through one orgasm; he could tell that she was getting close
again when his cock let him know that HE wasn't far off, either -
and that it would be close.

He tried to put his own release off so that he wouldn't leave her
behind, but when he looked down to where his glistening penis was
sliding in and out of her hairless crotch, it was too much for
him. After a couple of hard, pounding thrusts into her, he
pressed himself as far inside her as he could before he started
spraying hot jets of semen into her hot womanhood. Louise must
have been closer than he thought she'd been: when the first thick
wad of his cum erupted in her, she suddenly cried out "Yes! Cum
in me! Fill me up with it!" before her womanhood clamped down and
started spasming around him.

Her cries were encouragement that he didn't need - particularly
with the added stimulation of her pussy trying to milk his cock
for every drop of cum she could get from him.

By the time both of them had begun to get their senses back from
the intensity of their climaxes, Jeff was only half hard. But he
continued to hold himself over - and in - her. Not only because
he enjoyed it, but because he figured he couldn't go wrong if she
wanted them to cuddle; if she didn't, she could easily say so.

As it turned out, he was right on the first count about whether
Louise wanted them to cuddle. When she opened her eyes, she was
plainly glad to see him there; when she started to move and
realized that he was still inside her, her expression changed to
one of delight. She put her arms around him and pulled him down
on top of her. When he tried to protest that he was too heavy to
lie on her, she just kissed him and politely said "No, you're
not, so shut up. If you're worried about it, prop yourself up on
your elbows so I can breathe easier - but I want to feel the rest
of you ON me."

He did as she insisted, and the two of them lay there for several
minutes. Other than exchanging an occasional kiss, neither of
them felt any need to move, or say anything. The frequent slight
tightening of Louise's vagina dramatically slowed the softening
of Jeff's penis in her - but couldn't stop it from happening
completely.

Only when it was clear that pretty much any movement more extreme
than simply breathing would cause him to uncork from her did she
say "I'm not fussy about having your cum in me or anything; but
when you pull loose, it's going to start running out of me. Now,
I sure don't want to sleep in a big ol' wet spot tonight, and
after what you just did for me, I'm sure not going to make YOU
sleep in it. I don't think either one of us wants to have to
bother having to change the sheets, either. So if you can unplug
and get off of me quick enough, I can hold enough of it in with
my hand to make it to the bathroom. Think you can do that?"

He couldn't help grinning before he told her "I can sure try."
before lowering his head to give her a kiss. She kissed him back
and smiled up at him before saying "I expect both of us know that
whatever we do next, it's going to happen - so whenever you're
ready..."

He knew she could feel his body tense slightly as he got ready to
move, so she was ready when he managed to lift himself off of her
and move out of the way. She quickly pressed her hand against her
crotch and held it there as she carefully got out of bed and
hurried to the bathroom. After the door closed behind her, Jeff
got up and went to the 'public' bathroom that Samantha had to
share with any visitors. Inside, he dampened a washcloth and
cleaned his cock and balls of whatever of his and/or Louise's
juices he could find. When he was done, he rinsed it out and
tossed it in the laundry hamper before going back to his bedroom
- where he found Louise already waiting for him on the bed.

She looked at him questioningly, and he explained "I figured if
you wanted to clean up, then it wouldn't hurt any if I did, too."
as he moved to lie next to her. She looked pleased, and when he
was lying on his back next to her, she rolled over so that she
was half-lying on him with a leg across his and an arm on his
chest. She found a comfortable spot for her head on his shoulder,
and Jeff put his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip -
which he softly patted.

Several minutes went by with the two of them just snuggling with
each other before she told him "I heard about men using their
mouths on women before, of course, but I always thought it
sounded kind of... well... nasty. I mean, that's where women have
our periods, and where a man goes. Jack was a dear man, and I
loved him to death - but he was a construction worker because all
he ever was was average in school. He didn't have a lot of
imagination, and he sure wasn't what you could call real
adventurous when it came to sex. Oh, we made love plenty; but it
was always just him being inside me. Sure, we'd change positions
some, but that was about as frisky as we ever got. I doubt that
he ever even thought about doing anything like that."

He gave her a brief hug, and she went on "What I'm trying to say
is, is that it never occurred to me that anybody would want to do
that with me. So when I realized that you wanted to, it kind of
scared me, actually. I was afraid that you'd think I tasted bad,
and I didn't think I'd want to kiss you again, you know,
afterwards. And I sure wasn't happy about you looking at me
there, between my legs - I mean, not that close or that way. Then
you DID look at me, and you told me you thought I was pretty,
which made me at least feel better even if I still wasn't sure
about the rest of it. Then you put your tongue in me that first
time, when I didn't really expect it so soon; then when you did
it again, right away, I decided that if you wanted to do it, it
was okay. But the more you did it, and the different things you
did, well, it started feeling better and better - and then it
felt really good, when you made me cum."

She tilted her head to look at him long enough to say "I guess
you figured out that I kissed you before I remembered what you'd
been doing." before tilting it back again and continuing "You
didn't say or do anything to make me think that me kissing you
afterwards was anything more that just us kissing; so I actually
thought about what it tasted like, instead of just doing what I
figured I was supposed to. It wasn't a BAD taste, not like
spoiled milk or anything, so I figured to try it again - and
decided that it tastes okay. Now I'm starting to think that maybe
some of the other things I've heard about might not be as bad as
I thought they sounded."

Jeff hugged her again before saying "Don't think that there's
anything you should, or have to, do with me. Louise, I love you,
and the last thing I'd ever want is for you to feel like you HAVE
to do - or not do - anything with me that you're not willing to,
or happy about. You just told me that you and Jack didn't have a
lot of variety in how you made love - and that's okay, because
that was right for you and him. Patty and I, well, we kind of
went the other way. Short of actually hurting each other, or
animals, I don't think there was anything that we weren't willing
to at least try. Some of it both of us liked; other things, one
or both of us didn't care for. But we were at least open to the
experience, and the things that we both liked helped keep our sex
life more exciting than it maybe would have been otherwise. But
neither of us EVER said or did anything to try and 'push' the
other one, or make them feel bad or guilty if there was something
they didn't want to do. Tonight, if you'd told me 'no', then I
wouldn't have tried to push you. I would have stopped and done
something else to help you get excited."

He could feel her blush slightly as she told him "Oh, you were
doing just fine, even before that. Jack, he wasn't real big on a
lot of foreplay. As soon as I was wet and he was hard, we'd be
going at it. And when he was finished, he'd get off of me and
fall asleep likely as not. That's why I wanted you stay on top of
me that way, after I found out you were still there and still
inside me. It felt nice having someone with me like that."

She played with his chest hairs for a few moments before she
added "And it makes me even happier to be able to just lay here
with you, afterwards. It's like you want to be here, and make me
feel good."

Surprised, he answered "But, Louise - I DO. Us guys, we're
usually pretty easy. I mean, once we've had our climax, that's
all it really takes for US to be happy most of the time. But from
what I know about women, it's not so much the physical part like
it is with men, but having us guys there before and after the sex
part that makes you happy, and feel loved. I know that most guys
can't or won't do that; I guess I'm kind of weird that way,
because I like cuddling and holding each other afterwards."

Louise snuggled closer and told him "And you do a damn fine job
of it, too", raising up enough to kiss his cheek before settling
down again.

Some time later, she stopped playing with his chest hairs to ask
"Jeff, I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything, and I don't
mean to sound like I didn't enjoy it, but..."

He interrupted to ask "You want to know if it was just the one
time, tonight?"

He could feel her blush as she hesitantly told him "Well, yeah.
Neither one of us is as young as we used to be, and..." she
trailed off.

He laughed softly and answered "I'm not that old, yet. I'll admit
it takes me a little longer before I'm ready, but we can do it
again - even longer - if you want."

He could hear that she was pleased - and even a touch embarrassed
- when she said "I think I'd like that."

He couldn't resist teasing her, and said "Of course, how soon
depends on what kind of encouragement I get..."

She blushed furiously into his chest before she realized that he
WAS teasing. Getting into the spirit of the thing, she playfully
demanded "Are you sure you're not just bragging?" - only to be
surprised when he answered "I said how soon, not IF." before
giving her a soft slap on the butt.

Jeff felt her hand make a slow journey down his body before she
hesitantly took him in her hand. She gently squeezed him, and
after she'd gently stroked him a few times, felt him begin to
respond. Her head tilted to look at him before she asked "You
can... Already?"

He jokingly told her "You already have the answer to that in your
hand."

She surprised him when she suddenly released him and sat up to
say "The same way Jack never looked at me like you did, I never
really looked at him. We saw each other naked, of course, but I
never really got the chance to look at him - the way you were
looking at me, I mean."

She didn't have to ask the question; he simply told her "If you
want to look, then look. I don't mind."

She gave him a happy - and slightly embarrassed - smile, and got
herself situated so that she had a clear and close-up view of his
penis and testicles before she reached out to hold him again. She
was slightly hesitant at first, but when he didn't say or do
anything to discourage her or indicate that she was doing
anything wrong, her confidence quickly grew. She spent a couple
of minutes simply moving him around, so that she could look at
him from different angles before she moved her attention to his
testicles. Once she'd cupped his scrotum and carefully felt its
contents, her hand returned to his penis. She watched, almost
mesmerized, as his cock got longer and thicker in response to her
slow stroking of it. He could hear the slight dismay in her voice
when he got only half erect and no farther, and she asked "Why
isn't it getting big any more?"

"You can see that what you're doing feels good to me - but it
hasn't been quite enough time, yet. We can either wait a little
while more, or you can try something else to see if that works.
It's up to you."

She turned her head to look back at him, and saw that he was
perfectly willing to accept whatever decision she made. She
considered it for a few moments, then haltingly told him "I...
I'd like to... to do for you what you did for me. You know, with
your mouth... with my mouth, I mean. But I never... I'm not
sure... I don't know..."

Gently and patiently, he told her "Louise, if you're not sure you
want to, then don't."

"But I am sure I want to. I just never did it before, and I don't
know what to do, or how to do it." she replied, surprising him.

He thought for a few moments before he said "I've never done it
before, either" - that got a smile from her - "but I think if you
try to make me feel like what it feels like inside you, that
should work."

She considered that for a bit, then nodded her head in
understanding before turning back to where she had his semi-erect
penis in her hand. Her first considered action was to lower her
head and tentatively kissed the head of his penis. Apparently
relieved that he didn't immediately spray semen all over the
place, she hesitated only a moment before extending her tongue
and giving him an experimental lick. It took her only a second to
decide that the taste was acceptable, and she started licking the
head of his penis like it was an ice cream cone.

That earned Louise the kind of results she wanted - just not
enough of them. Encouraged by the limited success she had, she
was inspired to further efforts: actually taking Jeff's penis
into her mouth. She seemed to instinctively understand that he
wouldn't like the feel of her teeth, and took care not to hurt
him as she began trying different things to see what worked. It
didn't take her long to discover that a combination of
stimulating him with her tongue and sliding her mouth up and down
on him seemed to do the trick. It wasn't much longer before she
had him hard enough that only half of his penis would easily fit
in her mouth. With the realization that she was exciting him, she
became more and more willing to continue, and got more and more
enthusiastic about what she was doing.

For his part, Jeff was content to take advantage of the
opportunity she presented him - literally, considering how she
was lying next to him - by reaching out to begin fondling her
ass: caressing it, squeezing her surprisingly firm cheeks, and
generally having fun playing with it. As he did, he also detected
a steady increase in both the willingness she was using her mouth
on him, and the way the aroma of her arousal was thickening in
the air.

All things considered, it didn't take long before Louise knew she
had him hard enough that he could again fill her with his erect
cock. She was surprised to realize that she was almost reluctant
to take her mouth from him: not only was SHE getting excited
knowing that she was getting HIM excited, but she couldn't help
wondering what his cum would taste like. The taste of her own
juices had actually excited her a bit, and the idea of tasting
his was having more of an effect on her than she would have
admitted. But more than anything right then, she wanted to feel
him inside her again; so it was with a mixture of reluctance and
anticipation that she let him slip from between her lips - and
even then, she couldn't resist giving the head of his cock one
last broad swipe with her tongue.

When Jeff felt her pull her mouth from his erect penis, he knew
that she was as ready for them to make love as HE was. As he sat
up, he saw that she was getting ready to lie on her back again;
he had a thought that he quickly relayed to her: "How about if we
do something else different this time, too, and I'm behind you?"

Louise would never have said anything - the truth be told, Jack
had been pretty much of a Me-Man-You-Woman kind of guy that
hadn't concerned himself about HER when they had sex - but that
was actually the position she liked most. Not only did it feel
like she was being penetrated farther, but when she and Jack had
had sex, it seemed that Jack had been able to move in her faster
and easier and harder - that last being something that she had
found to be really exciting.

She simply nodded her head in agreement, feeling her pussy
getting even wetter as she moved to her hands and knees.

Jeff had a fairly clear view of Louise's crotch when he suggested
that they make love in a different position, and he saw her labia
get a little longer - and noticeably darker - when she heard
which one. It took him only a moment to realize that she might be
looking forward to it for the same reasons he was.

It was only a few seconds before Louise was on her hands and
knees, with Jeff getting himself positioned behind her. Jeff
didn't notice that she had fistfulls of bedcovers clenched in
both hands as she eagerly awaited the start of their lovemaking;
Louise didn't notice the expression on Jeff's face as he
contemplated the view she was presenting him of her darkened and
parted labia extending from her bare mons - and how visibly wet
she was between them.

Taking himself in hand, Jeff slid the head of his cock up and
down her cleft to wet it (something easily done!) before
positioning himself against the entrance to her surprisingly hot
vagina. He felt Louise press herself back against him slightly,
and pressed his hips forward - discovering that he was able to
almost completely bury himself in her in a single slow thrust,
accompanied by her involuntary moan of pleasure at the
penetration.

With his cock embedded in her hot, wet channel, Jeff leaned
forward slightly and reached forward to cup her breasts in his
hands and gently pinch her hard nipples as he pressed himself
against her to try and stuff the last fraction of an inch of his
manhood into her. Louise responded by pressing herself back
against him in welcome and encouragement as she groaned her
arousal.

A minute later, Jeff released his grasp on her mammaries so that
he could hold her hips as he began moving in her.

It didn't take him long to get into a rhythm that seemed to
please her, judging from the noises she made. But remembering
what he'd suspected really excited her, he began thrusting into
her a little harder. The response he got to that let him know
that he'd been right, and he dutifully - and pleasureably -
increased the 'enthusiasm' of his efforts.

Louise didn't have the inclination to think about whether Jeff
was deliberately trying to please her. She was simply too damn
busy enjoying the results: it felt like every time Jeff slammed
into her, she could feel brief moments of ecstasy radiating from
her clitoris and adding to the incredible pleasures that were
building in her pussy. Even her nipples were achingly hard, and
desperately in need of something - anything! - to stimulate them.
She finally lowered her body to rest on her elbows, and felt the
peaks of her breasts begin dragging across the bedcovers as they
swayed in time with the wonderful pounding of Jeff's hard cock
into her. At the same time, she realized that each time Jeff's
balls swung forward, they were bumping against her erect clit a
little harder - further intensifying the pleasure she was feeling
there, as well.

As he continued his enthusiastic hammering of Louise, Jeff
realized that she was enjoying it more, and moving toward an
orgasm faster than she had when he'd fucked her before. Even the
noises of arousal and pleasure she was making were louder and
more intense; he noticed that both of her hands were white with
how tightly she was gripping the bedcovers in her excitement.
Still, he'd only been in her for a few minutes, and was a long
way from his own release when she suddenly all but screamed and
got incredibly tight around him as she slid into what was
obviously an intense orgasm.

Jeff didn't know it, but his willingness to try and make Louise
happy with their lovemaking had MORE than succeeded. The
stimulation of her nipples rubbing across the bedcovers had
merged with the rhythmic pleasures radiating from her clitoris
and the building pressure in her vagina to result in an orgasm
that was the most powerful she'd ever experienced: every muscle
in her body - except for those she could feel spasming in her
pussy - seized up as her mind was overwhelmed with a pleasure she
hadn't known was possible. The first wave of release that
overwhelmed her lasted a full five seconds; when it passed, and
she felt Jeff still thrusting himself into her, the second fell
just short of lasting as long as the first. She had several such
periods before she was able to gasp out that he HAD to stop, that
she simply couldn't stand it.

Even the mere presence of his hard cock in her was enough to
prolong the duration and intensity of the tidal waves of release
coursing through Louise's body; but she wouldn't have wanted him
to pull out from her even if she could have said so - the joy and
pleasure his presence was bringing her was simply too great.

For his part, Jeff thought every square millimeter of her vagina
was involved as he thought it tried to compress his cock to the
diameter of a pencil. The pleasure he felt from the way she was
tightening around him was almost painful as he felt the spasming
of her vagina pushing her fluids out to coat his scrotum, and
saturate his pubic hair before it started trickling down where
his thighs were touching hers. He'd continued moving himself in
her as best he could until she'd weakly told him to stop as she
gasped for air. He leaned forward to support his body on his arms
as Louise's warm, smooth ass pressed against his lower belly;
when he finally felt her body start to move under him again, he
knew that she would be weak from what he could tell was a
powerful orgasm. He quickly moved to help support her as she
nearly collapsed; she let him guide her down onto the bed until
she was lying on her stomach with his manhood still buried inside
her. He carefully moved to support his body on his elbows, and
got his legs on the outside of hers so that he was supporting
himself over her - in effect, using his body as a kind of living
blanket for her as she started the process of getting her breath
and senses back. He let his head hang down next to hers so that
he could keep an eye on her. The shudders that passed through her
body gradually became less frequent and intense; the twitches and
occasional clenchings of her vagina were enough to keep Jeff hard
inside her.

Several minutes went by before she opened her eyes to look at
him. He smiled, and lifted his head slightly to give her a kiss
on the back of the neck. She shuddered, and managed to whisper
"If you love me, don't do that again. I don't think I could stand
it again, right now. Just hold still; you feel good on me like
this."

"Okay", he assured her, then mimed a kiss at her - which earned
him a weak smile before her eyes closed again.

He was starting to wonder if she'd fallen asleep when her eyes
opened again. She saw him watching her, and smiled at him weakly
before she told him "I don't know why I'm so glad you're on top
of me like this. It's your damn fault I feel this way." speaking
softly.

He smiled back, and said "I kinda got the idea that you liked
having me make love to you that way."

She gave him a baleful look before answering "I did - a lot more
than I think was good for me. But you're the one that just kept
AT it, even after I started to orgasm - if that's the word for
what happened to me." in a slightly stronger voice.

He grinned at her and asked "You're not SURE that was an orgasm?"

She was silent for a few moments before answering "I said I'm not
sure that's the word for what happened to me. I thought I had
orgasms before, but the strongest one I ever had was like what I
had with you, that first time. THAT was something way, way past
anything I thought was even POSSIBLE."

She closed her eyes again, and Jeff held himself still over her
until she opened them again a couple of minutes later. He slowly
moved to kiss her shoulder, and when she didn't object, made it
soft and gentle. Even so, she gave a slight shudder. He looked at
her in surprise and concern, and she assured him "No, that wasn't
as bad as when you kissed my neck. But give it a while before you
do it again, okay?"

He smiled and answered "Of course, if that's what you want."

She smiled back and said "It isn't that that's what I want, as
much as me needing to recover some more", her voice a little
stronger.

Jeff moved over her slightly, and felt his penis move in her a
bit. Her eyes closed as she gasped, then opened wide before she
demanded "I felt that! You're still hard inside me!"

He only nodded, and she responded "Oh, dear God..." before
closing her eyes again. A moment later, she opened them and said
"At first, I thought you were just bullshitting me a little about
being able to stay hard longer the second time. How the hell can
you DO that?"

He grinned at her before answering "It's a couple of things.
First one is that it's just a guy thing, I expect. It takes me
longer to get hard the second time, but I STAY hard longer, too.
Each time after that, it takes longer, but lasts longer, too. The
second part is that I don't know if YOU can feel it, but I can:
sometimes you kind of move around me, and it feels good to me,
and that helps keep me hard, too."

She was stunned as she asked "You... you can go more that TWICE?
You're not just telling me stories?"

He was serious as he answered "Not every night or anything like
that, but sometimes, yeah. Like I said, each time, it takes
longer before I'm ready again, though. And it's not like two
times happens that often. You kind of inspired me, tonight" - the
last with a grin.

She couldn't help grinning back before saying "If this is just
'inspired', I don't know if I'd want to be there for
'enthusiastic'!"

Judiciously, he said "I guess I can wait a while for that.", and
then laughed at the expression on her face before she realized he
was teasing her - mostly.

Another few minutes went by before she spoke again, telling him
"I know it might sound kind of strange, but I'm feeling kind of
cold - you know, where you aren't on me - and thirsty."

He couldn't help grinning at her before he told her "They're both
because of the same thing." She looked at him in puzzlement, and
his grin got even wider before he went on "Before you had your
personal earthquake, you were getting, well, pretty wet - you
know, inside. Then when it hit you, you kind of pushed some of it
out, and it got spread around some before I got you laid down
here. So you're feeling cold because it's drying, and you're
thirsty because of how much of it there was."

She started blushing furiously, and he hastened to tell her
"There's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. Actually, I
think it's a compliment to how much you liked what I was doing;
and I like it."

She looked at him doubtfully, and he hastened to assure her that
he was sincere, and telling her the truth. She still didn't look
entirely convinced when he told her "If you're cold and thirsty,
then that's what really matters. I don't know if you're ready to
move around much" - she shook her head, admitting she wasn't -
"so I'll get up and get you a glass of water from the bathroom,
okay? Then we can go from there."

She agreed, and Jeff lifted himself up. As he slid his erection
out of her, though, she released a deep groan, and he felt her
vagina clench around him slightly a few times. He looked at
Louise in concern, and after she opened her eyes, she told him "I
just had kind of a mini orgasm when you pulled out of me",
clearly amazed at what she'd just experienced.

Reassured that she was okay - actually better than okay, he
figured, if she was having miniature orgasms - Jeff quickly
headed for the bathroom. When he went back into the bedroom, he
saw that Louise had turned over; she'd raised her knees, and
lifted her head to stare at the slightly sticky film that coated
the insides of her thighs from crotch to knee - clear evidence of
just how wet she'd been. When Jeff got close, she just looked up
at him, so amazed at what had happened that she didn't even blush
at having him seeing her that way.

He handed her the glass of water, and she started drinking
thirstily before he started wiping the residue of her lubrication
from her legs with the damp washcloth he'd brought. She
immediately blushed and tried to protest, and he gently told her
"Oh, shut up, and quit fussing. There's nothing here that I don't
already know about. I can see you're still tired, so I'm going to
do it. Now drink your water."

The look she gave him was less than happy, but she did as she was
told, downing the water well before he'd finished cleaning her.
He accepted the glass back, and took it and the washcloth back
into the bathroom. There, he wiped himself off before putting the
cloth into the laundry hamper. When he got back into the bedroom,
he paused to tell her "I'm going to get you some more to drink,
and something to eat. I'll be back in just a second."

When he returned with a tray holding a couple glasses of juice
and some snack bars, he saw that she'd sat up and was resting
against the headboard of the bed. He set the tray on the night
table before sitting next to her and moving the tray to his lap.
She accepted the food and drink he offered, and the two of them
sat quietly until they'd finished and he'd moved the tray to the
night table again.

He voice was apologetic as she told him "When you told me to shut
up and drink my water, I didn't appreciate it much. I've never
had a man do anything like that for me before, and I really
didn't know what to do or say. But when you came back out and
said you were getting something for me to eat and drink, I
realized that you were just trying to show me that you love me,
and take care of me. I was wrong, and I'm sorry if I upset you."

Jeff put an arm around her, and she readily let him pull her into
his side before he told her "It's okay, dear. I knew what the
problem was as soon as it happened. You didn't have to apologize,
but if it makes you feel better, then I'll accept it. Yes, I do
love you - and I'll do as much to show it to you as you'll let
me. From the things you've told me before, and tonight, I know
that you aren't used to having someone doing intimate things like
that for you. If me doing them really makes you uncomfortable,
then I'll stop if you want me to - but I hope that you'll let me
go on. Please understand: I LIKE doing stuff like that for
someone I care about; the way I see it, it helps bring us closer
to each other."

She reached over to take his other hand, and held it in hers as
she answered "It does make me feel better that you let me tell
you I'm sorry. I love you, too, and I hope you can stay patient
with me while I learn that I don't have to be embarrassed or
ashamed with you. What you did, cleaning me up like that, was
something that not only wouldn't it have never even crossed
Jack's mind, he'd have wanted ME to do it where he couldn't see.
You, you're a WHOLE lot more relaxed and open and caring about
this stuff - sex, and looking and touching and all that, and even
what happens during and after - than I thought someone COULD be,
and it isn't easy for me to let go of the way I'm used to
thinking about it. But I do want to let go. Because you're right:
it is a way for a man and woman to get closer together. Even just
what we did tonight, with you using your mouth on me, and me
doing the same to you, I feel closer to you than I ever did with
Jack. That doesn't mean that I love him any less - God knows, it
doesn't! It just means that I love you in a way that's different,
and more special."

Jeff turned his head and kissed her before saying "I understand."

They sat like that for a few minutes before Louise quietly asked
"You didn't cum, did you?"

"No, but that's okay. I wanted to make YOU feel good, but I guess
I did a better job of it than I really expected."

She laughed softly and said "Well I sure think you did a good
job. But I don't think it's right that you made me climax that
hard and not get any pleasure yourself."

Jeff gave her a gentle hug and answered "Really, dear, I don't
mind."

She kissed his cheek and said "But I mind. After the way you made
me feel, I want to do something special for you, too. Lie down."

Rather than argue with her, Jeff did as she said, scooting down
until he was able to lie on the bed. Louise moved with him part
of the way, then leaned over and kissed him before telling him
"I'm going to take care of you, now. You don't have to do
anything; I don't know if I could stand it if you did, anyway. I
know you'll like it, and don't worry about anything, okay?"

Wondering what she could have in mind, Jeff simply smiled and
nodded his head in agreement.

As he figured, she moved herself farther down his body; and he
wasn't surprised when she reached out to take his penis in her
hand and start stroking it. Enough time had passed that it wasn't
but a minute or so before he started to respond to her efforts.
He was about half-hard when she DID surprise him by moving over
him slightly and taking his semi-erect cock in her mouth.

It quickly became clear that she remembered the things she'd done
before that he'd responded to: it wasn't very long before she had
him fully erect as she worked her tongue along his manhood and
bobbed her head up and down on him. She also tried a few things
that she hadn't before: softly sucking on him, and twisting her
head as it moved up and down, and even taking him as far into her
mouth as she could - which proved to be more than he would have
expected.

Her actions started out feeling good - DAMN good, in fact. But as
she continued, it kept getting better and better. She finally
settled in to swirling her tongue around the head of his cock,
softly sucking on him as she slid her lips up and down about half
his length, and using her hand to slowly masturbate what wasn't
in her mouth. The other hand she used to cup his scrotum, gently
rolling and squeezing his balls, when she wasn't lightly dragging
her fingernails across it. All things considered, it didn't take
very long before her actions had gotten him close to his release.
He wanted to warn her that he wasn't far off, but he remembered
her emphatic instructions that he shouldn't worry about anything,
too. He finally decided that she'd made it clear enough that she
wanted what was about to happen, to happen.

And she must have: when she felt his balls pull up next to his
body, she lifted her head a bit, but didn't remove it before the
first spray of his cum erupted into her mouth. She was surprised
by the force of it, but didn't flinch - she just kept sucking on
him and massaging the underside of his glans with her tongue,
swallowing his semen as fast as he emptied himself into her oral
cavity.

When it was over for him, she patiently and gently used her lips
and tongue to clean his manhood of any traces of his cum before
releasing her hold on him. She was visibly proud and pleased when
she turned her head to ask him "I did okay?"

"You did just fine. Didn't you get the results you wanted?" he
assured her. She blushed faintly, and smiled at him before
'climbing' up his body far enough to reach out and take one of
the glasses that still had some juice in it. She drained the
glass and used the juice to rinse her mouth briefly before
swallowing. She saw him looking at her and explained "I don't
think you're the kind of man that would mind tasting a little bit
of yourself, but I'd mind if you did - at least, this first
time."

He smiled his understanding, and pulled her down into a kiss that
she eagerly returned. She didn't know it, but he still got a
couple flecks of his cum in his mouth, but didn't mind in the
slightest - and didn't say anything about it so she could stay as
pleased with herself as she was.

When their kiss ended, she moved to lie next to him, snuggled
into his side and her head resting on his shoulder.

Louise had been idly toying with his chest hairs for a couple of
minutes when she told him "When I was doing that for you before,
I started to wonder what your stuff tasted like. But then, I
wanted to feel you inside me. After what you did for me, I wanted
to try and do something as special for you as you did for me, and
decided that was it. I was kind of surprised at how hard it came
out at first, but after that it was okay. I was surprised at the
taste, too. It's kind of like a custard that's got salt in it.
I... I kinda like it."

Jeff hugged her gently and replied "I was going to tell you when
I knew that was going to happen, but you were pretty plain that I
wasn't supposed to worry about anything. If you like how I taste,
and I like how YOU taste, then I guess we've got a good reason to
do all that again, don't you?"

She looked at him with a grin, and answered "I guess so."

They stayed like that, cuddling, for several more minutes. Then
Louise yawned hard enough that Jeff could hear her jaw creak. He
gave her a playful pat on the butt and said "I think somebody
need to get some rest."

She tilted her head back and smiled at him before saying "I think
you're right. Somebody just barely escaped Death by Orgasm
tonight, and is still trying to recover from it."

He kissed her on the forehead, then turned to shut off the lamp,
leaving them in darkness. He hugged her to his side and said "I
love you, and I'm glad you decided to stay the night."

She kissed his chest in response before telling him "I love you,
too, Jeff. And I'm glad I'm staying, too."

When he woke up the next morning, Jeff was spooning against
Louise's back, one arm around her and holding her breast in his
hand.

Bladder pressure forced him to scoot back from her a little in
preparation for getting up, and he heard her tell him "You don't
have to get up if you don't want to."

"Well, yeah, I do have to get up, but I'll be right back." he
answered, hearing her soft laugh.

When he came back to bed, Louise was waiting for him, and he
quickly resumed his previous position. He softly kissed the back
of her neck, and could almost hear her smile when she said "It's
really nice, waking up with you like this."

"Feel better this morning?" he asked, teasing her slightly.

"Loads better" she assured him. "I slept like a baby last night."

"On the subject of babies, I was wondering... well..."

"Why I don't have any hair between my legs?" she asked for him,
with a soft laugh.

"Well, yeah."

"When puberty started for me, it seemed that the only place on me
that grew anything was my chest. I started growing boobs before
any of the other girls, but they didn't grow any faster or
bigger. So even though I got an early start, by the time it was
over, I wasn't much bigger than any of the other girls. And for
whatever reason, I never did grow much hair there. Oh, I grew
some but it was hardly anything. Even my armpits and legs hardly
grew any. When I was sixteen, I decided that it looked kind of
silly, so I shaved it off, and I've kept shaving it since then.
It makes me look a lot different than other women my age; but on
the plus side, because I barely have any body hair, I don't have
to shave anywhere near as much or as often - and when I was
younger, I could get away with bikini bottoms that were way
skimpier than most of the other girls, and with less trouble."
She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned before adding
"YOU sure seemed to like it last night!"

He grinned back and answered "Well it was the first time I saw
anything like that on a grown woman in a while. Patty tried it
once, but decided she didn't like it, so she just kept hers
trimmed small and short."

Louise turned her head back again, and wriggled herself back
against him before saying "Well, Jack seemed to like it a lot,
too. I don't know if you guys are a bunch of perverts because it
makes me look like a little girl, only with tits, or what the
deal is", the tone of her voice letting him know she was joking.

"Well, I like it because it lets me see all the good stuff!" he
told her, making her laugh as he ran his thumb across the nipple
of the breast he was holding.

He remembered what she'd looked like the night before, and felt
his cock harden where it was resting against the crack of her
ass. She felt it, too, and turned to look at him over her
shoulder again before asking "Again? You DO like it, don't you!"
with a smile.

He nibbled on her earlobe with his lips for a moment, making her
shiver, before answering "That's not a request or anything. Just
saluting a pretty, sexy lady." making her smile before she turned
her head again.

They stayed like that, content to be next to each other until
Louise said "If we're going out for breakfast, I suppose we
really should get out of bed and clean up. I'll need to call
Kevin so he'll know not to eat before we pick him up; what about
Sam?"

"We already made the arrangements, so she'll be ready when we get
there."

"Then if you'll quit playing with my boob for a minute, we can
get up and get into the shower, and then you can play with BOTH
of them if you want."

He kissed the back of her neck again and said "I like the sound
of that!", making her laugh, before he pulled his hand away from
the breast he'd been caressing. They tossed the bedcovers back,
and when both were standing, he gestured that she should go
ahead. She gave him a playful smile and said "Want to look at my
butt, huh?" before doing as he indicated. When she looked back at
him over her shoulder, she saw that he WAS looking at her butt as
she walked. And judging from the way his penis twitched, liking
what he saw - making her feel happy and confident.

Sure enough, once both of them were in the shower, Jeff couldn't
resist 'cleaning' both of her breasts - before, while, and after
he actually had soap to do so. In return, Louise 'cleaned' his
penis in pretty much the same way. Jeff didn't ignore her cute
ass, either - it got a proper washing, as well; along with him
running a gentle finger between her cheeks and across her anus,
making her shiver.

Once they were dressed, they discovered that they easily still
had enough time for a cup of coffee - or even two - before they
needed to leave. Louise made her call to Kevin as Jeff got the
coffee going.

As they sat drinking coffee before breakfast, the two of them
discussed how they could continue spending an occasional night
together. They finally decided that there simply wasn't any way
for it to happen until and unless their kids knew about it -
which brought up an entirely different set of problems of varying
complexity.

When it was time, they left to get the kids, and then settled on
a chain restaurant for breakfast.

Over the meal, Jeff and Louise took turns hinting around at where
she'd spent the night. It finally got to the point where Samantha
just asked straight out "Daddy, are you trying to say that you
and Louise stayed at our house last night?"

Jeff couldn't help blushing slightly, as did Louise, before he
answered "Um, well, yeah."

Sam looked happy for them, while Kevin's opinion was harder to
discern. Then Sam had another thought, and again just asked about
it as directly as she had the first: "Are the two of you going to
want to to do it again?", then realized how she'd phrased it,
amended "Stay overnight, I mean?" with a blush of her own.

Louise fielded the question by answering "We think so. Sometimes
at your place, sometimes at ours."

Hearing that, Samantha was visibly pleased. Kevin was discernably
less so, but didn't say or do anything.

With that news announcement taken care of, the rest of the meal
went pretty much as any other the four of them had shared.
Afterwards, Jeff took Louise and Kevin home; on the way back to
his house, Samantha kept up an almost non-stop commentary and
questioning that left him no doubt that she was genuinely happy
for him - or that their relationship would continue on nights
that Louise wasn't there and he was.

In the weeks that followed, Jeff and Louise contrived to spend
several nights together. Most often, they were at his place,
whether Samantha was home, or not. Initially, Louise had been a
trifle nervous about staying with him when Sam was home, but Sam
made it clear that she didn't have any problems with Louise's
presence - even going so far as to kiss Louise on the cheek and
wish her a good night, just as she did to Jeff.

The very few nights spent at Louise's apartment were invariably
at times when Kevin wouldn't be home - something that Jeff
noticed, but didn't comment on.

It was during one of those times, and after Jeff and Louise had
spent a quiet evening watching some sappy movie on TV, that their
relationship changed.

They'd gone into the bedroom, and as Louise was getting
undressed, Jeff pulled the covers back on the bed - only to find
a pair of men's briefs between the sheets. Greatly surprised, he
stood up - and when Louise came over, she spotted them, too, and
released a loud gasp.

Jeff looked at the briefs a little closer, and saw that they were
slightly small - and that he could see Louise's last name
carefully printed on the back of them. It took him only a second
to make the connection: they were Kevins, the name on them meant
to ensure that they were identifiable as his, whether at summer
camp or in the school gym.

Jeff turned to look at Louise, and saw a mixture of guilt and
horror and dismay on her face as she looked back at him. It was
fairly obvious to him that she'd been doing much the same thing
with Kevin as he had with Samantha. The only real question in his
mind was the how and why of it; considering what was going on
between him and Sam, he wasn't inclined to judge her simply on
the fact that she'd clearly been having sex with her son. He knew
from his own experience that 'having sex with' didn't
automatically eliminate the possibility that there was still love
involved.

He could see the surprise on her face when he simply asked "Do
you want to tell me about it? How it happened, and why?"

Despairingly, she asked "Does it really matter?"

"To me it does."

She led the two of them back into the living room, where they sat
down at opposite ends of the couch. Louise couldn't - or wouldn't
- look at him, and he listened carefully as she spent the next
hour talking.

She reminded him that she and Jack had married right out of high
school, and that Jack had been the only man she'd ever been with.
Then she explained how devastated she'd been when he'd been
killed, and how hard things had been for her at first: little
education, trying to make ends meet as she raised their only
child by herself. When Kevin got old enough to start school, SHE
had gone back to school, too, and had eventually been able to get
certified as a school guidance counsellor. The better job had
helped their income tremendously, what with it adding to what she
got from the insurance. But it couldn't help that much because
she was limited to only working part-time; and it hadn't done
anything to ease the loneliness she felt - something that seemed
to hit her most whenever something else was happening that she
couldn't call on Jack to help her with.

Still, she'd managed - her participation in Kevin's Boy Scout
activities was as much to distract herself from everything else,
as to make sure he didn't have to miss out on anything.

Financially, they generally managed. They couldn't do everything
they wanted to, but somehow figured out how to get most of it. It
had been nearly two years prior and she'd had to tell Kevin that
he couldn't do something with his friends because they simply
couldn't afford it right then. He wasn't old enough yet to get
any kind of job, and the allowance he got for helping around the
house was minimal at best. He'd seemed to understand, but she
also knew how important it was to him. Later that evening, she'd
gone to his room to tell him again how sorry she was - but when
she'd opened the door to his room, he'd been masturbating.
Shocked, she could only look at him for a few seconds before she
hurried to quietly close the door again; he'd been 'busy' enough
that he hadn't noticed her.

She'd gone into her bedroom, and started crying on her bed - at
how it seemed they never had enough money for so many of the
things they needed or wanted; that she'd had to refuse Kevin's
request to participate with his friends' activity; that Kevin
wasn't able to go out on dates like she knew he should, and meet
girls - leaving him to satisfy his own desires; and most of all,
how lonely she was and how much she missed Jack.

She was still crying when Kevin came into her room to see what
was the matter. She'd tried to dismiss it, but he wouldn't
believe her. She finally started crying even harder, and let
Kevin pull her into his arms when he wanted to try and comfort
her. The feel of his strong arms around her caused the dam inside
her to burst: in great, wracking sobs, she finally started
telling him why she was crying - including having seen him
masturbating, how lonely she felt, and how good his arms felt
around her. Kevin had waited until she calmed down a bit, and
then tried to console her. She'd started to feel a little better
when he hugged her; the feeling of his arms around her while she
could feel her breasts pressing against his chest was too much
for her. She'd pulled him into a kiss that was about as
un-motherly as it could be - and while it was going on, she could
feel his erect penis against her leg. The thought that he'd
gotten hard again while he was holding her was the last straw.
The next thing she knew, her breasts were exposed, her panties
were gone, and Kevin's erect cock was sticking out of his pants.
She'd said something about they shouldn't be doing that; but
Kevin had simply told her that he loved her, and that if she
needed someone to make her feel better that way, then he was glad
he could do it.

She'd reached out and pulled him on top of her, and then into
her. It had been Kevin's first sexual experience, and he hadn't
lasted fifteen seconds - but she'd climaxed anyway. He was still
inside her when he got hard again; the second time, he went a
full minute while she had two more orgasms.

Afterwards, she'd felt embarrassed and ashamed of having taken
her own son to bed, but Kevin had repeatedly assured her that he
loved her, and that all he wanted to do was help her not feel so
lonely. Eventually, she'd come to the decision that it could only
be a one time thing that had happened in a moment of extreme
weakness on her part. She'd said so to Kevin, and he had accepted
her explanation and instructions. But a couple of weeks later,
she'd gotten lonely (and horny) again, and was once again crying
on her bed when Kevin came in. She'd put up only token resistance
as he'd undressed her and then himself before they had sex -
which had both consoled and pleased her. After they were done,
she'd again told him that they weren't supposed to do that; and
again, he stated that he was only trying to help her feel better,
and that he loved her.

Things continued that way between them, and it wasn't a month
before the two of them were spending a couple of nights a week in
her bed - not so much for the sex, thought that sometimes
happened, but to help ease each other's loneliness.

Louise finished by lifting her head and looking at Jeff to tell
him "Since I met you, things with Kevin and me have been slowing
down - but you saw that they haven't stopped." A few moments
later, the despair was clear in her voice when she told him "I'm
sorry, Jeff." before she started to cry silently.

As she'd talked, Jeff remembered the times they'd been together,
and some of the things she'd said, and done - and realized that
he'd had hints that something was going on even before his
discovery that night.

She was still looking at him when he asked "The reason Kevin
hasn't been here when I've come over is... what?"

She didn't hesitate to tell him "It's a couple of things. First,
I'm his mother, and after what he and I have been doing, he's
wanted to be someplace else when you stay the night; he isn't as
grown in his mind as his body is, yet. Another is that he worries
about me, and he wants the best for me - and he isn't sure that
you're the best guy I can find. I think you are, but he isn't.
The last of it is a little bit of jealousy, I'm sure. It was just
me and him at first, and he isn't real happy about having to
'share' me with you - at least, I'd bet that's how HE thinks of
it."

Jeff remembered how Kevin had reacted to the news when all four
of them had breakfast after Louise had stayed with him that first
night, and decided she was right about him being a bit jealous.

"Have you talked to him about what you've been doing? Does he
understand that it can't go on?"

She wasn't sure why he was asking, but answered "I think he does
in his mind, when he thinks about it. He just doesn't think about
it that often, is all. As for his heart... well, I don't think
so. But I have talked to him, and he listens to me and
everything, several times. I just don't think it's sunk in for
him yet."

That Louise had been having sex with her son didn't really upset
Jeff - after all, he'd been doing much the same thing with his
daughter for even longer. But he thought there was a difference
in why he and Louise's situations weren't the same. He'd done it
at his daughter's request, and only after she'd made a clear,
coherent case for him to do so - at least, that first time.
Louise seemed to have done it out of loneliness and need,
however.

But he thought about it some more, and discovered that he could
understand, after a fashion. He knew that he'd had those same
periods of doubt and worry and depression that she'd described;
if he'd had as difficult of a time as HE had with the greater
resources available to him, how much worse must it have been for
her? Not to stereotype anybody, but if HE'D had emotional periods
while raising Sam, it wasn't any kind of stretch to figure that
she'd had an even tougher time of it with her woman's greater
emotional needs.

Nor could he fault Kevin. He didn't doubt for a moment that the
lad was enjoying the hell out of getting laid, even if it was
with his mother. But Jeff had also seen how Kevin tried to help
her, and he'd shown plenty of times that he really did love her,
and care about what happened to her. Jeff remembered what he had
been like at Kevin's age, and knew that Kevin couldn't any more
help feeling and thinking the way he did about his mother than he
could stop his dick from getting hard at the slightest
provocation. Jeff couldn't help wondering how the hell his own
parents had managed when he'd been that age - and silently
thanked them for their patience and forebearance.

Jeff finally looked at Louise again, and told her "Don't be
afraid, or ashamed. I'm not going to call the cops or anything
like that. I went through some of the same kinds of things you
did. Not as much or as bad, I think, but enough that I can truly
understand what you were going through. And you don't have to be
ashamed, because you're not the only one."

Louise's relief at hearing that he wouldn't be contacting any
authorities was so great that several seconds passed before she
really heard the last part of what he'd said. Even then, it took
her a little longer to fully appreciate it. When she did, she
stared at him and asked "You? And Samantha?"

He nodded, and began to tell her about how he'd awakened to find
Yvonne (though not identifying her by name) on him that first
time, and all that had happened since. He didn't go into any more
detail than she had, but by the time he finished over half an
hour later, he'd told her enough that she knew he was leaving out
as many of the details as she had.

When he was done, she just sat there looking at him. She started
to speak a couple of times, but closed her mouth and stayed
silent.

She finally did talk to him, saying "When you first started
telling me about you and Sam's friend, and then you and Sam, I
couldn't help wondering if you were one of those fathers you hear
about, abusing their daughters and little girls. But I already
know that you aren't like that. I only have to look at Sam, and
how she acts and thinks, to see that the last thing she is is
abused. And I've got to figure you're telling the truth when you
say that she came to you, and why. The way she acted when we had
breakfast that morning, and she came right out and asked if we
had spent the night together, and how she's acted toward me since
then - that tells me that you raised her to be honest about what
she's thinking and feeling, and why. And it isn't any big step to
figure you were the same way with her friend when she wanted to
be with you. The way I see Samantha acting, it makes me wish I'd
done a better job with Kevin - but what's done is done. I didn't
know then what I do now, 'specially not the things I've learned
since I met you, and there's no going back and changing it. The
question in MY mind is: what do we do now? What happens with you
and me?"

Jeff considered the question for a few moments, and then said "I
only see three choices. First, you and I stop what WE have
because of what's happened with us and our kids, and each go our
own ways, leaving us pretty much where we started. I love you,
and I think we could have a future together; but that isn't just
up to me. The second is that we stay together, again BECAUSE of
us and our kids, and continue with them. Last, we keep going the
way we have: you and me concentrating more and more on each other
while we encourage our kids to keep going in finding their own
futures with somebody else. That one's my first choice, but
again, I don't have the only voice in it."

Louise thought about it for a bit before answering "I don't like
the first one, either. And I think the second one WOULD mean we
were abusing the kids, in a way, and I simply wouldn't do it. If
this all hadn't come out - for BOTH of us - I wanted the third
choice, too. I do love you, Jeff, and I think we could have a
future together, too."

He reached out and took her hand in his before saying "I'm glad
to hear that. Now we've got to figure out whether or not to say
anything to the kids, and if so, what it is. Then I think we need
to start making some plans for us - what we want to do, and how."

She gave his hand an affectionate squeeze and nodded her head.
The two of them stayed up for another couple of hours, talking
things through and working out what they wanted to do, before
they went to bed again. Louise calmly removed Kevin's briefs from
the bed, and the two of them got into a leisurely session of '69'
before making slow, gentle love.

In the months that followed, Jeff and Louise got together so they
and the kids could spend more time together for longer and longer
periods of time. Initially, it was weekends out of town - when
Jeff and Louise would be in one room of a motel, and the kids
would each have a separate bed in another room. Samantha didn't
have any problem with it at all, and Kevin eventually got over
feeling awkward about the situation.

The adults were also continuing to go out on dates, and spend
more and more time with each other. Some evenings, it proved to
be convenient if both of the youngsters were at the same place,
which neither of them had any objections to.

One evening, Jeff and Louise got back to his house a couple of
hours earlier than they'd thought - and found Samantha naked on
her hands and knees on the family room floor, where Kevin was
enthusiastically fucking her from behind, obviously getting close
to his climax.

They watched as he pressed himself into her with a groan as he
started cumming. When he pulled himself out of her, he finally
seemed to notice that he and Sam weren't alone; on seeing his
mother and Jeff there, he turned almost white, and could only
move his jaw up and down and make sharp "Uh... Uh... Uh..."
noises in an unsuccessful effort to say something. Samantha
turned her head to see what the strange sounds were, and saw
them, too, before cupping a hand to her crotch and standing up.

Jeff asked "How long have you two been doing this?"

Since Kevin was clearly unable to, Sam answered "The first time
was a couple months ago." - making Kevin turn even paler as he
waited to see how, not if, Jeff was going to kill him.

Louise spoke up, saying "I think we need to talk."

Sam politely asked "Can I clean up a little first?" and got the
answer "Of course, dear." from Louise.

Jeff told Kevin "You might want to wash up some, too, Jeff, so
you don't stain the furniture."

Kevin started to gather his clothes when his mother told him
"Don't bother with those."

Blushing furiously, he stood up and all but slunk his way past
the adults, with Sam - just as naked - following him without any
apparent concern.

Jeff was the first to get back to the family room, and took a
seat at one end of the couch opposite the chairs that Jeff and
Louise were sitting in. A minute later, Samantha came in and sat
down at the other end. Kevin didn't seem to be able to look at
anybody - particularly Jeff - while Sam had no such problems.

Jeff cleared his throat to get their attention before saying
"It's pretty obvious that neither one of you had any objections
to what was going on. And since you've been at it for a couple of
months, I've got to figure that nobody forced the other to do it.
So the only question I have left is: are you okay? Are either of
you having any problems?"

Kevin looked up at the question, shocked, before Sam answered
"Oh, no, Daddy. We both went to the clinic and got tested so we
could show each other that we didn't have any diseases or
anything. And I've still got a couple of years left before it's
time to replace my birth control implants, so that isn't anything
to worry about. The only problem I have is that he isn't a very
good lover - not like you are, at all, Daddy."

That last bit had a stunned Kevin looking from Sam to Jeff and
back again before Louise said "I'm sorry, dear, that's my fault.
His father was like that, and I didn't know any better when Kevin
and I started. Since I met your dad, I've been hoping that he's
able to find a girl that CAN teach him, and that he has enough
sense to learn from her."

Kevin's attention had shifted to his mother, and he could only
sit and stare at her after she told the others that he'd been
having sex with her.

He blushed furiously and looked at Sam when she replied "Well,
I've tried to tell him, and get him to do things different, but
it hasn't worked. He just wants to get inside me as soon as he
can, and then fuck me until he cums. It feels okay, but since
that's all there is, I don't feel good afterwards. I was starting
to think that I was going to have to start telling him we
couldn't, because he doesn't want to do anything to make it nice
for me, too."

Jeff spoke up then, telling Kevin "Sounds to me like you need to
learn how to make the ladies happy to be in bed with you, Kevin.
If you want to keep fucking Sam, you damn well better learn,
because I know she'll drop you like a hot rock if you don't. And
just to make sure we understand each other, if anybody was to try
and force her into anything, well, then I would most definitely
NOT take kindly to that. I might even get it into my head to take
care of it myself, instead of going to the law. But the situation
is that you aren't doing anything to make the women you're with
want to keep being with you. You happy with that, or do you want
to change?"

The lad blushed at Jeff's blunt speech, then paled slightly at
the mention of what would happen if 'anybody' forced her to have
sex. Even though Jeff was a computer programmer and had raised a
girl, Kevin also knew that he had studied kickboxing for a number
of years, and regularly worked out. Because of his mind being
overloaded by all he'd heard in the last couple of minutes, it
took a little time before Kevin was able to answer "Uh, yeah, I
guess. I mean, I don't know what... how..." before blushing
furiously again and lowering his head to stare at the floor.

One of the things that Jeff and Louise had talked about that
night had been their kids - and the attraction between them that
both parents saw growing. They'd decided that Kevin and Samantha
eventually having sex was well within the realm of possibility,
and figured out how they wanted to handle it when the time came.
Something else they'd talked about was what Jeff thought Sam's
likely reaction would be to Kevin's lack of lovemaking skills;
and they'd worked out how to deal with that issue, as well.
Finally, they'd had to think about how to break the news to each
of their kids that the other parent was also involved with their
offspring. When Jeff had started to tell Samantha about Louise
and Kevin, she'd quickly figured out what he was trying to tell
her - and had accepted the idea with little difficulty. After
all, she'd been involved with him, and couldn't see any reason
that another widowed parent might not be in the same situation.
Louise had tried to talk to Kevin, but he had been FAR less
receptive to listening to her; she'd finally given up and told
Jeff about the problem. He told her not to worry about it - and
then had a talk with Sam to explain to her that she didn't have
to worry about saying anything about THEIR relationship in front
of the others, if she needed to. So when the adults had come home
to find their kids humping on the floor, Kevin was the only one
that didn't have at least some idea of how to deal with the
situation and the conversation that followed.

In response to Kevin's admission that he didn't know what or how,
Jeff told him "Well, I guess someone's going to have to teach
you. Come on..." before standing up. Kevin didn't seem inclined
to follow until his mother stood up, also. Jeff looked at
Samantha and told her "If you want him to learn, he might as well
learn on you."

Jeff and Louise led the way, with Samantha, then Kevin, following
them. Once in Jeff's bedroom, Samantha didn't hesitate to take a
seat on the foot of the bed as Jeff and Louise calmly undressed.
Kevin wasn't sure what to do until Sam gave him a Look and patted
a spot next to her.

When Sam saw that Louise's pubic area was hairless, it not only
got her attention, but fascinated her. Louise noticed, of course,
and gave Sam a small smile, which Sam returned, before saying "We
can talk later, if you want."

Once they were naked, Jeff and Louise moved to sit at the head of
the bed, resting against the headboard. Kevin was visibly nervous
when Jeff asked him "Okay, Kevin, let's start at the beginning. I
know you've stuck your dick in it, but have you ever really
looked at a woman's genitals?"

Shamefaced, Kevin shook his head, and Jeff told him "I didn't
figure. Okay, let's get that part of it out of the way." before
turning to Louise and asking "You don't mind?"

She shook her head, and Jeff considered Samantha for a moment
before asking her "It would probably help if he had someone
besides his mother to look at. Would you?"

She nodded, and moved to the head of the bed where Louise had
already positioned herself with her knees up and legs spread
wide, exposing her pelvis. Sam mirrored the position as Jeff
scooted down and bit and told Kevin "Come on, you need to learn
this."

Kevin moved up next to him, and Jeff started pointing out and
naming the various bits of the female sexual anatomy - not just
the proper names, but the more common ones, as well. He also
explained what the different parts could look like when the woman
was and wasn't sexually aroused. He pointed out the differences
between Louise's anatomy and Sam's so that the youngster could
see how they were both similar, and different. As the lesson
proceeded, Kevin gradually got over his embarrassment at looking
not only at his mother so intimately, but Samantha, as well. Jeff
hadn't hesitated to touch either of the two females, and both had
become slightly aroused - which Jeff also pointed out to Kevin.

When they were done, Louise and Sam both closed and straightened
their legs while Jeff proceeded to tell Kevin what some of the
different things he could do to arouse and please a female were,
and what they could do for him. Kevin looked doubtful at some of
it, and Jeff simply asked Louise and Sam to verify his
statements. Both did so, readily, and Kevin was willing enough to
believe that they liked it; when asked, he admitted that some of
it didn't sound like anything he wanted to do. Jeff explained to
him that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as he thought, and that
if he could muster up the courage to at least try it, he might
find out he liked it.

Kevin still looked doubtful, and Jeff told him "Okay, I'll show
you!" and proceeded to use his mouth on Louise - who obviously
and visibly enjoyed it. The aroma of Louise's oils was easily
detected by all of them before Jeff finished and told Kevin "Now,
you try it on Sam."

Sam spread her legs again before Kevin made a little bit of a
face and objected "But I already came in her."

Sam politely informed him that she'd cleaned herself out - very
carefully - so that she didn't stain the couch; Kevin still
looked uncertain, so Jeff told him "Okay, I'll do Sam so you can
see it's okay, and you can practice on your mom."

Kevin couldn't have any objections to that, and hesitantly moved
to comply as Jeff positioned himself between Sam's parted thighs.
Jeff watched as Kevin took his first tentative taste of a woman's
essence - and discovered that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it
would be.

Under his mother's patient tutelage, it didn't take Kevin long to
learn how to please her - and as her arousal increased, he found
himself becoming more enthusiastic about what he was doing: the
sounds she made, the taste of her, and the knowledge that he was
exciting her all turned what he'd thought would be an unpleasant
task into an enjoyable activity. He heard a loud cry, and lifted
his head to see that Jeff had obviously brought Samantha to an
orgasm - before he'd been able to do so for his mom.

Jeff raised his head from between Sam's legs and told Kevin
"You'll have to practice some, and learn what a girl likes,
before you can make her climax that easily. But once she does
orgasm the first time, it's easier to get her to do it again. Why
don't you try doing it for Sam, and see if I'm not right?"

As much as Kevin loved his mother, the idea of being able to
maybe make Sam orgasm again appealed to him, and he nodded his
agreement. The two of them switched places, and Kevin eagerly
applied the lessons he'd learned from his mother to Samantha -
all thoughts of having filled her with his cum earlier long gone
from his mind.

Jeff and Louise shared a smile before he went about finishing the
job that Kevin had started.

It was only a few minutes until Samantha cried out with her
second orgasm; she was followed a minute later by Louise's
announcement of her own release. When Jeff finally raised his
head from Louise's mons, he saw that Kevin was feeling pleased
with himself for having been able to satisfy Sam's desires.

Samantha, being younger, was the first to recover from her climax
- and she didn't hesitate to pull Kevin up and give him a long,
deep kiss of appreciation before telling him "That was really
nice...".

Jeff didn't wait for Louise to indicate she wanted him to kiss
her; when she opened her eyes, he was waiting for her. She
grinned at him, her eyes laughing, before he leaned in for his
second prize - the first being the supply of her nectar she'd
given him as she climaxed.

When their kiss finally ended, Jeff turned to Kevin and told him
"The other thing you need to learn is to slow down. If you can do
that, you'll find out that when you cum, it'll be better for you;
and while you're taking your time about getting yourself off,
you'll be making the girl happy, too. And if you make HER happy,
then she'll want to let you be with her again - and that's a GOOD
thing, right?", finishing with a smile. Kevin admitted that it
was, and Jeff said "You made a face about having a woman use her
mouth on your cock; I'll bet you were thinking that you wouldn't
want to kiss her after she did that, right?"

The youngster grudgingly admitted that that was what he'd been
thinking; Jeff told him "Well, you just found out that girls
taste better than you thought they would, so you suppose maybe
you could be wrong about kissing her after she's had you in her
mouth? Remember, Sam just kissed YOU after you'd been doing
pretty much the same thing for her, and she could probably taste
herself" - "I could" Sam confirmed - "when you did. If it was
okay for her, then it should be okay for you. Besides, even if
you do end up tasting some of your cum, it's no big deal - after
all, it is YOURS and not some other guy's!" - earning himself a
wry grin from Kevin.

Louise spoke up then, telling her son "Maybe you don't think it's
okay for a girl to do that to a guy; so I'm going to show you
that it IS okay by doing it to Jeff. Maybe if you apologize to
Sam for being so selfish before, she'll be willing to help you
learn to slow down and enjoy having sex, instead of just trying
to get off."

Louise was moving to where she could get her mouth on Jeff's cock
when she heard Kevin say "Sam, I really am sorry about before. I
never really thought that I should be doing anything different or
special to make YOU feel good, too."

Samantha responded by telling him "Kev, I tried to tell you, but
you wouldn't listen to me. Why?"

"Because I didn't know that girls could have climaxes like guys
do, and I didn't think that you knew any more about sex than I
did; I didn't know that you'd been with your dad, and that you
knew more than I do." Kevin admitted.

"Kevin, if a girl says something to you about what you can do to
make her feel better, you should listen to her. It's HER body,
and she knows what makes her feel good. But I guess you really
didn't know any better, so if you'll lay down, I'll try to help
you learn to relax and ENJOY having sex."

He did as she said, and watched as she shifted position so that
her head was over his pelvis. He spared a quick glance over to
where Jeff and Louise were, and saw that his mother had Jeff's
erect penis in her mouth, and was slowly moving her head up and
down on it. When he dragged his eyes back to where Sam was, he
saw that she was about to do the same thing to him; the sight and
sensation of her taking the head of his semi-erect cock in her
mouth was incredible. A few moments later, he felt it as she
started using her tongue along the underside of it as she began
softly sucking on him.

From the other side of the bed, Kevin heard Jeff's voice tell him
"Until you learn how to do it yourself, don't be afraid to slow
down or stop what you're doing - or if it's the girl doing
something to you, having HER stop or slow down."

Kevin nodded his head in understanding as he felt his penis
rapidly getting harder and harder in Samantha's VERY talented
mouth. It wasn't long before he could feel himself getting close;
he realized that he wanted to enjoy what Sam was doing to him
even longer, and managed to tell her to stop. She did, even going
so far as to let him slip from between her lips; she looked up at
him and smiled, letting him know that he'd done the right thing.
When he felt the sensations in his penis fade, he nodded to her
that she could continue. The smile she gave him in response to
THAT left him with no doubt that she was enjoying what she was
doing to him, too - and it finally sank in for him in a way that
nothing else had that considering what his partner wanted meant
that HE would be able to find more pleasure, as well.

After he had told Samantha to stop again, Kevin saw that his
mother was straddling Jeff's waist - and judging from the way she
was rocking her hips, she'd settled herself down on his dick.
Kevin watched the two adults for nearly a full minute before
turning his attention back to Sam. He saw that she'd seen where
he was looking, and she asked him "You want to try that, too?"
with a grin.

"Uh, yeah, if it's okay..." he replied.

Sam's grin turned into a broad smile as she assured him "Oh, I
don't mind at all!"

Kevin watched as she sat up, then got up on her knees before
swinging one leg over him. She scooted back a little, and then
squatted over him. Taking his hard and saliva-coated penis in her
hand, she tilted it up and positioned the head of it against her
opening. He could feel how wet she was between her legs, and
wasn't surprised when she took nearly half his length inside on
her first effort. She raised up a couple of inches, then let
herself back down again - stopping only when her firm, warm ass
was resting against his upper thighs. She leaned forward and
supported her body by putting her hands on the bed before telling
him "Go ahead and play with my tits."

It was a command he was more than willing to follow.

He quickly cupped her breasts in his hands, softly caressing
their surface before he began gently squeezing them and running
his thumbs across her erect nipples. Her moans of pleasure were
all the encouragement he needed to continue in the knowledge that
she liked what he was doing.

A few moments later, he felt Sam's hip start moving as she lifted
herself off of him for perhaps a quarter of his length before
settling back down again. A second later, she did it again, then
again. Over the course of the next minute, he felt Samantha get
into a slow rhythm of moving herself off him for a little ways
before she again impaled herself on his hard cock. It wasn't as
stimulating as if he was actually fucking her the way he usually
did, but he quickly realized that he could enjoy the sensations
she WAS generating for a lot longer - and cum harder at the end.

Deciding that if she had to sit up again, he'd only be able to
reach her tits with his hands, Kevin decided that if he wanted to
suck on them, he'd better do it while he had the chance - and
promptly replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking first on one
of her nipples, then the other. Back and forth he went, until he
had the peaks of both her breasts standing at full attention and
glistening. When he pulled his head back to look at her
delightful breasts, Sam lowered her head, kissing him. When her
tongue touched his lips, it never even crossed his mind that
she'd used that same tongue to massage the underside of his cock
not long before - he just opened his mouth, and sent his tongue
out to play with hers as he moved his hands to her breasts again.

Sam stopped moving on him, and both of them turned their heads to
look when they heard Louise's soft cry of release. Kevin saw that
his mother had a distinct blush that ran from her face all the
way down to the tops of her breasts - where Jeff was gently
pinching and pulling on her hard nipples. He'd never seen his
mother that excited before, or seen her orgasm that hard, and he
knew that he needed to remember the things that Jeff, and his
mother, and Samantha told him about having sex and how to please
a girl.

When Louise started moving herself on Jeff again, Sam started
moving on Kevin, too - a little faster, and with a little more
force. The experience of her moving on him that way was much
closer to the way that he'd fucked her before, and he felt
himself slowly moving toward a climax. He finally moved his hands
from Sam's breasts and put them on her hips to hold her still so
that he could 'pull back' a little. Sam did as he wanted, and
even smiled down at him before lowering her head so they could
kiss again. That time, he did remember she'd had his cock in her
mouth - and simply didn't care as the two of them dueled with
their tongues. When he felt it was safe again, Kevin moved his
hands to Sam's firm ass, caressing its firm globes, and gently
squeezing them. After their kiss ended, he moved his lips to her
breasts again, licking them and using his lips to gently 'bite'
her firm young mammaries as Sam started simply rocking her hips
back and forth.

It took Kevin a few seconds to realize what she was doing: not
just keeping herself moving on him, but rubbing her clitoris
against him to arouse herself even more. That it was working was
evidenced a minute later when she released a deep groan and
tightend around him as she slid into an orgasm.

The feeling of Sam's tight, wet pussy clenching and spasming
around him was more that Kevin had ever experienced before. His
mother had orgasmed sometimes, but never anything like he was
experiencing with Samantha. He didn't know it, but the climax Sam
was having was relatively mild for her - he was going to be in
for a real treat when she finally DID 'let go'!

By holding himself still inside her, and trying to remember his
favorite baseball player's stats, Kevin was able to avoid filling
Sam with his cum - but it was close. When she was ready to start
moving again, he had to hold her hips again for a bit to make
sure he didn't cum anyway.

After a while, Kevin noticed that Sam was starting to get tired.
He held her by the hips until she slowed her actions and looked
down at him. He simply told her "You've done everything so far;
now it's my turn." Sam nodded, and carefully lifted herself off
of him. As the two youngsters got their positions reversed, both
saw that Louise was on her hands and knees with Jeff fucking her
from behind - to her obvious pleasure and satisfaction.

Once he was between Samantha's spread legs, it took Kevin only a
few moments to get the head of his cock wedged against her
opening - and then, with a push of his hips, once again buried in
her in a single thrust. With a little change in his position, and
Sam lifting her hips, he was able to get the entire length of his
manhood into her hot and very wet channel.

Remembering what he'd already learned, Kevin started out by
fucking Sam with slow, short strokes; but he also listened to the
noises she made, and the things she said, and it wasn't long
before he was pistoning in and out of her in a rhythm of long,
steady strokes. He was at the point where he knew that he was
going to cum, but not any time soon, when he heard his mother cry
out in pleasure again - but from the sound of it, it was a FAR
greater release than the previous one. Kevin and Sam both looked
over to watch as Louise went through a series of clearly powerful
spasms; behind her both youngsters could see that Jeff was
pressing himself into her, obviously emptying his cum into her.

The sight of another man filling his mother with cum as she went
through such an intense climax affected Kevin more than he
thought it would: in less than a minute, he knew that he was
going to cum, himself - and that nothing was going to stop it.

Beneath him, he could feel that Sam was getting close, too; but
what he'd just witnessed was too powerful for him to do anything
but hope that Sam at least got some relief before he began to
unload in her. A moment later, and he all but slammed himself
into Samantha as his cock began spraying her insides with his
jism. That seemed to be all Sam needed, and he felt her tighten
around him again as she slipped into her own release. His already
intense climax was further enhanced by the sensation of Sam's
vagina clenching and spasming around him, as through it was
trying to milk his cock for every drop of cum he had.

When it was over for him, Kevin started to pull himself out of
Sam's overflowing pussy, but she put her arms around him and said
"No, stay in me. It feels good. If you want to, you can even lay
on me; not lay on me with all your weight, but holding yourself
over me on your elbows. Us girls, we like it when a guy stays
with us for a while after he cums, okay?"

Kevin nodded his understanding and moved to do as she said -
realizing in the process how little he'd done to make her or his
mother feel happy after they'd had sex. When he was resting over
Sam, he looked over to see that Jeff was doing much the same
thing to his mother's visible pleasure.

The two couples stayed like that for several minutes until Kevin
and Samantha heard Louise tell Jeff he could get up. Sam
immediately said the same thing to Kevin, surprising him.

What surprised Kevin even more was that after Jeff had gotten off
his mother, Sam quickly moved to where Louise had rolled over
onto her back and and slipped between Louise's legs to apply her
mouth to his mother's mons. It took a few moments before he
realized that Sam was doing to his mother what he'd done to HER -
and even more, that she was doing it for the express purpose of
getting her father's cum out of his mother's pussy!

Kevin looked at Jeff, and saw that not only could he see what his
daughter was doing, but was patently unconcerned about it. Kevin
went back to watching Sam eating his mother's pussy, and a minute
later, heard his mother say "Turn around - I want to do you,
too..."!

As Sam pivoted around where her tongue was buried in Louise's
vagina, Kevin saw that his cum was already starting to leak out
of her. A few moments later, he watched as his mother lifted her
head and stuck her tongue out for her first ever taste of her
son's semen. Kevin didn't know it, but it was also his mother's
first ever taste of another woman's pussy - and she was
discovering that she liked it!

It wasn't but a couple of minutes before it was clear that both
females were enjoying what they were doing to each other: two
pairs of breasts were visibly tight, with hard, erect nipples;
there were the asynchronous sounds of two mouths eagerly licking
and sucking on vaginal lips and clitorises; and the air was
filled with the distinct scents of two very aroused females. A
few minutes more, and first Louise, then Samantha, announced with
a loud cry that the other had pleased her.

As each of them finished her climax, she quickly returned to what
she'd been doing before. The sight and sounds and even the aroma
of them had Kevin as hard as he'd ever been before; when he dared
look at Jeff, he could see that the older man was ready to go
again, too.

Jeff took the lead by getting up and going over to where his
daughter and Louise were again engaged in a passionate '69'. He
said something to them that Kevin couldn't hear, but both Sam and
his mother paused long enough to reply - then cooperate as he
carefully moved them so that each was lying on her side. When he
was done, neither of them delayed in burying her face in the
other's crotch again.

Kevin then watched as Jeff lay on his side behind his daughter
and positioned himself so that he could start pressing his hard
cock into her as Louise helped by licking him to provide some
lubrication. It wasn't a minute before Jeff was completely inside
Sam, and had started moving in her.

The sight of Jeff's manhood sliding in and out of his daughter's
pussy while Louise licked and sucked at both of them was more
than Kevin could stand; he quickly moved to mirror Jeff's
position, so that he could fill his mother with his erect cock.
She welcomed his presence, and Samantha provided the same
assistance to them as Louise had for her and her father - and the
feeling of Sam's tongue sliding up and down his length as he
pressed himself into his mother's bare pussy was a truly
incredible experience for the young man.

As he'd learned to do, Kevin took his time as he cycled his hard
cock in and out of his mother's vagina; he also did whatever else
he could to please her - tending to her breasts and nipples,
kissing her neck and shoulders, and even just telling her how
much he loved her.

Kevin's youth and inexperience put him at a disadvantage: before
Jeff made any indication of being close, Kevin pressed himself
deep inside his mother as he started squirting what felt like
quarts of his cum into her; it was up to Samantha to provide the
last bit of stimulation Louise needed to slip into her own
climax. The power and intensity of his mother's vagina around him
made Kevin's release even more powerful; after it was over for
him, he resolved to thank all of them - but particularly Jeff -
for the instruction.

Even as he was swearing that oath to himself, Kevin heard
Samantha's loud cry of pleasure as she found her own climax; from
the sound of it, Jeff was filling his daughter's young pussy with
his incestuous cum, too.

As Jeff and Samantha experienced their climaxes, Kevin continued
to hold himself inside his mother, caressing and kissing her. He
knew he was getting it right when she made several noises of
happiness and pleasure in response.

Once Jeff and Sam had finished, it was Kevin who had the
advantage: his youth meant that he was still fairly erect in his
mother, and his teenage cock was slower to soften. It was several
minutes before Jeff arched his hips back slightly to pull his
wilted member from his daughter; Louise immediately took
advantage of the opportunity to do Sam a 'favor' by again licking
semen out of the young girl's pussy. A minute later, Kevin
realized that Sam might like to do the same, and eased himself
out of his mom - only to have it immediately replaced by Sam's
eager tongue.

After he'd gotten out of their way, Kevin heard Jeff ask him
"Understand what you've been missing, now?"

Kevin gave him an embarrassed grin and answered "Yes, sir. Uh,
thanks for straightening me out."

Jeff grinned back and said "If you're going to be banging my
daughter, I want her to be happy about it."

Kevin couldn't help blushing, and simply nodded.

By mutual agreement, Louise and Sam stopped what they were doing
when each had removed all traces of cum from the other's
womanhood. When they were done, they released each other, and
each of them rolled over to lie on her back. Jeff moved to lie
next to Louise, and Kevin happily took his place next to
Samantha. The two couples, young and old, stayed like that for
quite a while, content to simply snuggle. It wasn't until Louise
said that she really needed to get some sleep that Sam and Kevin
left - hand in hand, and fairly obviously intending to stay
together in Sam's bed. Neither parent said anything in objection,
and after the youngsters were gone, Jeff and Louise got
themselves resituated so they could go to sleep - but only after
they'd had a conversation about what had happened. They hadn't
exactly planned for things to happen as they did; but neither was
the slightest bit disappointed, either.

A bit over six months later, Jeff asked Louise to marry him, and
she agreed. When asked if he wanted Jeff to adopt him, Kevin
thought it over before answering that he really was honored at
the offer, but that he wanted to keep his dad's last name. Jeff
assured him that he understood perfectly, and wasn't hurt or
offended. By that time, Kevin had learned that he could
completely trust what Jeff told him; he asked if he could still
call Jeff 'Dad' - and was assured that Jeff would be proud if he
did.

The four of them found a house that suited their new family:
bedrooms for the adults, and each of the kids (though they
usually spent nights together in one or the other's bedroom), and
a room for Jeff to use as an office. When asked, the kids had
each informed their parent that even though they cared for each
other, and were sharing each other's beds, they knew that what
they felt for each other wasn't the sort of thing marriages were
made of. Both still wanted to get out in the world and find the
one that was right for them; they saw their physical relationship
simply as a way of helping each other with their respective
desires.

Samantha and Kevin had each gone off to spend the night with a
friend, leaving Jeff and Louise along in the house for a change.
They lay on the couch to watch a movie as they simply held each
other. When the movie was rewinding (it was a tape they'd rented
from the video store), Louise sat up and moved to the end of the
couch from Jeff. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she lifted up
the front of her skirt to reveal that - as usual for her since
they'd married - she wasn't wearing any panties. Jeff watched as
she slowly slid a hand between her thighs before extending a
finger and laying it between her labia. Curling it slightly, she
ran the tip of her finger upwards, separating her vaginal lips
and letting him see that the area between them was visibly wet
with her oils before she started circling her clitoris with the
tip. It wasn't but a few moment before he could see her labia get
slightly longer and thicker as she became more aroused.

As she continued pleasuring herself, her vaginal lips got darker,
and she began to show a faint blush on her face and upper chest
as her excitement increased. He started to move toward her, and
she shook her head briefly before saying "Just sit there and
watch. I want to do this, just for you..."

Jeff decided that if she could do it, he could, too - and
unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out his semi-erect
penis. Louise looked delighted, and slid her finger back down to
slide it into her womanhood. Jeff responded by slowly stroking
himself, feeling it as he became harder and harder in response to
the show Louise was giving him.

When her finger reappeared, it was shiny with her oils, and she
raised her hand up so that she could extend her tongue and
delicately lick them off, smiling at him as she did so. When she
was done, she moved her hand back between her thighs and began
playing with her clitoris again as she used the other hand to
unbutton the blouse she was wearing - revealing (not surprising
him in the slightest at that point) that she wasn't wearing a
bra, either. Her thick nipples were standing erect from her
puckered areolas; she licked the end of one finger before using
it to circle one of her nipples, making it shine faintly. She
repeated her actions for the other breast, making its peak stand
out as well.

Back between her legs, she'd succeeded in bringing her clitoris
to full attention, and had it glistening with the oils she was
transferring to it from her vaginal opening. By that time, Jeff
was fully erect, and he watched as she raised her hand to lick
the ends of her thumb and forefinger before using them to start
stroking her erect clit. It took him a few seconds to realize
that she was masturbating her clit in time with the way he was
stroking his cock; the sight and thought of it aroused him far
more that he thought possible. When he looked into her face, he
could see that she was both amused and aroused by the effect she
could see she was having on him.

After a bit, she slid her finger back between her labia and into
her vagina. He could see that she was moving it around inside
herself, and found himself getting even more aroused: his breath
was coming quicker, just as his hand was moving up and down his
shaft faster. There was even a drop of pre-cum on the end of his
manhood, glistening like a jewel at the top of a flesh scepter.

Louise was starting to arch her pelvis in response to what her
finger was doing inside; she finally slid it out and once again
lifted it to her mouth to slowly and erotically clean it of her
oils before returning it to her crotch. She slowly and
deliberately collected some more of her oils to apply to her
erect and visible clitoris before again using her thumb and
forefinger to masturbate it in sync with Jeff's hand on his
penis. Below, her vaginal lips had remained well parted, and he
could see the entrance to her vagina slowly clenching, and knew
that she was getting closer and closer to having an orgasm.

When he looked into her face again, it was obvious to him that
her eyes were locked on where his hand was moving up and down his
hard shaft, and the growing collection of his pre-cum that was
leaking from the end of his cock.

Jeff was unable to keep from watching as Louise's hand continued
ratcheting up her excitement: her labia were dark with her
arousal, the area between them shiny with her oils - oils that he
could see were beginning to form a small trickle that threatened
to escape her pubic area and run down the crease of her ass, and
across her anus.

It was that thought, of her anus being wetted with her own
lubrication - and what he would like to do when it happened -
that finally pushed him over the edge. With a loud groan, his
cock erupted, firing the first wad of his cum high into the air
before it landed on his chest. Even as the second spurt of his
semen was being launched, Louise cried out with her own release.
He could see the ring of her vaginal opening begin clenching,
making it look as though her pussy was winking at him - a thought
that further intensified his pleasure as his cock spurted again.

When they'd both gotten their wits back, Jeff told Louise "That
was really something - I mean, really something. That was the
most intimate, erotic, sexy, PERSONAL thing I've ever seen
anybody do before."

She just grinned at him and answered "I could tell you liked it;
and I liked watching YOU, too."

A few moments later, she scooted back to sit next to him - and
patiently waited for him to lick her finger clean before she
leaned down to perform a similar service for his cock. They
looked into each other's eyes lovingly, and got up to go to bed -
holding hands like a couple of kids as they walked down the hall
to their bedroom.


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