Graham gets a surprise (Female,preteen boy)

Graham gets a surprise (Female,preteen boy)

Prologue: A young boy’s teacher takes advantage of him. She takes him on a holiday and then dumps him. The boy is devastated, but he’s in for the surprise of his life.

Author: Uncle Tony

I was twelve years old when it all started. Back then we had eleven plus exams and grammar schools. I passed my eleven plus and started at one of the best grammar schools in the area. My best subjects were Maths and English. Our English teacher was a very pretty woman. For this story, I’ll call her Miss Smith. She taught English and Physical Education. My name is Graham, I was a tall well built lad. Back then, kids were expected to work on the farm and not sit around texting their friends and playing computer games. I was pretty strong and by the time I was twelve, I was already five foot eleven.

I just loved writing essays and Miss Smith always gave me top marks and she asked me if I was planning to be a writer or journalist. I told her that I wanted to be a veterinarian. I was also one of the best in the gym. Miss Smith was a slim, dark brunette, with long wavy hair. She used to dress in what was called a pencil skirt, which showed off her figure and she wore low cut blouses. Whenever I went to her desk, I peered down the top of her blouse, well I tried to. As the end of our first year got nearer, one day, after gym, she told me to please report to her office after school. I wondered what I had done wrong.

She had a small office at the back of the gym. It was a storeroom that she had added a desk a couple of chairs and a filing cabinet. I knocked on the door.

“Come in.” I walked in. She gave me a big smile. “Hello, Graham. Come in and close the door. Sit down please.” I sat down. She had never used my first name before. “I’m very pleased with your progress this year.” She told me. “I’ve just got the roster about next year, you’ll be going into higher form. I won’t get you for English any longer, but you’ll be in my PE class.” I was sorry that I wouldn’t have her for English.

“That’s a shame.” I told her. I enjoyed your English classes, but I enjoy PE as well.” She gave me a mischievous smile.

“Yes, I’ve noticed how you enjoyed trying to look down my blouse.” She gave a little chuckle.

“Sorry Miss, but you’re very pretty and all the boys think you are great.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Graham, I’m actually flattered. Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Can I trust you, Graham. You swear not to tell anyone, ever?” I wondered what was going on.

“I swear, Miss, cross my heart and hope to die.”

She got up from behind her desk, walked over to the door and locked it. Then she came back and sat in the chair beside me.

“After spending an entire school year of trying to look down my blouse and as you’re one of me best students, your efforts should not go unrewarded.” As she was speaking she was unfastening the buttons of her blouse. She pulled it open. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she didn’t need one. She had an all over tan. I looked in awe at those two beautiful titties. All could say was


“You can touch them if you like Graham. Just be gentle.” I didn’t need a second invitation.i had never seen a real live woman’s breasts before. I stroked them and caressed them. “You can lick, suck, whatever. As long as you don’t hurt me, for the next few minutes you can enjoy them.”

“Oh wow, they’re so beautiful and soft Miss.”

“You won’t tell anyone about this, Graham, ever. I would lose my job and you would be in trouble as well.”

“I swear, I’ll never tell anyone Miss. Thank you so much, you really are wonderful.” She put her arm around me and held me close as I licked, sucked and nibbled at her rock hard nipples. She groaned several times. My dick was bursting. She saw the bulge in my pants. She put her hand down and gently stroked my crotch.

“I think that I can do something about this as well.” she said as she carefully unfastened the buttons of my fly. I have to admit, I was a bit scared. She fished inside my underpants and pulled out my extremely erect penis. I used to measure it every month, it was almost five inches long. Gently she stroked it.

“I’ve never done this before.” She whispered. “So tell me if I’m doing it right, or hurting you.” I could only gulp. I was very close to a very messy finish. “Do I need a hankie?” Fuck, she needed more than hankies. I nodded. “Don’t move.” She propelled her chair a little way away, opened a drawer and brought out a clean towel. Carefully she draped it over my shirt and under my twitching dick. Then she gently started to stroke it again. I wanted to make it last. It wasn’t everyday a beautiful woman wanted to wank you off. I knew it was no good.

“Oh, Miss, oh God, I’m . . .” A huge fountain of semen spurted out. Lucky she had the towel up to my chin. Some of it landed on my face. It just kept coming. I had never shot a load like this before. She didn’t let go of my aching dick.

“That was very quick, Graham. I can see that you needed it. Did you enjoy it?” I nodded furiously. “Maybe you would like to wait a bit and then do it again? There’s no-one around now I don’t think. I’ll lock up when we leave. This is our special secret. Is that OK?” She kissed my lips. I’d never been kissed like that, but I held onto her boobs and she held onto my dick. She gently squeezed it rhythmically. I couldn’t believe it. I was already starting to get hard again. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were enjoying playing with my titties.” She chuckled. “My word, you recover quickly.” She took a hankie and wiped my face. She gently wiped the cock and then her hand on the towel. “I think we had better have a nice clean towel, don’t you.” I could only nod. I had no words. She draped the towel over me again and this time she got onto her knees and took my entire length into her mouth. Then she started bobbing her head. I had never felt anything like this. Suddenly she stopped. She held it in her hand and looked up at me. “Don’t rush it this time, Graham. Take your time and just enjoy. There’s no hurry, think about maths or something else. Try to hold on as long as you can.” I tried really hard. I must have lasted at least three minutes this time. As she felt me stiffen and start to swell, she took it out of her mouth and continued with her hand. I shot all over the towel again, but not quite as much. She held me to her naked chest.

“Was that good?” She asked. “Please keep this a total secret. I live alone, I don’t have as husband or a boyfriend. I think I enjoyed that almost as much as you. Would you like to do it again, sometime?” My heart almost stopped.

“Oh yes, please Miss. That was incredible. Thank you so much. Any time, Miss and I swear, I’ll never tell anyone.” She kissed me on the lips again. I was starting to get the hang of it, so I kissed her back.

“My name is Geraldine, but when we are alone, and only when we are alone, you can call me Jenny. If you slip up and call me Jenny when there are people around I shall have to punish you or people will start to wonder why and we must always behave like teacher and pupil, unless we are alone. Now it’s time to go home. I really enjoyed it and I promise you, we’ll do it again soon.” I scurried home one very contented boy. I had another wank, before I went to sleep. I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind.

The following week was the last week of term and year. She called me into her office at lunch time.

“Come in and close the door. Nothing like last time, I just want to ask you something. If I were to offer extra tuition during the holidays to help you with your writing skills, do you think your parents would agree to it?” She saw the way I looked at her and laughed. “I promise to dress a little more, how shall we say, discreetly. Would your mother come to see me if I give her a note, or should I rather come to the house? I assumed that you could look a little enthusiastic, because you’ll have to come to my home once a week. That is unless you are going away, or you don’t want to do”

“I really, really want to Miss, I’m sure mom would be happy. My dad left us a long time ago. I could take you home with me after school if you like.”

“I’ll have to pop home and change first. Go home tell mom that one of the English teachers has offered to help you with your writing skills over the holidays and they will pop around later for her permission.” It’s impossible to describe how excited I was. I rushed home and told my mother. I didn’t need to pretend to be excited. I really was beside myself. Mom was a bit dubious.

“I hope it isn’t going to cost a lot. Did they say how much it would cost?” I shook my head.

“I don’t think it will cost” I think she’s really impressed with my essays and my English. She’s coming around later. You can ask her.” An hour or so later, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door. She had on slacks, a baggy top, she’d done her lovely hair up into a bun and she was wearing cheap glasses. Mom came out and offered her tea. They chatted and then mom called me in.

“Your teacher says that you should think about being a writer when you grow up. At least part time. She’s kindly offered to give you some extra tuition during the holiday, but you have to go every week and you have to be on time and you have to do your homework. She says if you don’t listen or you skip classes, it’s over. She’s doing it as a special favor for you and she isn’t going to charge. Do you agree?” Jenny looked at me over her glasses.

“I expect your full concentration or we’ll just stop.”

“Yes Miss.” I said meekly. “I promise to do whatever you ask.”

“It might be different days every week.” Jenny continued. “It depends on my schedule. Is that alright?”

“Yes Miss.”

We broke up on the Friday afternoon. I took home a glowing report. Jenny called me aside.

“Here’s my address, next week Wednesday at two in the afternoon. OK?” I nodded. I would rather have gone with her right now, but I had to wait. It seemed to take a year before Friday came. I tried hard not to wank for a few days before I went to her. I got to her house at around one thirty. She opened the door. I’d been clever enough to bring my satchel and some books. She nodded approvingly.

“That’s good thinking Graham. Now follow me.” It was small house, but detached and it was out of the main town, so there were very few houses in the area. She led me upstairs into her bedroom. I was trembling with excitement. Maybe I’d get to see the rest of her. She was barefoot. She took off her top.

“There, is that what you wanted?” I nodded furiously. ” have you ever seen a woman completely naked?” I started to sweat. My prick was going wild.

“No Miss, I mean no, Jenny.”

“Well we can fix that too.” She dropped her skirt and stepped out of it. All she had on we’re some skimpy, lacy black panties. My heart almost stopped. I stood rooted to the ground.she put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and wriggled them down over her hips until they fell onto the floor. She turned around twice. I couldn’t move. Her tan was complete. Right down to the triangle of lush brown hair between her legs. “Well don’t just stand there Graham, if I can be naked, the so can you, or shall I take them off for you?” I’ve never got undressed so quickly in my life. She got hold of my hand and pulled me to her. The feel of her naked body next to mine was unbelievable. This was more than I had ever hoped.

“Right, Graham. You are going to learn somethings today. It won’t be English, but I want your full concentration. How much do you know about women, sex, babies and such like?” Back in the day, there was no sex education. I’d seen pictures of women’s boobs, but only the top half. I knew women didn’t have a dick like men, I’d heard talk of fucking, cunts, blow jobs, but I had no idea what all that really meant.

“Almost nothing.” I gulped.

“So keep still and listen to me for a minute or two. Women have monthly cycles. Every twenty eight days, they have what is called menstruation or periods. During that time they bleed from their vagina. It lasts four or five days. For a few days after their period that can safely have sex, without having to worry about getting pregnant. After that it’s not safe for sex again until about eight days before their next period.” She took my hand. “Hold out your middle finger.” She took my hand and guided my finger to the triangle of soft dark hair between her legs. It was wet and slippery. She got my finger to the entrance of her vagina. “Don’t be shy sweetie, push your finger inside me.” The feeing was incredible it was so soft, warm and slippery. She guided my hand upwards until I found a small lump. She gasped as I touched it. “This is my clitoris. It’s the equivalent of your penis. Just like your penis, if you rub it, it gives me an orgasm. That’s the same as you get, but nothing comes out. It lasts a lot longer, and unlike men, women can have two or three or more orgasms, one after the other. The downside is that it takes a woman quite a bit longer before she reaches a climax. That’s why I told you to make it last. Now the clitoris is very sensitive so you have to rub it very gently. You can suck my boobs whilst you are doing it. It feels really good when you play with my nipples or suck them. Now, it’s your turn to pleasure me first, so get to work, lover.”

She had to help me and correct me a few times, my dick was dribbling everywhere. She was moaning and grinding her hips as I rubbed and my teeth nibbled her nipples. It didn’t take very long, only two or three minutes before I felt her wholé body go rigid.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m coming, oh Christ I needed this” her body went into a series of spasms she gripped me tightly. “Oh, my God, yes, yes. It’s even better than I expected. Put your finger inside me, quickly.” I did as I was asked. She moved my finger in and out until eventually her spasms stopped.

“That was really nice. She pulled me close to her and kissed me. “Now it’s your turn. But I’m not going to use my hand. I’m guessing that you’ve worked it out, that I want your penis inside me, and you can do the work. Come on, I’ll show you. Get between my legs. She helped me into position. Use your hand to keep your weight off me or your forearms. Here, I’ll guide you inside. It took a couple of attempts, but suddenly I felt my dick slip inside her. It was too much. I shot my load and it was one hell of a load as well. As she felt me start, she grabbed my arse and pulled me inside her as far as she could.

“Sorry.” I muttered contritely. “But I’ve never felt anything like that.” She kept hold of my backside.

“Shhh. Just keep still for a minute it two, then you can start over. You’ll last longer next time, I hope.” I felt my prick bring squeezed rhythmically. “How does that feel?” She asked. My cock was already starting to grow again. She kept squeezing it until I started moving. I soon got the hang of pumping it in and out by using my hips. Several times, I came right out, but she guided me straight back in. Her hand was busy rubbing herself. I had never felt anything this good. Suddenly she cried out.

“Oh Graham, my love. Oh Jesus. I felt her spasm start and I just lost it, two more frantic pumps and I pushed my dick inside her as far as I possibly could and started pumping my sperms deep inside her. We were both lost, clutching each other as we both went to heaven and the stars and back again. So this is what it was like to fuck someone. it was just incredible. We just lay together for a long time. Eventually, she sat up.

“My Graham. That was wonderful. I hope it was for you as well.”

“Jenny’ I think, I love you. It was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever done. I’m sorry that I couldn’t hold on longer, I’ll try harder next time.”

“You did fine my darling.. I should start my period on Friday, so if we get together again on Friday next week, it should be fine. Is that alright? ” if she had wanted me at three in the morning I would have been there. “One more thing, Graham. I hope that I don’t really have to tell you this but I will anyway. You and I are together now. I don’t want you pestering other girls. You should remember for the rest of your life that you should only have one partner at a time. Otherwise you can get diseases. So if you get horny, do it by hand until next Friday’ but save a bit for me! Here’s some homework for you to do. You don’t have to do it, but it’s looking better if you do.” We got dressed and she hugged and kissed me before I left.

The following week, I spent a lot of time in the town library. I researched everything that I could find about women and sex. I found the word cunnilingus mentioned and once I’d been through that, I decided to try it out the next time. As before, we went straight up to her bedroom. I knew now about foreplay. I got to work. I sat astride her and rubbed my erection on her nipples. She was getting really worked up. When I got down between her legs and started to massage her clit with my tongue, she went wild. I managed to bring her to two major orgasms before I mounted her and started fucking her like a madman. We rested and kissed and hugged and then she got up, still naked and made coffee for us. When she came back, she taught me how to fuck her doggy style.

All through the holidays, and all through the second year, we got together almost every week. By year three I had learned everything that there was to know about women. I think we fucked in every position that had been known. Neither of us could get enough of the other. I was madly in love with Jenny. I planned that when I was sixteen, we would run away and get married. At the end of term and school year in grade three. We had just finished a torrid session of love-making.

“I saw that your German grades weren’t so good this year and it’s given me an idea. Do you think,your mom wold let you go on a school trip to Germany for ten or fourteen days.”

“I don’t think we could afford it Jenny.” I told her.

“Oh that’s easily fixed. As a prize for being top of the English and English Literature classes for three years in row, you’ve won the chance of. free trip. You give her a letter on school paper. My signature is unreadable. You want to try?”

“How many more will be there?” I asked.

“Don’t be silly. Just you and I of course. Just think, two whole weeks and we could sleep together every night.”

“I’ll sure as hell try. Just give me the letter.” As I expected, when mom heard that it was free, she was very eager. I got her to sign the permission, the day we broke up. I caught Jenny.

“Here you are. When are we going?”

“Just hold on for a while, let me look in my diary. Just come and see me before you go home.” I saw her just before I left.

“I think we can go in three weeks. You need a passport. We leave on Tuesday. We fly over and I’ll hire a car on the other side. I spent the afternoon, booking a lovely little cottage for fourteen days. Here’s a letter to give your mom with a kind of itinerary.. You can send her some postcards and call her every two or three days.”

“Mom applied for a passport for me as soon as I told her. I said. What else should I bring?”

“All you need is your body, love and plenty of stamina. I’m going to fuck you silly.”

We arrived at the secluded little cottage. The next fourteen days were the best I had even even imagined. She fussed and pampered me. She fed me vitamin pills and we fucked every day. Most of every day, we were in bed. She wanted more and more. There were a couple of days that I wasn’t feeling too good, but she nursed and pampered me until I was ready. On quite a few days, we fucked more than once. She couldn’t get enough. It was great. I sent mom postcards. We would drive to different towns, but she had a whole bunch of cards in her case of many different places. I called mom three times. When the holiday was over, I was completely exhausted, but we still got together for our weekly sex.

The new term started. I had Miss Smith again for English. After a couple of months, she told me that I wouldn’t be able to come to her house for a while because there was work being done. It was disappointing, but I had two hands and they would have to suffice for a while. A week later we had a new English teacher. Miss Smith wasn’t there. I asked the teacher where she was, but he didn’t know. I went to the headmaster and asked if she was sick, because I had some work that she had given me. The headmaster was surprised to see me.

“Yes, it was rather sudden. Miss Smith resigned. I believe she has a new post, teaching in South Africa. I thought she had told her classes” I was horrified. Something was wrong. I rushed to her house, but there was a sign outside ‘To Rent’ the house was empty. I was completely devastated. I tried to put on a brave face, but for weeks, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. My end of term report was not good. Everyone was mad at me. It took a while, but I eventually got over it.

I gave up the idea of going to university and becoming a veterinarian. I left school at 16 and when I was eighteen I left home and rented a terrace house in Derby. I wrote a novel, about a secret agent who had lost his love. It was a hit. The money rolled in. I played the Stock Market and doubled my earnings. At twenty four, my third book was published. I had dated a few girls, but I just wasn’t interested in any of them. It was more of a mechanical fuck. Rather like going to the toilet. I immersed myself in my work.

One afternoon there was a knock on my door. I opened it and standing there was a middle aged woman and a very beautiful little girl. I say little girl, because she looked about twelve, but she was almost as tall as the other woman. She was a picture of health and fitness, but the older woman was very thin, pale and frail. The young girl reminded me of my Jenny. A wave of horror crept over me. No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

“Jenny?” My voice was a weak croak. She nodded and then turned to the little girl.

“Helen, meet your daddy. This is Graham.” The little girl held out her hand and did a little curtsey”

“Are you really my daddy? Hello.” No. This wasn’t happening. I was speechless. The woman looked at me.

“This is your daughter, Helen, Graham. If we can come in, I can try to explain.” Numbly, I took them into the house.

“I’m sure this is a surprise for you, Graham, but Helen really is your daughter. Please let me try to explain. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, for not telling you, but it was for the best. I want Helen to hear this as well. She has heard a lot of the story. I’ve never tried to hide her from reality and I’ve never lied to her about anything. When I was ten, I was brutally raped by two men. I thought that I was going to die. After that, I could never bear the thought of another man touching me. By the time I got to your school, I desperately wanted a baby of my own, but I knew I could never have sex with a man. Then, you came into my life. Not a man, but a boy who ticked all the boxes as the kind of person I wanted to father my child. When you were fourteen, I carefully planned that trip to Germany. I picked a time when I knew I would be most likely to get pregnant. I fed you vitamins and I did my best to get pregnant and I did. When I was sure, I resigned and went to one of my aunt’s in South Africa. I didn’t tell you, because I knew that you would do everything possible to stop me even going as far as to admit that you were the father. I would have lost my job, probably gone to prison, certainly been blacklisted, you would have been taken as a ward of the state. All hell would have broken loose. I’m so sorry, but it was for the best.

During this time Helen had been silent. Now she looked sad.

“Poor daddy. Did you love her very much?” I nodded. Jenny went on.

“When Helen was five years old, we came back to England. Over the years, Helen kept asking me about her father. I tried to find you, but there are hundreds of people with your surname and a first name starting with a G. I didn’t even know if you were in the UK. I had a couple of big wins on the football pools. I invested the winnings and I’m actually reasonably well off. I bought a house with a huge garden in a tiny village in Kent. Helen has made wonders of the garden, all on her own. Then I started to get sick. Eventually I collapsed. Helen was very scared. They took me to hospital. I contracted something called Bilharzia from the water in South Africa and I also have a rare blood disease. I had Helen tested and she is clear of just about everything. She has antibodies for all manner of disease. I think she got it from you. The truth is, Graham, I’m dying. The doctors gave me six months. That was three months ago. It won’t be long before I have to go into a hospital. I gave up trying to find you. Helen promised me that she would never stop trying. Then, I went past a W.H.Smith’s bookshop and I saw a new book. I took a look at the author’s name, it was one you had used at school. I picked up the book and started reading in the shop, by the end of the second page I recognized your writing style. I was so totally convinced it was you, I called the publishers. I told a nice young woman that I was your teacher and when I mentioned your real name, she gave me your address. I asked her if you were married and she said no. So here we are.” To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. Helen was biting her lip and trying not to cry, but her eyes were moist.

“I don’t know what to say, Jenny. What you did was cruel. It took months to get over you and I lost all interest in women. I do understand why you did it. You’re right. I would never have let you go. I had no idea that I was a father, but I’m not quite sure what to do or say now.” Helen started to cry. There was a tear in Jenny’s eye as well.

“Every day, I dreamed of meeting my daddy. Mom never stopped telling me how big and strong and gentle you were. I tried to build a picture of you in my mind, the other girls at school all have dads to look after them. I dreamed of this day for so long.” She ran over to me, put her arms around me and started sobbing. I stroked her hair and held her close.

“Well, Helen, now you’ve found me and I want to be a part of your life.” Jenny interrupted.

“Graham. When I die, which won’t be long. They’ll put Helen into an orphanage, she has a good chance of being brutalized and raped. I don’t want that for our daughter. I’ve made a Will. I’ve left everything to you on condition that you take over our daughter, protect her and love her. Do you think that you can do that? She opened her handbag and handed me some papers. I took them and looked at them. One was Helen’s birth certificate. It gave my name as the father. Occupation was listed a journalist and writer.

“I’ve explained everything to Helen. You have proof that she is your daughter I want her to be your daughter and I want you to take care off her every need for the rest of her life. I do mean every need and that included her sexual needs as well. Yes. I know it’s illegal, but I’ve done a lot of research. There’s very little chance of your children having problems. There are plenty of societies where inbreeding is practiced without detriment and with your and her genes, it could be wonderful. Please do this one last thing for me Graham. I’m begging you.” I got up and hugged her.

“Jenny. I forgive you. A moment ago, I thought that I would perhaps have a legal battle to get my daughter, but I’m so glad that we have an understanding. There is no way on this earth that I’ll let my daughter be taken away. As for sex, that’s up to Helen, not me. We’ll have to leave that to her. Now, you are not leaving here alone. I’m going to drive you both back. Then I’ll just tell my landlord that I’m leaving, pay him a couple of months in lieu, pick up my books and computers and suchlike and move in with you both. I’m not going to argue about this. That’s how it’s going to be. Now I can take you home right now or I can book you both into a hotel for the night. Which is it to be?”

“I’d like to get home if we can. I’m not feeling well enough to stay in a hotel.” I got them into the car and we drove down to Kent. At the house, I was going to drive back and start the process of getting out, but Jenny wouldn’t hear of it.

“No. You sleep here tonight. I don’t want you falling asleep. You can drive back in the morning. Now I want to go to bed. You can stay in Helen’s room.”

“OK, is Helen going to sleep in your room with you then, because I can sleep on the settee or the floor.” Jenny scowled at me.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot Graham. It’s not like you. You can sleep with your daughter. It doesn’t mean that you have to fuck her. She has a double bed. Get a good nights rest. She gave me a peck on the cheek. I turned to Helen.

“Are you agreeable to this?” I asked. Helen hugged me. “I’m so glad that I’ve found my daddy. If my mom says you are the most wonderful, gentle man in the world, I believe her. I’ll be happy to sleep with you, daddy.”

“Only on one condition.”

“What’s that daddy?”

“You wear some night attire.” She looked very serious and then gave a little chuckle.

“I suppose so.” I kept my T-shirt and underpants on. We got into bed. Fuck, I had a daughter, a young version of her mom. I just tossed and turned. There was no way that I could sleep.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing and everything.” I replied. “I’m twenty four years old. I suddenly find out that I have a daughter. The woman that I used to love is dying and now, I’m in the same bed as my ten year old daughter. What a day.” Helen leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

“I’m ten years old. I never thought that I would ever find my father. Then I find my mom is dying. She made me promise that if we ever found you, I would take care of your every need. She explained everything about sex to me. She said that you were a big, powerful man, sweet and gentle. You are better than I expected. I’m so very glad that I’ve found you. I’ll do anything you want, dad.” I was sorely tempted, but I decided against it. It was too soon.

“All I want right now, my daughter is for us both to sleep. You are very lovely. I’m so proud to be your dad and I promise that I’ll look after you to the best of my ability. Now please go to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. We can talk about other things another time. Is that OK?” I swear that she was disappointed.

“OK, dad. If you need anything, wake me up.” Eventually, I fell into a troubled sleep. The next morning I awoke. I was alone. I smelled coking bacon. I got up and got dressed.. Helen was busy in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. She put a huge plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes in front of me.

“Come on, dad, eat up. I’m just going to take mom breakfast.” All that Jenny had on the tray as some yoghurt and a pot of tea. “Mom is going down hill fast now.” She told me. “I’ve resigned myself to her dying. I know there is nothing the doctors can do. I’ve been selfishly dreading it happening, because I was so terrified of what might happen to me. I’m so glad we found you. I know mom has been frantic, because she couldn’t find you. Please hurry up and come back dad. Mom needs you and so do I. I know it’s selfish, but I’m scared.”

“As soon as I’ve finished eating, I’m going up to Derby. I’ll see the landlord and pay him, then I’ll pack my stuff that I need into the car and I promise you, I’ll be back before bedtime.”

I drove up and talked to my landlord. He was very understanding. I packed all my stuff Into boxes I took my guitar and keyboard, along with my books, papers and computers into the car. It was full. Even the front seat was full. I hoped that I wouldn’t get stopped because I knew that I was way overloaded, I stayed inside the speed limits and I arrived back at the house just before eight that evening. Helen helped me to unpack the car and we just piled everything into a corner. I slept with Helen again that night. I was careful not to touch her. She was only ten and she as my bloody daughter. My own flesh and blood. I shouldn’t be feeling like I did towards her.

In the next days, I settled in. Back in Derby, I used to go to the gym twice or three times a week. Now I had to look for a new gym, but Jenny wasn’t well, so I stayed home. I wanted to make up a bed in the spare room, but Jenny wouldn’t hear of it.

“Until you came, I took Helen to school every day and collected her in the evening. I dread anything happening to her, as it did to me. I promised her that you were the only person that she could trust and that you would take care of all her needs. I’ve taught her all about men, sex, rape and love. I taught her how to masturbate. I’ve told her how to pleasure a man and he has promised me that she will stay with you after I’m gone until she dies. I expect the same commitment from you. She’s a wonderful girl and I want her to be happy.” Something inside my head told me that it would be so very wrong to have sex with my own daughter, especially whilst her mother was in the next room. Helen was a bit upset.

“What’s wrong, dad. Don’t you like me. You don’t even give me a hug in bed. Am I really that horrible?” I really didn’t know what to do. My body longed for her, but my brain was saying NO.

“It’s not that Helen. You are lovely, but you are not only very young, you’re my own flesh and blood. Of course I love you. Yes, I have feelings about you, but your mom is in the next room and I just feel it’s so very wrong.” Helen put the bedside light on and stared at me.

“Dad, mom asks me every morning if anything happened. She says she won’t be happy until you and I have done it and committed ourselves. I keep telling her no. It’s making her unhappy. She thinks you are wonderful. I have feelings for you too. Not just because mom wants me to, but I’ve missed having you for ten bloody years of my life and I don’t ever want to lose you. For God’s sake dad, stop thinking it’s wrong. It’s only wrong if I don’t want you. I don’t even know what it’s like until it happens.i don’t want to rush you, but please. When you’re ready, so am I.”

“Helen, the reason I don’t kiss you or hug you is because I can’t trust my own body. You don’t realize how uncomfortable it is for a man to be in bed with a beautiful girl, let alone his own beautiful daughter. I just know that once I start hugging you, I won’t now able to stop and . . .” She pulled the bedclothes back and straddled me. My prick was like an iron bar and she was sitting on it. She unbuttoned the top of her pajamas, she had lovely budding breasts, firm and well formed. God she was beautiful. I tried to will my cock to soften, but I had no chance because she was grinding on it. She grabbed my hand and forced it to her naked breast. She was quite strong. I half-heartedly resisted, but it was no good. I was done for. I knew it. I pulled her to me and started kissing her wildly. She responded in kind. I explored her breasts I pulled her down and tasted the sweetness of her nipples. She smiled.

“See, isn’t that better than trying to fight it?” She muttered, huskily. “Please, at least let me try to make you feel good. Mom told me how to do it, but I’ve never had chance to try. You’ll have to help me.” She got off me and lay beside me. Slowly and carefully, she unbuttoned my pajama top. Then she threw it open and started to kiss and lick my chest and my nipples. I groaned and put my arm around her. She opened my pajama bottom and revealed my engorged penis. She gently pulled back my foreskin. Then she put her little hand around the shaft and slowly started to move up and down. I held her hand.

“Just move your hand up a bit higher.” I whispered. I showed her where to hold it. When she started again, I felt as if I were trying to explode.

“Am I doing it right?” She asked. “Does it feel good?” I was beside myself. I felt like the first time that Jenny jerked me off when I was twelve. I knew I couldn’t hold it.

“Oh Christ, Helen. Oh shit, look out.” I unloaded. I was covered in it, the first spurt was so powerful that it shot over my head and into my hair and on my face. My chest and stomach was covered, so was her hand. She grabbed a handful of hankies from the bedside table and gently wiped my face and hair.

“There.” She murmured. “Wasn’t that nice, daddy?” I yanked open her pajama bottoms, revealing her hairless mound. I slid my finger up and down her wetness several times until I found her clit. I kissed her as I gently rubbed it.

“Your turn.” I whispered. “Does that feel good?” I found her nipple with my mouth . I slipped my finger inside her little virgin vagina and with my thumb, I worked her clit. She started gasping and writhing. The semen from my chest and tummy was now all over her as well. She held her breath. I could feel her start to stiffen.

“Oh my God, daddy. Oh my God.” Her entire body convulsed, I moved my finger inside her until her spasms died down. Her eyes were closed. For a while, I though the had gone to sleep, or fainted. She opened her eyes as I kissed her.

“Thank you daddy. That was terrific.” Now it was my turn with the hankies. I carefully cleaned us both up, but she was already asleep. I fell into a deep sleep myself. Part of me felt guilty and the other part was full of wild optimism. My own daughter. I had been so close to actually fucking her.

I woke up, to find her cuddled up close to me. Slowly she opened her eyes.

“Last night was great. Mom was right. It’s better when you have a man to help you. Why didn’t you go all the way? It’s OK by me. I want you to.”

“Steady on, sweetie.” Just take it slowly and let things happen as they will. I hope mom has told you that the first time can be very painful.”

“Hah, I really don’t care. I’ve had painful things before and it’s only once. I just want you to know. I’m ready.” For the next few weeks, we masturbated each other every night. I wasn’t ready to penetrate her. Jenny was getting worse. When she came out of the doctors office, she looked a bit gloomy.

“Doctor says that it’s time I went into the hospice.” She informed us. “Look you can visit me, but not every day. Twice a week will be fine. I’ll be in good hands. I’m not scared of dying. I’m just so happy that I found you for Helen. I was only scared of dying because I was terrified for our daughter. She means the world to me. I don’t want either of you to grieve for me. Let’s put it this way. If you believe in God, I’m going to a better place, so you should be celebrating, not crying and mourning. If you don’t believe in Gid then I’m going to sleep and never wake up, I’ll be free from the pain and the worry about things, so why weep. Have a party.instead.

Helen and I slept that night. The house seemed empty without Jenny. Later that afternoon, we were watching TV. I’m not sure what it was, but I remembered my grandfather telling me after I left school. “The only way to make sure that your wife doesn’t seek the arms of another is to keep her happy. If you keep her satisfied, she will never be unfaithful to you.” There was a world of wisdom in that statement.

“Helen, come her, please.” She came and sat beside me. “Helen, we’ve reached a crossroad now. We both have to decide. Do we want to live together as father and daughter or do we want to go all the way. I don’t want another episode like I had with your mom. You are beautiful. I love you, far more than a father should ever love a daughter. I would like this to be permanent, but you don’t have to do what mother told you to do. If you are one hundred percent sure that you want this. You must tell me. If you do, it’s permanent. I don’t want you coming home one day and telling me ‘There’s this guy I met . . .’ I don’t think I could take that, or you just going off one day with someone else.” I told her what my grandfather had said. She started laughing.

“Funny, mom told me exactly the same thing. Mom could never let a man touch her, only you. I don’t want anyone else to ever touch me, only you. Incest or not. I don’t care. Mom thinks everything will be alright. I take her word. If something happens, we’ll cross that bridge together, if and when the time comes. Mom doesn’t want me to get pregnant until I’m over twenty one, so she’s been getting this birth control pill for two or three years. She started me on them as soon as she saw your book. I have a good supply. I’m sure we can find more when the time comes.” I had heard bad things about the pill.

“No, Helen. You can take those until your periods start, after that, we only do it without a condom, when it’s the safe time of the month. Now let’s get down to the bedroom, because tonight is our first night together.” We almost ran to the bedroom, shedding clothes as we went. We knew each other’s bodies completely by now. We kissed and indulged ourselves until we were both half wild. I pushed her onto her back and rubbed my throbbing erection around her little bald pussy. I get the head inside and soon met resistance. “Ready my sweet?” I asked and before she had time to nod, I gave a big push. The resistance was gone. She took a sudden deep breath and bit her lip. I could see that it had hurt. I kept very still to give her vagina time to adjust to me”

“It’s alright, my darling daddy, it only hurt a little bit. She was pushing her hips up to meet me. I had to keep pulling back and then pushing a little bit deeper. She was very tight. It took a while before me entire length vanished inside her. She wrapped those long, muscular legs around my waist. “Fuck me daddy, just fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me. We started fucking. It was like being inside a warm, slippery velvet tunnel, I never wanted this to stop. Her vaginal muscles were massaging my dick . She was moving her hips to synchronize with my thrusts. We were both starting to breathe hard. She reached a climax. She almost came clear off the bed. I slowly massaged her and kissed her until she came down from a long , shuddering orgasm. Then I started again. Her eyes widened.

“Oh daddy, I love you so much. Now we were both wild. I was lost. We pounded each other her hands were all over me and all over herself. I was getting very close now. I desperately held on. Her hands dug into me

“Oh, yes,” she gasped, “oh yesyesyrsyesyesyesyes.” My balls rose, my dick swelled so much I thought I was going to burst. I dug my toes into the mattress. I think I wanted to get my entire body inside her as I shot jet after jet of my hot, creamy sperm inside my very own little girl, she was bucking and going wild. Shudder after shudder ripped through her. We held each other tight. I was buried inside her. I never wanted to come out, but I knew that I should or she would be very sore the next day. Reluctantly, I pulled out my still swollen organ. I was holding her close to me and grinding my still swollen dick against her leg. She lay gasping for several minutes, then she realized.

“But daddy, you’re still hard.”

I know my darling, but I think you’ve had enough for tonight or you’ll be very sore tomorrow.” She nodded.

“I am a bit sore, thank you daddy, but I’m not going to leave you like that”. She got hold of my dick and gently jerked me off. It took a while before I could reach another climax, but she worked at it until I had decorated her hand and my tummy with a fresh load of sperms. We held each other close. Her head was on up shoulder.

“Thank you, daddy. I love you so much. Mom will be pleased.” She murmured as we both drifted off to sleep. The fact that we were both covered in semen and the bed was wet with it, just didn’t matter. She was my daughter and my lover and that was all that mattered.

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  1. Mickey_Longcock 05/02/2018