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                               WYNTER
                       by Russell Hoisington

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This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are
purely imaginary, and this story is NOT intended to be a guide
for actual behavior.  Any similarities between this story and
actual people, or actual events that you should be ashamed of,
are purely coincidental.  If it is illegal in your part of the
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or if you don't like sex stories, then stop now.

This story is copyright 2003 and 2005 by Russell Hoisington.
Please do not remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial (free)
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mean that they are in the public domain, nor does it mean that I
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definition, not yours or anyone else's.

Thank you for your consideration.

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This is a 2005 revised version of the story with errors corrected
and with a new chapter added to PART THREE:  MOTHER'S LITTLE
HELPER.

                               WYNTER
                              PART TWO:
                       DADDY'S LITTLE STUDENT

                             Six of Ten

      The tickling sensation at the end of his nose wouldn't go
away.  Richard couldn't move his arm to swipe at it, and his arm
hurt when he tried.  He dragged himself to consciousness and
opened his eyes to see blonde bangs brushing across the tip of
his nose, then lifting to reveal two sparkling blue-green pools
checking to see if he was awake yet.  When she saw him looking at
her, her face lifted higher to bring puckered coral lips up for a
nose-and-lips kiss.  There were no words to express how loved he
felt every time she did that.  He had difficulty forcing his
smile into a pucker as her lips lowered to gently kiss his.

      "Time to wake up," she said.  "You should have taken your
pills a half-hour ago."

      She said it in a calm voice, with a hint of a smile.
Richard couldn't have been more surprised if she'd jumped up and
kicked him in the nuts.  Wynter always fretted herself silly if
she were just five minutes late with his pills.  Always, that is,
until this time.

      "You're waking me up to give me a sleeping pill?" he asked
with an exaggerated frown.

      "I don't think you need one," she said, her face suddenly
glowing with a huge smile.

      That wasn't the way the game went.  Something was different.

      "It took me ten minutes to wake you up," she said with an
odd giggle.

      Something was _radically_ different.  It wasn't her
little-girl-giggle that he often heard when they joked with each
other.  It sounded, well--more grown up, he finally decided.

      "You've been tickling my nose for ten minutes?"

      "Unh uh," she said.  "That only took about ten seconds."
The huge smile remained as radiant as before as she searched his
eyes with her own.

      "Well, then just what were you doing for the other nine
minutes and fifty seconds?"  His futile attempt to sound stern
changed her giggle to a laugh.

      "Tickling you with my hair," she said.

      He frowned, trying to make sense of that.  It was the
tickling with her hair that had awakened him.

      She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around the
Beast.  It was erect, though it had to be a piss-hardon after the
workout it had endured the past couple of days.  The thought made
him realize how distended his bladder was.  Then somebody finally
hit him with a mental sledgehammer.  "Oh!"

      "It got hard, but you didn't wake up," Wynter said.  She was
having trouble sounding disappointed because she couldn't stop
smiling and giggling.  She lifted her butt from his abdomen,
relieving some of his bladder pressure, and scooted back until
she was over his hard dick.  She lowered her body slightly and
brushed the cornsilk of her nether hair along the rigid Beast.

      "Not even when I did this," she said with another giggle.
"Or this," she added, lowering a little more until he felt the
warmth of her pillowy outer lips against his dick.  She hunched
her hips slowly and left a warm, wet trail along his lance of
lust, then reversed her direction and added to it.  She moaned
softly, and need showed in her eyes.

      "It felt so good to me that I came in just a couple of
minutes, Daddy, but you didn't wake up then, either."

      _Damn!_  "I'm truly sorry I missed that, honey.  I really
would have loved seeing it."  The only time he'd seen her orgasm
up close was when her juicy little twat had been smeared across
his face.  He had loved watching the way her cunt had swollen and
throbbed, especially that short stretch between her sweet little
vagina and her hot little anus, and the way her opening expanded
and then squeezed shut, as if it were sneezing.  But he also
wanted to watch her face during orgasm, to see if her
expressions, like her contractions, mimicked Angie's.

      "Well," she said, lowering her head but keeping eye contact,
"I guess I could do it again for you.  _After_ you've had your
pills."

      "Promise?" he asked, realizing he must have sounded like a
schoolboy being offered a new bicycle.

      "Cross my heart," she replied, tracing an "X" between those
two wonderful pink orbs bracketing her heart.  "A good nurse
never fibs to her patient," she continued, lowering the Beast
gently to his stomach and releasing it.

      "Nurse?  I thought you were my student!"

      "Nurse now, then student," she said in a stern voice,
carefully swinging her left leg over so that she could climb off
the bed,  "or else I'll have to explain to Nurse Carter why your
pills were so late."  She tried to give him a glare that matched
her voice, the way Ellen Carter had done on a couple of occasions
when he'd been obstinate, but she broke up in a fit of giggles.

      "Well, Nurse King, I need two things worse than I need the
pills, and the first is the urinal and the second is a kiss."

      She understood that the second priority for the kiss meant
that he was desperate for the urinal and flew into action.  She
had the bed upright in record time, yet managed to do it without
causing any additional discomfort to his arms and leg.  Or
perhaps the pain in his bladder caused him to ignore any such
additional discomfort.  Fortunately the Beast had retreated so
that he could piss as soon as she had his flaccid cock in the
mouth of the urinal.

      She smiled at him when he moaned in relief, then turned her
attention back to her task in hand.  No blushing, no looking
away.  His little girl really _was_ growing up.  He'd give a
year's pay just to have his arms free for one minute to squeeze
her to himself in a bear hug of Olympian might.  He did not want
to give up his little girl.  And yet, he had wanted that same
little girl to become just what she was evolving into.  Wynter
was absolutely right, he realized:  grownups did lead lives that
were far too complicated.

      "_DADDY!  WHAT'S WRONG?_"

      She was staring at his left cheek.  He slowly realized that
a trickle of wetness ran down it from the outer corner of his
eye.  "Nothing, honey," he said with a forced smile that he hoped
looked natural to her.  "I guess it's just a reaction to the
relief.  I was about to explode."

      Fortunately she accepted his statement.  When he was
finished she stripped the residual piss out of his cock with two
strokes that would have brought the Beast to life if it hadn't
had such a workout for the past two days.  She put the urinal on
the side table while she adjusted the sheet over him.

      "There's one other thing I need," he said in a quiet voice,
bringing Mother Hen to life.  "I really need a special kiss
before you go."

      She giggled and gave him a nose-and-lips kiss.  But when she
drew back, her face had an odd look faintly overlaid on her
delicate features.  She suspected that something was different,
but she was too dedicated to her nursing duties to take time to
ask him what.  He knew what she would ask when she returned with
his pills and furiously searched for an answer.

      She emptied and cleaned the urinal, then replaced it below
the foot of the bed.  "Pain pill or i-bu-pro-fen?" she asked,
slowly sounding out the syllables of the word that just would not
flow easily off her warm, wet tongue.

      "Ibuprofen," he said with a smile that hid the turmoil in
his brain.

      While she counted out the pills, compared them to the
schedule, and noted the type and time in his records, he
remembered his lecture about honesty and trust.  He would not lie
when she asked.

      "They're not very chewy," he complained.  "They weren't
cooked long enough."

      "Maybe I overcooked them and made them tough," she retorted
as she popped the last one in his mouth and held the straw to his
mouth.

      He managed to swallow it with a sip of water before they
broke up in laughter.  She let him drink his fill of water and
put then glass on the night stand.  After she lowered the bed to
a thirty degree angle she turned to him, her face serious.

      "Daddy...."

      The phone interrupted.  It was Ellen Carter.  Wynter offered
to let him speak to her, but once again he told her that it was
her job to take care of nurse business.  He watched her smile
explode across her face.  Her slender, nude body seemed to swell
slightly and glow, but with pride, not embarrassment.  He watched
her, as if seeing her for the first time.  He heard her voice but
not her words as she discussed her patient on a nurse-to-nurse
basis.  He was too busy wondering if he'd been given Wynter as
compensation for all the pain he'd had to endure from his
frequent injuries.

      Then he wondered if all that pain was the compensation he
had to give for the privilege of having her.  If it was, then he
was paying a bargain price, he decided, as she hung up the phone.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Ellen Carter switched off the cordless phone, snuggled into
the corner formed by the overstuffed couch's back and arm, and
adjusted the Navajo blanket over her lap and folded legs.  She
put the phone on the end table and hesitated a moment before
picking up her cup of honeyed tea.  As she blew on the tea to
cool it, she frowned. Just who in the hell was that self-assured,
confident adult who had talked to her Wynter King's voice?

                               ~ ~ ~

      "Daddy, something's wrong, isn't it?"  The beautiful
blue-green gems, just inches from his own eyes, sat under a bluff
weathered with Mother Hen worry.

      Richard made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a soft
laugh.  "Before the phone rang, I'd have said yes.  But now I
know that I'd have been wrong, and that everything is the way is
should be.  But first tell me what Ellen said and then I'll tell
you all about it."

      Wynter looked uncertain for a moment, but that passed.  She
knew he was telling her the truth.  She trusted him.  Richard saw
that trust in her face and felt really, _really_ good about
himself.  He was the kind of father his child could trust
implicitly.  He focused on her eyes and waited.

      "Nurse Carter said that they expect to have the road clear
by two or three tomorrow afternoon.  She's bringing Doctor Taylor
with her.  He's going to check your hands to see if he can remove
them from the casts, but he said you shouldn't get your hopes up.
She has your right prescription with her, and she said that the
pharmacist won't make that mistake again."

      Richard winced.  Ellen Carter was just a couple of years
older than he was.  Not only was she exceptionally competent and
skilled as a nurse, she also was attractive.  Oh, sure, she'd
never win the Miss America title, but she was a shoo-in for Miss
Congeniality, even at her current age.  But in less time than an
eyeblink she could metamorphose into the Queen of Bitches.  Kevin
Taylor called her Nurse Jekyll and Ms. Hyde for damned good
reason.

      Richard had received one of Ellen's tirades when he had been
similarly recuperating at home from an earlier accident.  Dragon
had actually left Wynter's side in the family room to check on
the commotion, and for the rest of the day Angie, who claimed
she'd heard nothing in the kitchen, couldn't keep from laughing
every time she looked at him.  After that Richard was the best
patient he could possibly be.  Deep down he didn't _really_
believe any of Ellen's threats, but he was unwilling to test that
belief, just in case he was wrong.

      "Now," she said, grasping her pony tail and leaning forward
to kiss his nose and lips, "what is or isn't wrong?"

      Richard indicated the side of the bed with a nod.  "Have a
seat," he said.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Wynter sat on the edge of the bed and turned, moving her
left leg over so that her father could see both her tits and her
pussy if he wanted to look at them.  He had told her how much he
loved looking at them, but now he barely glanced at them.  If he
wasn't looking because he still thought that was what was best in
the long run, then she'd just have to set her patient straight!
She straightened and inhaled deeply, thrusting her tits toward
him.  She felt warm all over when his eyes dropped to them for a
moment.

      "That's better," she said.  When he looked puzzled she
explained.  "You've hardly looked at them since you woke up.  I
was wondering if you'd stopped liking to look at me."

      Now _he_ looked embarrassed!  But his eyes dropped down to
her tits and lingered there, looking back and forth from one to
the other.  And the tip of his tongue licked his lips for just an
instant, the way it had the first time she'd let him have a good
look.  Her tits lifted slightly as her chest swelled with
happiness, and she thought she heard him moan.  "Don't forget
this," she said, using her fingers to hold her split--her pussy,
she reminded herself yet again--open so he could see her clitty.

      "Honey, if I ever come down with Alzheimer's, I promise you
that your pussy will be the last thing I forget," he said with a
touch of horniness in his voice as he looked all around her pussy
area.

      "Promise?" she asked.  She hadn't played the promise game
with him in a long time, but it suddenly seemed grownup instead
of childish to her, like some of the games he played with Mother.

      "Cross my heart," he said, looking up at her eyes.  "Except
I can't do that now for some reason."  He looked at her casts and
then her tits.

      _Drat!_  She'd forgotten about that.  For an instant she
felt childish for not thinking ahead, but then another thought
overtook her.  A good nurse always helps her patient with things
he can't do for himself.

      And a good daughter does the same for her father.

      Wynter released her pussy lips and leaned forward, extending
a forefinger and using it to trace an "X" on his chest.  He
looked at her eyes.  Tears seemed to be collecting in his.  Yes!
She was sure of it.

      "You wanted to know what was or wasn't wrong," he said in a
low, quiet voice.  When her father used that voice, he was being
_very_ serious with her.  She sat back and waited for him to get
his thoughts together.  Nurse Carter said a good nurse always
waited for a patient to get his thoughts together when he was
about to say something that he was uncomfortable with or that
embarrassed him.  She began worrying about what was embarrassing
him or making him uncomfortable.

      He smiled at her, looked at the ceiling for a moment, and
then met her eyes.  "It's about being a parent, and you're going
to go through this same moment yourself some day.  I don't know
what it's called, so let's make up a name for it.  Let's call it,
'The Moment the Lights Came On.'  Okay?"

      "Okay," she said, wondering what that meant.  But a good
nurse didn't rush her patient.

      "You're going to spend years helping your child grow up to
be a young woman or a young man.  You're going to do that because
that's your primary purpose as a parent.  It's a job that
consumes your very existence day and night, but it's a labor of
love, and you'll think there can be no greater calling in the
whole entire world.  Understand?"

      "Yes."  She really and truly did.  But she still didn't know
where this was going.

      "Night and day; day and night.  You're doing all you can to
help your child grow up.  And then comes the moment that you
suddenly _know_ that she really is growing up.  The moment you
realize she's becoming a young woman.  Oh, sure, you _say_ that
you know she's growing up, but somehow, deep inside, you still
think of her as your child.  It's like you are in the dark until,
suddenly, and apparently with no warning whatsoever, the lights
come on.  That's when, deep inside, what you are thinking changes
to what you've been saying."

      She nodded, afraid to speak, because she thought her lights
were coming on, too, and she thought her voice might break.  But
then he smiled at her again and made her feel warm all through
her body.

      "Another lesson Grandpa King tried to get through my thick
head.  Maybe you'll be smart enough to understand it before it
happens, since you're now the brains of the family."

      She felt her head lowering.  She couldn't stop it, but she
did keep her eyes on his.  She put her hand on his leg and rubbed
gently, a demonstration of her love for him, like a substitute
for a kiss.

      "I'm selfish," he said.  "I don't want to give up my little
girl, yet I also want to do my part to make you the best adult
woman you can possibly be."

      "Like I felt when Dragon changed from a funny, clumsy puppy
into a grownup dog?"

      "Yes!  Exactly.  But, honey, I promise you something:  even
when you are a hundred years old and I'm older than dirt,
somewhere deep inside me, under whatever casts I'll be wearing
then, a part of you is still going to be my little girl, so don't
get mad at me when I act that way, because I've already warned
you."

      "I won't get mad.  I love you, Daddy," she said, wanting to
throw her arms around him and never let go.

      He apparently felt the same way.  "Can I have a hug?"

                               ~ ~ ~

      The sun on the snow had been almost blinding when she had
stretched along her father's body and wrapped her arms about him.
Now it was almost dark.  They'd fallen asleep, and now she needed
to go pee as badly as her father had needed it when he last
awoke.  She didn't want to give up her warm perch on top of him,
but she sure as heck didn't want to get his bed wet, either.

      She carefully crawled off him.  Her back hurt just a little
from having slept at an angle, but she didn't care.  She had
snuggled and held her father, who she loved with all her heart,
for almost two hours, and that was worth every twinge she felt.

      She lowered herself onto the toilet seat and looked at the
mass of black hair and red tongue that had taken his usual guard
position in the doorway.  "Dragon," she said, "do you ever think
you'd be happier as a puppy again?"

      He cocked his head and lashed his tail about.

      "That's what I thought."

      She flushed and then washed her pussy really good with warm
water and soap, rinsing carefully so that her father wouldn't
taste soap if he wanted to eat her again.  She hoped so.  And she
had something else she wanted to try before Nurse Carter
returned.

                             Seven of Ten

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "Well, I might get in trouble if I tell you," he said.  _Oh,
sure.  As if I _wouldn't_ be in trouble if she could see us like
this right now, naked in bed together with Wynter's spit all over
the Beast and pussy juice all over my face._

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                             Eight of Ten

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

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

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

      Richard froze.  "Honey...."

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

      "Wynter!"

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

      "Honey, no."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Probably not_.

                               ~ ~ ~

      "Understand?"

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

      "Honey, you were--you _are_--the best nurse I've ever had.
And _no_ father _ever_ had a better daughter.  Not even Grandpa
Wolfe--and I _don't_ mean your Aunt Diane, I mean your mother."

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

      It was The Moment the Lights Came On.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "I love you, Daddy."

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

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

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

      She sniffed and nodded understanding.

      "If I ever even get a vague impression that you might
possibly be thinking that you are an imposition or that you are
standing in the way of something we want, I'll turn you over my
knee and spank that incredibly cute, bare little butt of yours.
There is _nothing_ in this world that we want more than _you_.
Understand?"

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

      Unable to guess where that was going, the teacher braced
himself to learn from his student again.  "Why?" he asked with a
suspicious frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "Daddy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      She giggled.

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

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

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

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

                             Nine of Ten

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

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

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

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

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

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

      _No_, Wynter realized.  _She doesn't always have Daddy, even
when he's home.  Like now._  Wynter suddenly felt very sorry for
her mother and for what she missed out on when he or she was
away, or when he was hurt really bad.

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

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

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

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

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

      "Daddy, what's this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "They're still tough."

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

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

      Wynter felt herself blush as she laughed with him.  _Drat!_

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Wynter shook her head.  "I don't think so.  I'm just so
_flooded_ with my natural lubrication.  My _pussy juice_," she
corrected.

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

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      She screamed in delight again.

                              Ten of Ten

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

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

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

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

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

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      The tears escaped.

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "Oh, yes.  Very definitely"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

      "Kiss?"

      Nose-and-lips daughter-kiss.

      "Lover's kiss?"

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

      "Honey, what's wrong?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "Daddy!  No I don't!"

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

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

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

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

      He lifted one eyebrow.  "What?"

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      She threw her arms around him and squeezed.

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

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

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

                               ~ ~ ~

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

      "Daddy?  Nurse Carter?  Is something wrong?"

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


CONTINUED IN PART 3:  MOTHER'S LITTLE HELPER

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