By Jefferson on WolfPub
CHAPTER SIX
“Nooner”
Sunday, December 17th. Early Afternoon
“Talk about a nooner, huh Daddy?” Emily said with a smile as they stood in Dave’s bedroom as Emily pulled Dave’s shirt up and over his head.
Dave was so lost in thought at what was going on that he didn’t respond or resist as his daughter slid her hands down his torso to his pants and began to work on undoing his belt.
Dave was going over the situation and deciding on options. He had received a small glass vial of some blue formula in the mail. The note that had come with the formula had stated that giving it to a woman by way of a quick jab with a needle or pin would cause her to become super-horny and extremely submissive to his wishes. They would do anything, anything at all, to have their sudden, urgent desires fulfilled. He had used the formula on two women.
The first was a random woman he’d spotted In Wal-Mart. He had taken her to a motel room and fucked her in every possible orifice during the six hours that the formula had given him. Elizabeth, had apparently enjoyed their time together. So much so that she had tried to arrange a date between him and one of her virgin girlfriends. That date had gone wonderfully but Dave’s conscience had bothered him and he had never used the formula on her.
The second woman he used it on was his ex-wife, Rebbecca. He had used it on Rebbecca to get her to allow their daughters, Emily and Hayley, to spend Christmas with him. Even now, a copy of the video he had made of Rebbecca and him having relations was winging it’s way to her with a short note inside threatening to send copies of the video to her boyfriend, Paul, and to the media if she didn’t agree. Paul’s chances of winning a state senate seat would fall dramatically if his long-term, live-in girlfriend were “exposed” in a sex tape. Dave was sure Rebbecca would give in. His demands were not that high.
Now, his eldest daughter, Emily, the only person he had shared the secret with, had tricked him. She had asked to “look” at the drug and the paraphernalia to administer it. Instead, she had given the formula to herself as Dave had watched. Dave had confessed to Emily that he had briefly considered using it on her and her very attractive younger sister but not seriously. Now she had done it for him.
She had undressed herself and had dragged him into his bedroom and was, even now, actively working to finish undressing him. The drug was driving her, making her think that David could quench the lusty desires that it was causing inside her.
Dave was sure he could fight her off, not commit the ultimate form of parental abuse. He was sure he could. Emily wasn’t a big girl. He outweighed her by more than fifty pounds and worked out semi-regularly.
Only the questions stopped him from doing so. The note hadn’t told what would happen to a woman who had been given the formula but was given no release. Was it fatal? Would she need hospitalization? Would she harm herself to get what she wanted and needed? Dave had lots of questions but very few answers to any of them.
Then there was Emily herself. She had stated only a moment earlier that this was not a spur of the moment decision. She had said that she had been considering this for a while now. Had she started considering it before or after she found out about the formula? Then there was the question of whether he was going to be her first. Emily lived with her mother most of the time. Dave had heard that Emily had boyfriends but had never questioned either of his daughters about their love lives. Was she a virgin or would he just be one of many?
The more the questions went through Dave’s mind, the more he realized how little he knew about Emily and her sister.
Dave’s pants, now undone, fell down his legs and pooled around his ankles. Emily reached for the waistband of his briefs only to have Dave stop her. He held her wrists and pushed her hands away. Emily looked up and could see that her father had come to some kind of decision. Dave released her wrists, grabbed her upper arms and pushed her down so she was sitting on the bed. He then stepped out of his pants, kicked them to the side and kneeled down before her.
“Before we do this, you’re going to answer some questions. You’re going to answer them honestly and completely. You are not going to lie or withhold any information. Understood?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“I’m sure you wanna get this over with quickly, right?”
Emily nodded.
“The way to do that is to answer my questions.”
Emily nodded again in understanding.
“My first question is why did you do this?”
“Every girl measures guys up against the men in their lives; fathers, grandfathers, uncles, brothers, whatever. All of my boyfriends, I compare to you. You’ve been the biggest male influence in my life. Only one guy so far has come even close to measuring up.
“I’ve had a crush on you since I was thirteen and was old enough to understand what was happening to me. You’re kind, gentle, giving, handsome, strong, and one of the smartest men I’ve ever met. What girl could resist?
“Hayley doesn’t have it as bad but she has it too. Before you and Mom separated, a lot of my friends commented on how sweet and handsome you were. A couple of them even asked me if I would mind if they made a play for you after you and Mom broke up. I told them that I would mind so none of them did it. Otherwise, you would have a harem of young girls begging to get into your pants right now. I did it, Daddy, because I love you and I want to show you that.”
“This isn’t the way to do it, Em.”
Emily smiled but didn’t speak.
Dave rubbed his face with both hands as he tried to come up with another question.
“Have you had sex with anyone else?”
“To quote President Clinton, ‘Define sex.'”
“Have you had intercourse with any boys?”
“Just one, Daddy. Brian Hartwell. You remember him?”
Dave nodded. Emily and Brian had been buddies since they were in kindergarten. They had lived only three houses apart and had been each others best friend and confidant as they grew. It was Brian that Emily played ‘house’ and ‘doctor’ with.
Rebbecca had caught them playing doctor when Emily was ten and had thrown the boy out of the house and banned him for life from ever coming back. Brian’s parents had been close friends of his and Rebbecca’s but Rebbecca also refused to ever see them after that because they refused to punish their “pervert of a son.”
Emily had been in tears when Dave came home that night and found out what had been going on. When he asked Emily what had happened she had told him that playing doctor had been her idea and she was being the doctor. She had been very much enjoying herself too. Dave had tried to convince Rebbecca to rescind the ban on Brian, if not his parents, but she had refused over and over again for the last seven years.
“When did this happen?”
“Two years ago. Just after I started going to the Academy.” The Academy was the school that Paul had arranged for Emily and Hayley to go to after Rebbecca moved in with him. “Mom doesn’t know it but Brian’s father got a promotion at work. Since he was making more money, Brian’s parents enrolled him at the Academy. He’s been going there for a year or two before Hayley and I got there. We’ve been dating ever since. The boys I bring home and introduce to Mom and Paul, they’re just a cover. Mine and Brian’s friends. They come to the house, pick me up and take me out to meet Brian. We’ve talked about getting married, going to college. We’ve even picked out the names for our kids.”
Dave didn’t say it but he was glad for his daughter. Emily and Brian deserved each other. They were both a couple of really sweet kids. When they had been kids, he, Rebbecca and Brian’s parents had talked about how one day they would be in-laws if and when the two kids got married. It had been years since he’d seen or talked to Brian, or his parents, but he had always liked him.
“If you’ve got Brian, why did you do this?” Dave asked, pointing at the still obvious puncture hole on Emily’s thigh.
Emily smiled. “Because you’re my Daddy. Because I love you and I want to know what it would be like.”
“Okay then.” Dave reached over and picked up the cordless phone from the nightstand. “Do Brian’s parent’s know about you two?”
Emily nodded.
“Do they approve?”
Another nod.
“Call him. Invite him over. Hell, invite him to spend the night. He can take care of your problem.”
“Can’t, Daddy,” Emily said and returned the phone to it’s holder. “First off, Hartwell family tradition. From Thanksgiving to Christmas, they leave town every weekend to go visit relatives. You should know that.”
Dave hadn’t remembered but did once Emily mentioned it. The Hartwell’s were a very family-oriented clan. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas they would leave town every single weekend to go off and visit one relative or another. It wouldn’t end until Christmas day when the entire family would gather at an elderly invalid uncle’s house to celebrate Christmas day and actually open presents.
“And second, Brian knows what I’m like in bed. I don’t think I could be that… calm with him.”
Dave rubbed his head and realized he was getting a headache.
“What about Hayley?” Dave asked deciding to get as much information as he could while he could.
“Hayley is still an innocent little virgin. She’s also become a bit of a gossip. Girl couldn’t keep a secret to save her own life. That’s why I convinced her to go see Mallory today.”
“You convinced her?”
Emily nodded. “Yeah. I mentioned it to her last night. Told her that Mal lived only a few blocks from here and such. Hoping she would ask you to take her. When I asked her about it this morning though, she said she would rather spend the time with you. I told her I really needed to talk to you and was afraid you wouldn’t open up if she was here.”
“What did you tell her we needed to talk about?”
“Mom. And us staying here. Hayley wants to stay with you as bad as I do. As bad as Mom was when you separated, she’s gotten worse, Daddy. She is a complete and total bitch all day, everyday. We’re both going crazy over there. It’s almost like, I don’t know, like she hates us or something.”
“If she hates you why would she want you there so bad?”
“To hurt you, Daddy,” Emily said smiling and rubbing his cheek gently. “She knows how much you love us and how much we love you.”
Their eyes locked for a moment and Emily bent down and their lips met. “And I do love you, Daddy. Very much.” She then kissed him again. This time when her tongue touched his lips, Dave opened his mouth and invited her in.
Their tongues danced together, moving from his mouth to hers and back again. Without breaking the kiss, Dave slowly rose from his kneeling position and pushed his eldest daughter back onto the bed. He leaned over her, doing his best to keep his weight off of her. Once she was completely laid back on the bed, he broke off the kiss and looked down at his incredibly beautiful daughter. “You must take after your mother.”
“Why do you say that, Daddy?” Em asked, unsure whether it was meant as an insult or a compliment.
“You’re so beautiful. There is no way you take after me.”
“You still think Mom’s beautiful? Even after all she’s done to you?”
Dave smiled. “A woman’s body can be beautiful no matter how ugly she is on the inside. Your mother’s body was never the problem, well, until she started sharing it with others.”
They both chuckled at Dave’s statement. Then his lips were back on hers and their tongues were dancing once more.
“Close your eyes,” Dave instructed even as he closed her eyes with his fingertips. He stood up over Emily and looked down at her. For the first time, Dave looked at Emily, not with the eyes of a father looking at his daughter but with the eyes of a man looking at a beautiful young woman. She was beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her, he thought to himself. He pushed his underwear down his legs and kicked them off and laid himself down beside her.
He gently kissed her lips as he used his fingertips to make ever widening circles on her belly, sending chills into her brain and down her spine. Her whole body quivered as his fingers brushed the bottoms of breasts for the first time. Dave kissed her face, her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and chin before moving down to gently blow in her ear and then first lick and then suck her earlobe.
“Oh, Daddy,” Emily groaned.
Dave’s hand slid up and cupped her left breast. His thumb flicked over the already firm nipple, giving Emily another thrill and drawing out another moan. He stuck his tongue out and slowly licked down her neck starting just below her right ear and going all the way to her shoulder. Then he kissed his way back up the same way he’d come. His hand moved to her right breast and he flicked that nipple with his thumb. Emily bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning loudly as she had a small orgasm. It wasn’t just Dave’s touches and kisses that were driving her over the edge but the idea that her own father was making love to her. The very taboo nature of the liaison was adding to the experience.
Dave kissed her neck and throat, going up and over her chin to her lips again, then once again working his way down, leaving a trail of kisses down her throat to the top of her chest. His tongue slid out and encircled the crevice where her throat met her chest. His hand squeezed her breast over and over. Every three squeezes or so, he’d release her breast only to take her nipple between his fingers and pull it and twist it just a little.
“Oh, God, Daddy!”
Dave was surprised at Emily’s reaction to him pulling and twisting her nipples. He expected her to react much the same way Rebbecca had, with them being built similarly. Rebbecca would scream in pain when he pinched or twisted or simply sucked too hard on her overly-sensitive nipples. Emily seemed to enjoy it. Dave wondered briefly if it was the SLuT9 or maybe it was his genes that had done it.
Dave pushed thoughts of genetics aside and slid down Emily’s body. His hand moved to her left breast. He once again pinched and twisted her nipple, drawing another moan from Emily. He licked around her areola and then around and over the nipple before finally taking the nipple into his mouth to suck at it. When he nipped at the nipple with his teeth, Emily’s hips came off the bed and she was forced to bite her lower lip again. Her belly fluttered as she had a second small orgasm.
If she keeps this up, Dave thought. she’s gonna be completely worn out before the big show even starts.
He raised himself up until he was almost sitting beside her, then leaned over and set to work on her right breast. When he nipped it with his teeth, he got another moan from Emily. Her hands left her sides for the first time, one wrapping around behind Dave’s back and her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair, holding his lips to her breast. The other slid across her belly, found his abdomen and then went south, looking for his cock. When she found it, she first slid her hand up and down, feeling it’s length and girth, then wrapped her small hand around it and began to gently rub up and down it’s length.
“Do it, Daddy. Fuck me now. I want it now. Please.”
Dave wondered if she could feel his orgasm building. It had been simmering since he’d first seen his daughter naked but now, with her first touch, it was beginning to build. Dave knew he wouldn’t last long if her hand continued the way it was.
Dave released her nipple from his lips and rolled on top of her. Her hand released his cock and he got between her legs. For the first time since he’d told her to close her eyes, Emily opened her eyes and looked down between their bodies. When she looked back up and met his eyes, she was smiling. “Go slowly, Daddy. You’re quite a bit bigger than Brian.”
Dave lowered himself down, his cock head rubbing along her slit and kissed her gently on the lips.
“I’ll go easy, baby. Don’t you worry. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know, Daddy. I know. I love you.”
“I love you too, darling.”
Dave reached down between them, took hold of his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, picking up some of her natural lubrication and adding to it with his own pre-cum. He then worked his cock head between her pussy lips and lined himself up.
“Are you ready?”
She looked up at him with a wonderful smile on her face and in her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and placed her heels on his butt cheeks.
“Absolutely!”
She pulled with her legs, forcing him down and pushing his cock into her.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Emily screamed as Dave’s cock pushed into her, forcing her open. “Hold on. Let me get used to it.”
Dave held himself as still as possible as her body adjusted to his size. When she opened her eyes again and gave a slight nod, Dave pulled out just a bit, then pushed in again, going a little deeper than he had before. He waited for her to tell him okay before doing it again, and once again. After four thrusts, his pubic hair met hers and he was fully inside her.
“God, you feel so good, Emmy baby.”
Emily smiled. “You haven’t called me Emmy since I was five years old.”
“Do you not like it?” he asked, as he held himself inside her completely, hoping his orgasm would back off so he could give Emily the most pleasure he could.
Emily smiled. “Yes Daddy. I love it.” She pushed herself up and kissed him. She then whispered in his ear. “Do it, Daddy. Fuck me.”
Emily lay back down, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and closed her eyes. Dave closed his eyes also and began to slowly pull out and then thrust back in. Both father and daughter, were lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure as Dave slowly fucked his daughter.
“Not gonna… not gonna… last long, Emmy,” Dave grunted as he pumped into her twice more then held himself fully inside her and groaned through his orgasm.
Feeling her father cumming inside her was enough to send Emily over the edge and she dug her finger nails into his shoulder, lifted her upper body and screamed into his hair-covered chest. When it was over, both collapsed onto the bed. Dave had just enough strength to roll off, getting a groan from Emily as his cock slipped out of her.
Both lay there, their legs hanging off the bed, recovering for a few moments. Emily moved first. She rolled over, lifted herself up enough to lay her head on his chest and wrap her arm around his middle and hug herself to him.
“I love you, Daddy.”
Dave wrapped both of his arms around his daughter and held her close. He raised his head and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you too baby. I love you more than anything.”
For a few moments, both lay there, eyes closed and rested. Dave knew Emily’s energy was returning when her hand began rubbing his stomach and then slid down and she ran her fingers through his tangled pubic hairs before beginning to play with his now flaccid cock.
“You’re significantly bigger than Brian, Daddy. Don’t get me wrong. Brian is wonderful in bed but I think that line about size not mattering, well, I just gotta say, I no longer agree with it.”
Dave laughed. “Thank you. I think.”
Emily looked up at him and smiled. She then kissed the middle of his chest and sat up on the bed.
“I’m gonna leave a wet spot if I don’t go to the bathroom now.” She jumped up, cupped her hand beneath her sloppy vagina and made her way to the master bathroom.
When the bathroom door closed, Dave looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Less than a half hour had passed since Emily had injected herself with the SLuT9. He was positive that she’d want more. He forced himself to not think about it too much. He knew if he did, he would have an attack of conscience and guilt and wouldn’t be able to give her what she needed. Emily would just suffer more and that he couldn’t abide.
Beginning to become uncomfortable with his legs hanging off the bed, Dave got up, pulled the blankets down and laid down in the bed, half sitting up, tucking some pillows behind him. Just as he got comfortable, he heard the toilet flush. Emily turned on the sink and washed her hands, then stepped out of the bathroom. She came and stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at her father.
“For an old man, you’re still kinda cute,” she said giving him a mischievous smile.
“Old man, huh?” He asked and with speed she would never have expected from him, his arm shot out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her arm, surprising her and pulling her off balance. With another tug, she tumbled over and landed on top of him, laying across his lap.
Dave grabbed the back of his daughters neck and pushed her face down into the mattress, then raised his other hand and brought it down on her ass with a loud smack!
“Ahh!” Emily screamed.
Dave raised his hand again as Emily struggled to escape his clutches. He wasn’t using even half of his full strength. Another smack came down on Emily’s other butt cheek.
“Daddy, stop it!” Emily shouted.
Dave ignored her and smacked twice more on each butt cheek, alternating and pausing for a few seconds between each smack. Emily continued to struggle, vainly.
Having finished spanking her, Dave looked down and saw his daughter, helpless before him. He smiled and slid his hand up her body and began to tickle her, first in the left underarm, then the right, then in the clavicle of her left shoulder and then the right. Emily immediately began laughing uncontrollably. Dave knew right where his daughter was most ticklish and took complete advantage of it. His hand moved from one ticklish spot to another so fast, and apparently randomly, that Emily was completely incapable of putting up any kind of defense. The longer he tickled, the more she laughed, the weaker she became and the less she was able to resist. After only two minutes of this torture, Emily was completely helpless, barely able to move and gasping for air.
“Daddy… I’m…” She gasped for air. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna pee!”
Dave stopped for a moment. “You don’t have to pee. You just did.” He then began tickling her again.
“Daddy… Please! I’ll do… I’ll do anything you want!” Emily managed to get out between gulps of air.
Dave stopped tickling, rolled her over, rolling her right over his own feet. Emily wound up on her back near the foot of the bed. She gasped for air and tried to get herself together. Before she had a chance though, Dave was there and looking down at her. “You said you’d do anything I wanted. I’m collecting.”
“What do you…” Emily had to pause to take another breath. “What do you want?”
Emily was flat on her back, Dave kneeling over her. He sat back on his heels.
“Tell me what you do with Brian.”
Emily, able to breathe again, sat up and turned and folded her legs Indian style on the bed, facing Dave.
“What do you want? Details about what we do in bed?”
“Do you do it in bed? Or is it in a car?”
“We’ve done it in a car,” Emily said nodding. “Lately it’s always in a bed though. His bed, believe it or not.” Emily could see the question in her father’s eyes. “Yes, Daddy, his parents know we’re having sex and allow us to do it under their roof. Mom would never allow that and I’m not sure you could deal with it.”
“I think you’re right. It would have driven me mad wondering why you were screaming or groaning, was it in pleasure or pain? Now, I think I would look at it differently.””
Would you be jealous?” Emily asked.
“I don’t know if jealous is the right word. Might be. I’d say more like envious.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Emily said, the mischievous smile made a return appearance. “I’m willing to share Brian.”
“You want to be tickled again, don’t you?”
“What did I do?” Emily asked giving him her best innocent smile and puppy dog eyes.
Dave rolled his eyes. “Tell me the story, Emily.”
Emily smiled but did as she was told.
“It used to be real quick. Me blowing him or him putting it in and cumming two minutes later. But with time, he’s gotten better. He goes down on me now. Eats me, you know.”
Dave nodded.
“He’d never done it before I encouraged him to do it to me. He’s pretty good at it now. Can give me three, four orgasms in ten minutes or so. Small one’s but still. When he’s, as he puts it, when he’s inspired he gets really good at it.”
“So you two use his bedroom?”
Em nodded. “What about you and Mom?”
“What about us?”
“How do you…”
“That’s not a question a daughter should ask her father.”
“Daddy,” Em said and reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, looking him right in the eye. “You fucked me. I think that means I’m allowed to ask.”
They both laughed.
“What’s Mom like in bed? She seems like she’d be one of these girls who just lay there.”
“No,” Dave said. “She’s actually a very sexual person. She hides it well but she is. Maybe a bit on the old-fashioned side.”
“Missionary only?”
“No. There are…” Dave stopped for a moment, looked up at the ceiling and counted. “I’ve made love to your mother in five different positions. Missionary. Missionary, with her on top.”
“Mom rides cowgirl?”
“Rides cowgirl?” Dave asked.
Em blushed in embarrassment and shrugged. “That’s what I’ve heard it’s called.”
“I wanna know who taught you that but, okay, she does cowgirl. Then there’s a, I guess you’d call it a modified missionary position.”
“Modified in what way?”
“She brings her knees up to her chest.”
“Oh god! I love that. When Brian does that…”
“I changed my mind,” Dave said quickly, putting his hands over his ears. “I don’t wanna hear about my teenaged daughters sex life.”
Emily giggled. “What other positions?”
“I guess it’s called doggy style.”
“Mom does doggy?”
“She hates the name. Thinks it’s degrading but she likes the, ummm, benefits.”
Emily giggled. “She likes it deep, huh?”
“Emily, stop it! I don’t need, nor do I want, to know that my seventeen year old daughter knows the benefits of having sex doggy style.”
“What’s the fifth position?” Emily asked, changing the topic.
“Bent over. We never did it a lot. Usually it was a moment of passion type thing when there was no bed around.”
“You ever do it in the shower?”
“Em,” Dave said, leaning in close. “just the fact that you’re asking that, makes me think you’ve done it in the shower.”
“I have. Bent over too. Nearly broke my neck when…”
“Emily! Please?” Dave once again had his hands over his ears.
Emily broke up laughing.
“Does Mom swallow?”
“No,” Dave said, shaking his head.
“She’ll give head though?” Dave just nodded, unable to bring himself to answer with words.
“Have you ever done her…” Emily blushed. “From behind? You know, used the back door?”
Dave chuckled at Emily’s embarrassment. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one who got embarrassed about this topic.
“I’ve used the ‘back door’ twice in my entire life. Your mother wouldn’t touch back there if she didn’t absolutely have to. She sure isn’t going to let anyone else touch her back there. Maybe a doctor, but only if she’s in a tremendous amount of pain.”
“Who were the two?”
“A college girl I dated for about a minute and a half. She apparently liked it in the back door. It was our one and only night together. It was during one of those times your mother and I broke up during our senior year. The other was my first test subject, Elizabeth.”
“She took you in her ass?” Em asked, amazed. Dave just nodded.
“How about you? You done it…. that way?”
“No. We’ve talked about it but I’m worried it’ll hurt.”
“Well I’m not going to sit here and tell you it’ll be horrible but I’m also not going to tell you that you have to try it. Personally, I don’t really wanna think about you doing that.”
“I was kinda thinking you could take that cherry.”
“Emily!”
“What? Daddy you fucked me! You can’t yell at me for being a little crude.” Emily saw Dave’s face and stance change. She knew she had said the wrong thing.
Dave laid back on the bed. Putting his head on the pillows. Emily rolled her eyes, got onto her hands and knees and crawled on top of her father.
“Daddy, don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t have another attack of the guilt’s. I did this to myself. I dunked that pin in the formula. I knew what it would do. I stabbed myself with it. I did it to myself. In every way possible here, I was the aggressor. I wanted this, Daddy. I want some more of this.” She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. Within minutes, Emily was on her back again, with Dave leaning over her, kissing her tenderly as his fingers explored between her legs.
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Do it again.”
It was just after six in the evening when Hayley came home. She found her father and her sister sitting on the couch, they were sitting close, cuddling even. It wasn’t a common thing but it wasn’t totally unheard of. Hayley found the entire apartment to smell of Lysol air spray and was glad to be leaving. After a quick discussion, Dave sent the two girls to pack.
“I’m going to call and see if your mother will agree to let you two stay here but I don’t guarantee any results and if she says no, I want you both ready to go.”
The two girls trooped off to their shared bedroom, both looking rather sad and dejected.
Dave waited until the bedroom door closed before he picked up the cordless and dialed Rebecca’s cell phone number. It was three rings before she answered.
“Rebbecca, It’s Dave.”
“I know Dave. I have you on caller ID. What do you want? When are you bringing the girls home?”
“That’s what I was calling about.”
“You’re not going to try and talk me into letting them stay are you?”
“Rebbecca, is it that much of an imposition to you? You and Paul will have the house to yourselves for a few days. You can finally go skiing for Christmas, just like you always talked about and don’t have to worry about the girls.”
“David, I want my daughters home in one hour. If they aren’t, I will be calling the police and reporting you for kidnapping.” She snapped the phone closed.
“Should call her on her cell more often. Doesn’t hurt my ears nearly as much when she hangs up on me.” Dave hung up the phone. He was, of course, upset that his two daughters wouldn’t be able to stay longer but, unlike the girls, he was pretty sure they’d be back soon. He figured Thursday afternoon at the latest.
The two girls came out and Dave gave them the bad news. Neither girl was surprised. In fact, they both had their overnight bag already thrown over their shoulders.
“Don’t worry, girls,” Dave told them once they were in the car and on the way. “I’m pretty sure your mother’s going to let you come for Christmas. If not, well, your mother and I will be going back to court if you aren’t at my place for Christmas.”
“Are you going to sue for full custody?”
“Wasn’t planning on it, Hayley. Think I should?”
“Yes. Daddy, I really hate living with Mom.”
Dave was glad he was driving. He didn’t have to see Hayley’s big green eyes and pouting face.
“Maybe I will. If nothing else, maybe it’ll scare your mother into behaving.”
Dave got a kiss on the cheek from both girls and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. He got quick wink from Emily and then they both turned and headed up the sidewalk to Paul’s house. Rebbecca was waiting in the door. She didn’t wave. Didn’t say hi. Nothing. She just stood there watching her daughters. Once both girls were in, she turned her back and slammed the door. David got back into his car and drove home. He had a lot to think about that night, including doing some planning for the coming weeks.

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By Jefferson on WolfPub
CHAPTER FIVE
“Emily”
Saturday, December 16th, Night.
After dinner, the three piled into Dave’s car and went to the grocery store. Usually Dave would do this the day before his daughters arrived but with everything that was going on, it had slipped his mind. They also rented a couple of movies the girls wanted to see. Back home, the girls changed for bed and the three settled in to watch a movie.
By ten o’clock, when the movie was finished, Hayley was asleep on the couch. Working together, Dave and Emily managed to get her up and get her into the bedroom and drop her into bed. They returned to the living room and turned on the evening news. He got to hear one story about a burst water pipe downtown a few blocks from his office before Emily moved in front of the TV.
“I need to talk to you.”
Dave was seated on the couch. She moved to the opposite end, curled her feet beneath her and then turned to face him. Dave muted the TV and half turned to face his daughter.
“What’s up?”
Emily took a deep breath before she spoke. “This is a little embarrassing, so…”
“Just spit it out.”
“Did you rape Mom this morning?”
“Is that what you think?”
Emily was quiet for a long moment before speaking.
“From what I saw and heard, she never said no. She never told you to stop.” Emily looked up from the point on the couch where she had been staring. “But I do know my mother. She wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t cheat on Paul like that. She wouldn’t do the things…”
Dave smiled. “I don’t know if she would cheat on Paul or not. I know she was seeing Paul before we separated though.” Dave saw the look of surprise on Emily’s face. “You’d have to ask her for details on how long they had been seeing each other and whether they ever had sex before she kicked me out but I know they were seeing each other, dating.
“As for doing the things she did, I don’t know. I don’t know what you saw. When did you come back and how long did you stick around?”
Emily looked down at that spot on the couch again.
“We weren’t gone very long. I think you had just gone into the bedroom when I got back. I listened at the front door and didn’t hear anything, so I came in. You all were already in the bedroom. I headed for my bedroom to get my wallet and heard you. When I opened the door, you were standing beside the bed and Mom was…” Emily stopped and had to take a breath. “She… She had you in her mouth.”
“You’re right, you weren’t gone long.”
“Mom’s always told Hayley and I that it was disgusting. Said she would never…”
“Don’t believe everything your mother’s told you. Consider the source. I’ve heard her tell you the exact same thing. That it’s gross and disgusting and no proper young woman does that, right?”
Emily nodded.
“Well, by that definition, your mother hasn’t been a proper young woman since before I met her.”
“She wasn’t a…A virgin?” Emily asked.
“No, Emily. Your mother and I had both had sex with other people by the time we met and, yes, we had sex with each other before we got married. And, yes, she did do oral sex. Has since before I met her. Don’t get me wrong. She does think it’s gross and disgusting. She may even believe that proper young ladies don’t do that, but she always has.”
“If she thinks it’s gross and disgusting…?””
“Why do it?” Dave said, finishing the question for her. “You’d have to ask her.”
There was another moment of silence. Dave couldn’t help but notice that a quick shot of Paul Eggerston appeared on the TV as he gave a statement to the press. It looked like campaign season was starting a little earlier than Mandy had predicted.
“The one thing that still bothers me, Daddy, is that Mom is mad at you. Apparently, very mad at you.”
“That’s still an understatement,” he told Emily with a smile.
“So why would she get in bed with you?”
Dave took a deep breath and let it out as he considered how to answer this question. He had been thinking about it ever since their conversation right after dinner. He knew that this question would come. It wasn’t hard to figure out that Rebbecca was furious with him for something. It didn’t make sense for her to fall into bed with him – if you left the SLuT9 out of the story. Apparently Dave thought too long.
“Daddy, please tell me the truth.”
Dave looked over at Emily and their eyes locked for a moment. He’d always hated lying to his children. Lying to Emily was even worse. She was his oldest. She was the apple of his eye, his pride and joy.
“Stay there,” he told her and stood up. He went into the bedroom, dug into the closet, and pulled out the small glass vial of SLuT9 and the letter. He got the glove, pin and an alcohol swab from his sock drawer. He carried them back to the living room with him. He sat down and held up the small vial of blue liquid.
“This is why your mother was so willing.”
“What is it?” Emily asked, moving closer to him. She took it and looked at it.
“It arrived by mail a few days ago.”
He handed her the two page letter that had come with it. The letter said he should destroy it but Dave hadn’t gotten around to it yet. As Emily sat back to read, he pulled the pin from the glove and set it down. He then tore open the alcohol swab and cleaned the entire pin with it. He then sat and waited as Emily finished the letter.
When she put the letter down, after having read it and then after re-reading parts of it again, she looked over at her father.
“It works?”
“Perfectly. Just the way he says it would. The smallest poke of the pin tipped with that stuff makes a woman so incredibly hot that she will do just about anything to get satisfaction. The woman remembers everything that happens including the fact that she was the aggressor.”
“How can she be the aggressor and still be completely submissive?”
“You know, that’s an excellent question and it raises issues I haven’t thought about. I think what happens is the woman gets so hot and bothered that she feels she has to have sex or she’s going to… explode or something. At that point, it becomes do or die. She either finds a man to have sex with or else. So she plays the aggressor long enough to talk him into it. But once she knows she’s going to get it, once she’s got her partner, she becomes completely submissive to make sure he gives her what she needs. Like the letter says, she’ll do anything to make sure she gets sex.”
“And it lasts for six hours?”
Dave nodded.
“But you didn’t keep Mom that long.”
“No. I knew you would be back sooner than that, plus I enjoyed the thought of sending your mother home to Paul, having just had sex with me, and still hot and bothered.”
“You fuck her and then torture her?” Emily asked with a laugh. “How many women have you done this too?”
“Your mother and one other. A girl just a few years older than you, named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was my… test subject. Right after I got the stuff, I wanted to find out if it worked. I went down to Super Wal-Mart and looked for a target. I picked Elizabeth.”
“Daddy, that’s rape.”
“I know. I felt guilty about it until Elizabeth offered to set me up with a friend of hers.”
Emily’s eyes got wide.
Dave nodded to assure her it was the truth. “She offered to set me up with a friend, a virgin even, so I could… Well, you get the idea.”
“She liked it?”
“I think Elizabeth is a bit of a… What’s the modern day word? A ho? A slut? A tramp?”
“Any of them but tramp work. Tramp is so out of date,” Emily said with a smile. Another long silence as Emily stared down at the blue liquid. “Daddy-”
Dave could tell by the way that she said it, she was about to ask a serious question. She looked up at him.
“Have you considered using it on… Hayley or me?”
Dave laid his head back and considered how to answer the question.
“Em, you know I don’t like lying to you so, yeah, I’ve considered it. To tell you the truth, since I got that stuff and found out it really works, I pretty much think of every woman who comes near me as a potential target. It’s a power thing, I think. Knowing that you can have any woman you want, makes you think about which ones you do want. If it makes you feel any better, it was a stray thought. I never put any serious consideration into it.”
Emily nodded. “Can I open this?”
“Go ahead. According to the note, it’s only dangerous if delivered intravenously.”
“What?”
Dave smiled. “It has to be injected.”
Emily pulled the stopper out.
“So it’s safe to take a sniff?”
Dave nodded. Emily put it to her nose and sniffed it.
“Don’t smell anything.”
“I didn’t either when I smelled it. I was almost positive it was nothing more than water with a little blue dye added to it.”
“Could I drink it?”
“Note says it won’t cause you any harm but it also hints that there would be side effects. So I don’t recommend it.”
“What kind of side effects?”
Dave shrugged. “I don’t know and I don’t plan to let you find out. I’m not going to use my teenaged daughter as a guinea pig.”
He reached over and took the bottle from her. She handed him the stopper and he shoved it into the bottle. Emily picked up the two page note again and reread it.
“It says not to use it on men. Wonder why.”
Dave shrugged.
“Aren’t you curious what it would do?”
“Not really, no. I wonder about it, of course. But I’m not going to try it without knowing the side effects. I don’t want to end up in the hospital and have to try to explain to the doctors what happened. Good argument for not drinking it either.”
“I guess. The note does say someone was after him. What if this is a practical joke?”
“Then someone’s gone through a lot of trouble for the joke.”
“Well, I guess I’ll go to bed before Hayley wakes up and comes looking for me.” Emily stood up and headed for the back of the apartment.
“Em,” Dave said and waited for her to turn around. “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
“I know how to keep a secret, Daddy.” Emily disappeared down the hall.
Dave set the vial and the glove down on the end table and just looked at them for a moment.
“Daddy,” Emily said, once again standing in the doorway.
“Yes, Emily?”
“What happened Wednesday when you met with Mom? Did you use it on her then too?”
Dave nodded.
“And that’s why she’s mad at you?”
“Guess so.”
Emily nodded. Obviously thinking about what she had learned, Emily turned and disappeared down the hall again.
Sunday, December 17th
The next morning turned out to be a cold, gray day all the way around. Dave woke to find his room still dark even at eight in the morning. He sat up, pushed the curtains and blinds aside, and looked outside. Thick gray clouds blotted the sun out completely. Dave shook his head and rolled out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, drained his bladder, got in the shower, shaved and washed himself, and was in the kitchen, dressed and cooking breakfast by the time his daughters got up.
“Good morning,” he said as the two girls, both still looking red in the eyes, hair messed and dressed only in nightshirts and panties, walked into the kitchen. “How are my two beautiful daughters this fine morning?”
“Daddy,” Hayley told him as she got on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, “you’re way too chipper this early in the morning.” She headed for the kitchen table.
“She’s right, Daddy,” Emily said as she kissed the same cheek, “especially for a Sunday.”
She followed her sister. They flopped down into their respective chairs, laid their heads down on their crossed arms, and closed their eyes, hoping a few more minutes of sleep would bring them to life.
“Breakfast?” Dave asked.
“No! It’s too early,” Hayley mumbled.
“Pancakes it is then.”
Emily had just enough strength to lift her head and stick her tongue out at him before her head fell back down onto her arms. Her eyes never opened.
“My, my. Aren’t we a fun bunch this morning,” Dave said with a chuckle.
A couple glasses of orange juice and a thick stack of pancakes drenched in butter and maple syrup did the trick. By the time breakfast was over, both girls looked and acted as though they weren’t going to die anytime in the next hour or so anyway. With breakfast finished, Dave sent the two girls to shower and dress while he cleaned up the dishes.
When Emily returned a half hour later, freshly showered and dressed, Dave was seated on the couch in the living room watching a morning news show. She sat down beside her father without a word and then stared at him until he felt her stare. He turned to her and muted the TV.
“Just so you know, I hate it when your mother used to do that to me and I don’t like it much from you either. If you have something to say, say it!”
“I wanna stay here.”
Dave watched his daughters face trying to figure out what she was thinking.
“Umm, I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more clear. You wanna stay here today? Forever? What?”
“Indefinite,” Emily said with a shrug.
“You don’t wanna go back to your mother’s? What about school?”
“School’s out after Wednesday, Daddy, and nothing real important will happen between now and then. Hayley and I finished all our mid-terms last week. We don’t go back until the first of the year. I wanna stay here, at least until school starts. And if you think about it, our school isn’t that much further from here than it is from Paul’s house and it’s right on your way to work. There’s no reason we couldn’t stay here and just keep going to school.”
“Except Paul is paying for your school. I’m paying some but Paul’s paying close to half. You move out and stay here, he may push the issue.”
Emily took a deep breath, turned to face the now blank TV screen and laid her head back on the couch.
“Daddy, we both know you’ve got the money to live better than this. I know how much you make at work.” She turned back to him. “You could afford a better place than this. You could afford a better car than the junker you have out there and you could afford to pay for mine and Hayley’s schooling.”
“You know that, huh?”
Emily nodded. “Yeah, I know that. You stay here because you’re feeling sorry for yourself and because you have no reason to move. I know you, Daddy. I’m your little girl. The apple of your eye and all that. My guess is that you’re pumping more than half of your paycheck and all of your bonus checks into company stocks and your retirement account so Mom can’t get to it. It’s a good plan but it leaves you broke. Just cash in some stocks and buy yourself a new house and car. By the time Mom finds out, the money’s gone and no one can do shit to you. No judge in his right mind is going to order you to sell a house and give Mom half of your company stock. It won’t happen.”
Dave sat back and appraised his daughter. He had always known she was smart. He remembered conversations from years before where Emily had asked him about how much he made at work. At the time, he had no reason to hide it from her or lie to her. So she did have a pretty good idea of how much he made. He also remembered more recent conversations where she questioned him about the bonus checks he used to receive at work and asking why he didn’t get them anymore. She also knew more about the business than Rebbecca ever bothered to learn. It wasn’t Rebbecca’s thing. Emily had also questioned him about company stock options, IRA’s, and other benefits.
“Why don’t you wanna go back to your mother’s?”
“I like it here better.”
“And what makes you think your mother will agree to this?”
Emily turned to her father and looked at him as if asking if he were stupid.
“With what you have on Mom. I think she’ll agree.”
“What do I have on your mother?”
“I don’t know. You didn’t tell me. But I know there’s something. You’re going to use it as leverage to get Mom to let us stay here for Christmas, right?”
Instead of lying to Emily or squashing her hopes, Dave just nodded. “We’ll see what happens.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Emily took the remote away from him and turned up the TV.
Dave and the two girls went to church, then out to a place they used to go every Sunday after church for a good brunch. It was expensive, nearly twenty dollars per person, but it was an all-you-can-eat buffet and they served incredible food and the service was unbeatable.
After brunch, Dave dropped Hayley off at a friends house. Hayley said that her friend only lived two blocks from Dave’s apartment and it had been forever since they’d spent any real time together.Dave didn’t see the look pass between the two sisters. Dave sat in the car and waited until Hayley’s friend opened the door, hugged her, and ushered her inside. Hayley gave a quick wave as the door closed. Emily climbed into the front seat and they headed for Dave’s apartment.
“So what are you going to do with the rest of your day?”
“I was hoping you’d let me look at the stuff again.”
“What stuff?” Dave asked, pretty sure he already knew what she wanted.
“The stuff you got in the mail. The… umm… the formula.”
Emily had the strangest look on her face. Dave was sure there was some embarrassment as well as some amusement there but there was something else, too.
“Why?”
Emily shrugged but said nothing.
“Maybe. We’ll see what happens.”
Emily smiled. With her mother, a maybe usually meant no, but that she didn’t want to say that here and now. With her father, maybe usually meant yes, but that he didn’t want to appear to give in too easily. She didn’t say any more about it as they drove back to the apartment.
Once back at the apartment, Emily immediately went to her room to change out of the good clothes she had worn to church. By the time she returned, Dave had also changed clothes and was sitting on the couch. Emily couldn’t help but smile and bounce on the balls of her feet in excitement when she saw that the glove, pin and small glass bottle of blue liquid was setting on the table beside him.
Emily sat down on the couch and he passed the stuff to her.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“Prepare it for use,” Emily said with a smile as she pulled the pin from the pocket in the palm of the glove.
“Prepare it for whom?”
“Mom. You’re going to have to use it again, I imagine, in order to convince her to let me stay here for the next two weeks or so.”
Dave smiled at her confidence and watched as she popped open the small bottle, tilted it to bring the liquid close to the top, and then dunked the pin into the liquid.
“Is that how you do it?”
Dave nodded.
Emily then pulled the pin out, let it drip dry over the bottle before returning the pin to the pocket in the glove.
“So that’s it?”
“That’s it. Normally I would clean it before dunking but it isn’t a biggie. I cleaned it last night when I let you look at it. Close the bottle.”
Emily nodded. She laid the glove aside, the pin sticking out the palm of the glove, pointing to the ceiling. She then picked up the bottle and shoved the stopper into it making sure it was well sealed. She set the bottle aside and picked up the glove and examined it.
“What are you thinking?” Dave asked.
Before answering, Emily slipped the glove on to her right hand. She put the small ring of leather over her small middle finger and pulled it until the glove was around her wrist. It was a little big on her but it was stable enough.
“Just wondering what it feels like.”
She raised her hand over her head and brought the needle down on the top of her thigh.
“Em, no!” Dave shouted as he jumped up and tried to grab her wrist but it was too late. “What did you do that for?” he asked as he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her thigh.
Dave could see where the pin had punctured her leg. Dave reached over and grabbed an alcohol swab and ripped open the packaging and placed the swab over the bleeding wound.
“Daddy,” Emily said as she laid back on the couch. “Oh fuck, Daddy. This stuff really works.”
Dave looked at his daughter. Her eyes were wide and blank and she was slumped back on the couch. Her breathing was coming in gasps and her left hand was already fondling her left breast.
Dave left the alcohol swab where it was and pulled the glove off of her hand as quickly as he could without risking poking himself or poking Emily again. Dave tossed the glove onto the coffee table and then turned back to his eldest daughter. Her right hand was unbuttoning her shorts.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy. I need it. Please?”
“Em, why did you do that?”
Emily smiled at him. “I wanted to know, Daddy. I wanted to know what it felt like.”
“Em.”
“No, Daddy.”
The button on her shorts was now undone and the zipper down. Dave couldn’t help but look at the fabric of the white cotton panties that were exposed. “I knew what could happen and I don’t care. I wanted it to happen. I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy? Please fuck me?”
She sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked him in the eyes, smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him, hard, on the lips.
Without thinking, Dave’s hands moved to her sides and held her as he returned what was most definitely a lovers kiss. Only when he felt her tongue touch his lips did he pull away.
“I can’t do this, Emily.” He stood and moved away from her.
He was surprised Emily didn’t argue further as he moved clear across the room from her. When he turned back, he found her still seated on the couch. Her tee shirt was off and laying on the floor. With no bra on underneath, her small breasts were exposed to him and he could see her pink nipples standing erect, sticking straight out.
Unconsciously, Dave licked his lips at the sight. Emily smiled at him, rose from the couch and pushed her shorts and the white cotton panties over her hips and down her thighs. She then let them drop and stepped out of them.
Dave stood before his naked daughter, mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful body. Emily had short brown hair, brown eyes, stood five foot eight and weighed in at about a hundred thirty pounds. She wasn’t rail thin like some of the girls she hung out with who wanted to look like super-models but she was, by no means, fat. She had slender shoulders leading down to small breasts each about the size of half a cantaloupe. She had small areolas with short pink nipples standing straight out and now pointing directly at Dave. She had a flat belly with a cute inney belly button, and wide, feminine hips which showed off her womanly secrets very nicely. She had a thin line of blond pubic hair, a trail leading directly to the slit of her sex. Dave’s eyes continued down her long legs. She took two more steps and was standing less than a foot away from him.
“Daddy,” she said, still panting slightly, “you told me last night you don’t know what would happen if the woman didn’t get sex. You also said you weren’t willing to use me a guinea pig to find out.”
“Em, that isn’t fair. I wasn’t talking about…” Dave paused. “I wasn’t talking about this.”
Em raised her hand and placed it on his chest. “Please, Daddy. This wasn’t a spur of the moment idea. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
“Em…”
“Daddy, please?” A tear rolled down Emily’s cheek and she stepped closer. Her nipples now rubbed against Dave’s shirt. “Please, Daddy. I don’t think Jilling-off will fix this. I need it. If you won’t give it to me, which is what I want…” She didn’t finish the thought.
In his mind, Dave finished it for her. “…I’ll have to go out and find some stranger to do it.” This made Dave reconsider his stance on things.
“This is wrong on so many levels, Emily.”
Emily smiled, seeing her father’s wall begin to crumble. “I know, Daddy. Not only am I only seventeen but I’m also you’re daughter. Incestuous jail bait. What more could any father ask for?” Her hand slid down his chest and stomach and then took his hand in hers.
“I promise, Daddy. I promise I will never tell anyone what you do to me.” She turned and pulled him behind her as she moved out of the living room and down the short hallway to his bedroom. “And just so you know, the way I feel right now, there isn’t anything I won’t let you do to me.”

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CHAPTER SEVEN
“DeeDee”
Monday, December 18th
Dave was up and off to work the next day just like normal. He still had what had happened between he and Emily on his mind but he managed to push it to the back while he was working. Traffic was terrible on the way home because it had started snowing, though only lightly, about an hour before and, like every winter, people seemed to have forgotten how to drive in the snow.
When Dave did pull up in front of his apartment building he couldn’t help but notice the big candy-apple-red pick-up truck sitting in the second space assigned to his apartment. He parked and stepped out of his car. Only then did he realize that someone had been sitting in the truck and that someone had now turned off the engine and stepped out to meet him.
It was a young woman wearing a calf-length dark blue wool coat with a red, yellow and green toboggan cap pulled down over her head and ears. The girl came around the truck and met Dave just as he stepped on the sidewalk.
“You’re David Bernard, right?” she asked with a pretty smile.
“Do I know you?” Dave asked, fearing she was there to serve him some court papers that would tell him Rebbecca was trying to cut his visitation rights back even more than they already were.
“No. We’ve never met but I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”
The girl had had both hands stuffed into the pockets of her coat. She now pulled one out and Dave noticed that she was wearing a green children’s mitten. In her hand was an envelope. He took the envelope and looked at it.
It was a regular looking envelope. He flipped it over and saw, “Read this, Daddy,” written in red ink. He recognized it as Emily’s handwriting.
“You’re a friend of Emily’s?”
“More like acquaintances. We run in different circles. She told me to tell you to read the letter first.”
“Let’s go upstairs. Get out of this cold.”
Dave waved for the girl to follow him. He led her into the apartment building and up the stairs to his second floor apartment. He unlocked the door and allowed the young woman to go in first. He flipped on the light as he went in and removed his coat.
“I don’t know what’s going on here but feel free to take off your coat.”
“Thank you,” the girl said and pulled the toboggan cap off her head showing off collar length brown hair and a very pretty face.
Dave hung his coat up in the closet and then tore the envelope open to find out what Emily had going on. He pulled out a single sheet of paper, unfolded it and began to read.
“Daddy, meet DeeDee.”
“Are you DeeDee?” Dave asked, looking up from the note.
“That would be me. My real name’s Deirdre but not even my mother calls me that.”
Dave nodded and turned back to the letter. DeeDee removed her jacket, laid it over the back of his recliner, moved to the sliding glass balcony door, and watched the snowfall.
“DeeDee is the class slut here at the Academy. She’s pretty, isn’t she?
“Here’s the deal, Daddy. Since I can’t be there with you to help you pick appropriate girls/women for you to play with I have decided to arrange play dates for you. DeeDee is your first play date. Congratulations!
“I don’t want to hear you protest too loudly here. Until you went out and picked up Elizabeth (that was her name, right?), you didn’t have a social life. That means except for Elizabeth, and those who came after her, you haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m figuring you need a week straight with some sexy young girls in order to catch up. I know you, Daddy. You feel guilty because of what happened this weekend and you’re going to let that stop you from using your secret weapon. I’m not going to allow that.
“I already have a girl for every day this week, except Sunday. I’m still working on it though. Give me a few days, I’ll find one.
“Anyway, you may use your secret weapon on her if you wish but I really don’t think it’s necessary. She is the class slut after all. DeeDee has seen you when you’ve come by the school and has told me she thinks my daddy is really handsome. I told her I agree.
“I figure that if you get used to getting lots of sex, maybe you’ll get over this silly guilt thing.
“Now, don’t worry. DeeDee may be a slut but she is also very sweet. She never talks, never brags. She’s very understated, you might say. I’ve also made sure she is completely free of all STD’s and is on the Pill so you don’t have to worry about any of those nasty consequences they always tell us about in sex ed class. All of this will, of course, be true for the girls I send to you in the future as well.
“I have made sure all of the girls understand that this will probably be a one time thing, that this isn’t the start of a love affair or a fling or anything like that. I’ve made it quite clear that it is JUST SEX!!!
“I can’t stop you from sending her away BUT if you do, not only will you hurt DeeDee’s feelings, you’ll make me unhappy as well. Do you want that on your conscience, Daddy? Be happy, Daddy. Spend the evening enjoying DeeDee and tell her to enjoy you. Cum lots for me.
“Love you always and 4ever.
“Your loving (and cute) daughter,
“Emily.
“PS: Daddy, does this make me your pimp? (giggle)”
Dave rolled his eyes, folded up the letter and then looked over at DeeDee. She was wearing very little clothing considering the weather outside. Dave had to admit that if Em was telling the truth about DeeDee being the class slut, DeeDee certainly looked the part. She had on nearly knee-high black boots, a short red plastic mini-skirt, and a white halter top. She stood about five foot seven, had collar length blond hair, and a very pretty face. The red mini-skirt did wonderful things for her perfect little butt and Dave’s hardening cock. Dave now understood why she had worn the thick wool coat and why she had stayed in her truck until the last possible moment.
He cleared his throat and DeeDee turned away from the sliding glass door to the balcony and faced him.
“So, you gonna send me away? Emily said you might. Don’t worry, I won’t cry or put on a big scene if you do. I’ll just put my coat on, walk out the door, and go back to my truck. You’ll never see or hear from me again.”
“I don’t know yet. You want something to drink?”
“I’ll take a beer or, better yet, a scotch, if you have it.”
“How about a soda, juice or milk?”
“Soda sounds good. Anything cola and nothing diet.”
Dave nodded and went into the kitchen to get the sodas. He returned and handed DeeDee a can of Coke and opened one for himself.
“May I ask why you’re here?”
“Didn’t Emily’s note explain it?”
Dave nodded. “It told me why she sent you here but I wanna hear it from you. Sit down.”
Dave waved her to the couch. He circled the coffee table and sat at one end of the couch as DeeDee took a seat at the other end. She popped open the can of Coke and took a long drink.
“Why am I here?” DeeDee asked. “To have sex with you. Or that’s what Emily told me. She said she was being your pimp.”
Dave rolled his eyes. “She made the same bad joke in the letter. Why would you agree to this?”
“I like sex,” DeeDee said very nonchalantly. “As I see it there’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex together just for the fun of it.”
“Are you a consenting adult?”
She took another drink of her soda before answering.
“Are you asking me if I’m over eighteen?”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“No, I’m not. I’m five months and a few days shy of eighteen. Don’t worry though, I ain’t gonna press charges or anything.”
“Why would you agree? We’ve never even met.”
“You’re cute and I owed Emily a favor. When she approached me with this idea, I expected her to ask me to deal with some girl who was bothering her or whatever. Instead she asks me to fuck her father. Gotta say, I was shocked.”
“But not shocked enough to refuse?”
“At first, I did refuse. But the longer I thought about it, I thought, why am I refusing? I like sex! Emily swore you were clean and nice and she even said you were good in bed. Which, personally, makes me wonder but to each his or her own. After a few minutes, I thought why not. So I agreed.”
“Why did you owe Emily a favor?”
“She came to my defense last year when I was accused of something I didn’t do. She was just about the only person in the entire school who stood up for me. I don’t forget my friends.”
“Very noble of you.”
“Ain’t it though? A noble slut. What a concept?”
“You should write your autobiography. Maybe get a movie deal.”
“Not a bad idea. My spelling sucks though. Oh well.” DeeDee took another drink and drained the last of the soda from the can. “So, shall we adjourn to the bedroom or do you wanna do it on the couch? Emily told me to do whatever you asked, within reason. I guess that means I should let you pick the place and such.”
“DeeDee, to tell you the truth, Emily didn’t tell me about any of this. I had no idea she was going to do this. So, you’ll have to excuse me if I seem a little behind.”
“It’s okay. Like I said, if you want me to leave, just say so.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t want you to leave. You’re a beautiful young woman.” DeeDee fought hard to keep the blush from her face. “And I would love to get you in bed but I’m just not sure I should.”
DeeDee stood up, walked over and sat down right beside Dave.
“Why don’t we start with something easy. Something legal. Kiss me.”
Dave looked at the girl. He had to admit she was a looker and he did want to get her into bed. What the hell? Dave thought. He leaned forward, their eyes closed, and their lips met. The kiss was friendly, verging on passionate.
“That was nice.”
Dave laughed at the girl’s condescending response. “Nice, huh?”
“Yep,” DeeDee said nodding. “Nice as in, oh, my mother kisses me like that.”
Dave didn’t say a word. He brought his hand up, slid it around behind her neck and pulled her head to him.
“That’s more like it,” she said just before his mouth covered hers and his tongue pushed past her lips.
The kiss was long and hot and passionate. By the time they came up for air, DeeDee was laid back on the couch with Dave leaning over her.
“I don’t mind if you fuck me right here, I’ve been fucked on couches quite a bit, but a bed might be more comfortable,” DeeDee told him, breathless from the kiss.
Dave smiled at the girl and gave her one more quick kiss before standing up. He put his hand out to her. She grasped it and he pulled her up off of the couch and half led, half dragged her into his bedroom. He stopped them both beside his bed and pulled her to him. He then kissed her again, another hot, passionate kiss.
“You wanna undress me or do you wanna watch me undress myself?”
Dave couldn’t get over how calm the girl was about all of this. He had known middle-aged women who were not as comfortable with their sexuality as this seventeen year old girl was.
“I’m not sure a woman has ever stripped for me before.”
DeeDee didn’t need to hear anymore from him. She stepped back and pushed him down on the bed.
“You sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
Dave slid up until his back was against the wall at the head of the bed. DeeDee moved away from the bed, giving herself some room to move.
“Music would be good, but not necessary,” she said.
Dave grabbed the remote from the nightstand beside him and pressed the power button. He quickly hit the buttons that would put the TV on a soft jazz music station.
“Oh, interesting choice. Want it slow, huh?” DeeDee asked with a smile.
As she spoke, she began to move her hips with the music. Her eyes closed as she got into the rhythm of the music. DeeDee’s eyes would remain closed the entire time she was dancing.
Continuing to sway to the music, DeeDee’s hands roamed up and down her body, caressing herself and moaning at the sensation.
“I’ve taken quite a few dance classes in my life. Mom started me out in ballet when I was five. Then I moved to tap. Tried clogging for a while. Then one of Mom’s boyfriends took me to a club and they taught me to line dance. And I’ve been in modern dance classes since I started at the Academy. According to rumor the only reason I didn’t make it on to the cheer squad was because the captain overruled the others saying she didn’t want a slut on her team.”
DeeDee continued to dance and run her hands over herself as she spoke. When she finished, her hands grasped the bottom of the halter top and she pulled it up. He breasts, which Dave thought were slightly larger than Emily’s and Rebbecca’s, flopped out and she slowly pulled the top off over her head. She tossed it away, not even bothering to look where it landed.
She ran her hands down over her shoulders and over her ample breasts, pinching the nipples to hardness as she did. She then cupped the bottom of her breasts in each hand and held them up, showing him exactly how big they were.
Dave’s cock was growing steadily harder in his pants, so much so that he was forced to unzip to make himself comfortable.
DeeDee’s hands slid down the soft skin of her belly and down over the red plastic mini-skirt. She continued down until she reached the hem of the skirt then pulled it up, showing off the small red bikini beneath. Without realizing he was doing it, Dave began to gently rub his cock through his pants.
DeeDee’s hands released the hem, once again hiding the bikini and moved to one side of her skirt, still swaying her hips to the music, she unfastened the hook that held the skirt up and then slid the zipper down. The skirt dropped a half inch then snagged on her hipbone.
“Take it off,” Dave whispered, not even loud enough for DeeDee to hear.
DeeDee slid both hands into the waist of the skirt and pushed it down over her hips and allowed it to fall down around the heels of her knee-high boots. She stepped out of the skirt with one foot and kicked it away with the other. Dave could feel his orgasm building as she slowly turned, putting her back to him and showing that her bikini was in fact, a G-string. The string completely disappeared between her two rounded butt cheeks. DeeDee bent over, somehow still swaying her hips to the music, her feet shoulder-width apart and reached down and grabbed her ankles.
Dave grunted and leaned forward slightly as he unloaded in his pants with only a grunt. Dave’s eyes closed as he came, so he didn’t notice DeeDee’s eyes open at the sound of his grunt. By the time Dave opened his eyes again, DeeDee was once again standing up straight with her back to him, hiding the self-satisfied smile from him. Her hands slid into the sides of the G-string and she slowly slid it down over her hips and down her thighs. Keeping the G-String where it was, just beneath her butt cheeks, she then turned back to face Dave once more and bent over, hiding her pussy from him the entire time as she slid the G-string down around her ankles.
Dave watched, enraptured, as DeeDee got down on to the carpet on her hands and knees, finally opened her eyes and began to crawl towards Dave on the bed, kicking the G-string off from around her ankles as she did. Now dressed only in the black, knee-high boots, DeeDee crawled to the edge of the bed and got to her knees there beside the bed. She looked down at where the wet stain was starting to soak through the tan Dockers and smiled. She then looked up at his face.
“I guess you enjoyed the show.”
“Definitely,” Dave said with a huge smile.
DeeDee slid her hand up Dave’s leg, over his still bulging cock to the button of his pants.
“How ’bout we get these off and make you a little more comfortable.”
DeeDee undid the button and Dave lifted his hips up and she slid her hands into the waistband of the pants and his briefs and she easily pulled both down to his thighs. Dave kicked off his shoes and DeeDee pulled the pants and briefs off of him and tossed them over her shoulder, his keys and change jingling in the pocket as she did. Dave sat up and slid his polo shirt off over his head.
“That’s better,” DeeDee said as her hand once again slid up his leg and her fingers wrapped around his wet, sticky cock. “Why don’t you spin around. Sit on the edge of the bed so we can get this cleaned up.”
Dave smiled, happy that the girl had chosen not to say anything about his early ejaculation but instead just worry about getting him cleaned up. He spun around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. DeeDee never released his cock and didn’t when he got himself turned around. Instead, still holding his cock, she moved between his spread knees, smiled at him, slowly slid her tongue from her mouth, leaned forward and began licking his semen from his pubic hair and his cock. Dave found this show almost as sexually stimulating as the dancing had been.
Once Dave was cleaned up, she slid his cock into her mouth and began to suck it and tease it with her tongue as her fingers fondled his balls. Dave laid back on the bed and enjoyed the feelings she was giving him.
“Oh, God!”
Once sure he wasn’t going to go soft on her, DeeDee stood up and climbed on top of Dave. For the first time, Dave got a look at her pubic mound and saw that it was clean shaven. DeeDee noticed his glance.
“You like?” she asked, rubbing her bald pussy. “Not all, but most guys, seem to like me shaven.”
“How could I not like it? It’s as beautiful as the rest of you.”
DeeDee smiled. “Emily’s right. You are a charmer. Now, you just lay there while I suck your brains out through your cock using nothing but my vagina.” With that, she reached between them, grabbed his saliva-slick cock, lined it up with her entrance and lowered herself down. “Oh, yes! I love big cock.”
As DeeDee began to move on top of him, Dave had his first chance to really touch her. His hands slid over the mattress to her knees, down over the black leather boots which she still wore, then back up, over her soft thighs, over her wide hips, back and over her ample ass and then up her sides to her breasts.
As promised, Dave didn’t have to do anything except lay there and do what came natural. As the fucking got more furious, his hips joined hers, thrusting up into her, trying to shove his cock out through the top of her head and, when it was all over, dumping a huge load of cum deep inside her vagina.
Both sated, DeeDee collapsed down on top of him and laid her head on his chest. After a few moments, as both caught their breath, she looked up at him, resting her chin in the middle of his chest and spoke.
“If you can get it up again tonight, I’ll let you do my ass if you want.”
“Don’t you have to get home? Won’t your parents be worried?”
“Naw. It’s just me and Mom. She trusts me. We made a deal. I can do pretty much whatever I want as long as I do five things. One, keep my cell phone with me so if she gets worried or needs me, she can call. My cell phone is in my purse out in your living room. I’ll get it when we get up to shower. Two, I have to go to school, everyday unless I’m sick and must attend every class. Three, I must maintain a three point five GPA. Four, let her know where I am and when I’ll be home. I called her while I was waiting for you and told her I was spending the night with a friend of a friend and, five, I can’t get in any legal trouble. No drugs, no booze, nothing like that.”
“Sounds like she really does trust you.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool most of the time.” DeeDee kissed the middle of Dave’s chest. “So what do you wanna do now?”
“A shower sounds like fun,” Dave said.
“You aren’t one of these guys who likes sucking his cum out of women?”
Dave looked at her, shocked. “No, I’m afraid not.”
“Oh well. One guy did it to me and I loved it. It was all so kinky. Most guys won’t do it though. Doesn’t hurt to ask though, right?”
DeeDee gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then sat up, slid his still semi-hard cock from her vagina, got off the bed, and headed for the master bathroom.
“Give me a few minutes to use the toilet then come on in.”
DeeDee closed the bathroom door and Dave forced himself to sit up on the bed. He looked around, spotting all of her clothes, as well as his. He stood up, on rather wobbly legs, and went around the room gathering up all of their clothes. He put hers over the back of a chair, removed his wallet, keys and change from his pants and tossed the clothes he’d been wearing into the hamper to be washed. Dave then went out to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of already chilled water and returned to the bedroom. Just as he entered the bedroom, the bathroom door opened and DeeDee came out. She now had her boots off and Dave realized that the boots had some serious heels on them. She had shrunk from the five feet seven inches she had been when they came in down to just over five feet tall.
DeeDee noticed him looking her up and down.
“Why do you think I wear high heeled boots? I’m short. Live with it. I do!”
“Sorry,” Dave said, laughing. “I hadn’t noticed the heels on your boots. I had other things to look at.”
DeeDee smiled at the off-handed compliment.
“Where are my clothes?” she asked looking around the room.
“I picked them up. Put ’em over on the chair.” He pointed to the chair.
“That was very sweet of you. The last couple guys I stripped for like that, just left them laying on the floor. One of ’em even got mad when I wasted HIS time by going around and picking them up.” She went over and dropped her boots in front of the chair by her clothes.
“Sounds like you need to find a better class of guys.” Dave held out one of the chilled bottles of water and she took it.
“Thanks. Until I saw them in your hands, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. As for a better class of guys, there isn’t a better class of guys at The Academy. They’re all a bunch of A-holes.”
She screwed open the cap and took long swig of water. Dave did the same with his bottle of water. They both sat down on the edge of the bed and made small talk as they each killed their bottle of water. They then moved into the bathroom and Dave started the tub filling.
“I thought we were taking a shower?”
“Baths are much more romantic,” Dave told her as he stood up after getting the water temperature right and putting in the plug to stop the water from draining. “My ex-wife taught me that.”
“Your ex-wife? Emily’s mother?”
Dave nodded as he stepped into the half filled bath, sat down, and sank into the warmth and comfort.
“What happened between you two? Emily said it got nasty.”
Dave held out his hand. DeeDee took his hand, stepped into the tub, turned her back to Dave, then sat down and laid back against his chest.
“It got nasty all right. But I don’t wanna talk about it. My own daughters don’t know the whole story. Emily would be furious if she found out I’d told you things I hadn’t told her.”
“Makes sense, I guess.”
The two lounged in the tub, just relaxing and talking for about ten minutes. After that, Dave wet a washcloth, soaped it up and began washing DeeDee. Once he was done with her, she turned herself around and washed him. Before the water drained from the tub, the two were back in Dave’s bed, still dripping wet and kissing again.
With the tension gone, and having gotten to know each other, the sex was better and lasted significantly longer the second time around. Dave very much enjoyed going down on DeeDee and making her scream as he tongue fucked her and very much enjoyed the blow job she gave him. He pulled her off his cock before his orgasm.
“I don’t wanna cum in your mouth,” he told her.
Dave then put DeeDee on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. DeeDee enjoyed that. Afterwards, they both climbed under the covers, curled up together, and went to sleep. At two the next morning, DeeDee woke him up again for another quick go around.

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