Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 15:27:38 +0100 From: rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk Subject: Emmie, The Definition of Perfection Any work by me is, and always will be, a work of fiction. This paragraph is my legal disclaimer where I will say, categorically, that as an author I try to stretch the boundaries of imagination and write enough words, just enough, for the reader to take themselves into the worlds I create. Nobody can condone underage sex, coercive sex or forced sex. The stories I write are for entertainment only and should be treated, purely as romantic fiction. If this kind of story offends you, leave now! Emmie, The Definition of Perfection As anyone who has ever read any of my work, you will know that I try to keep things varied and different but many have asked where my inspiration comes from. This story is a little more of a departure for me so let me explain. I have earned a little bit of a younger fan base over the last few years and sometimes, they contact me to discuss more personal matters. This is something I take very seriously and some of their experiences have manifested themselves into elements of my stories with some added imagination. This story is different because it is very little of my own imagination, I am merely writing the story, thoughts and dreams of Emma, or Emmie to her friends. How much of this story is actions and how much is dreams, well that is for you to decide. The truth will stay between me, and the gorgeous Emmie. (Naturally, names and places have been changed for privacy purposes) IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!!! As with all of my stories, if you enjoy it TELL ME!!!!! If you have a message you'd want to share with the characters, TELL me!! The only way I can make stories you enjoy is if I have feedback, PLEASE HELP ME!!! Email me today!!! Part 1 – As I begin, I will say categorically that the description I am about to give is 100% truth. As an author I am granted a little poetic licence with my stories but Emmie is absolutely gorgeous and doesn't need fiction to assist in her description. When I first met her online, she had just turned 14. She stands about 5ft 6in tall. She has shoulder length, natural blonde hair which has a bit of a wave to it, not curly and is the type of hair that looks lovely but has a bit of a mind of its own. She is beautifully slim with small but curvy hips and to finish the picture of her body, a lovely pair of breasts which would make any guy gasp as she passes. She is a B cup as we write but will probably grow a little more yet. Facially, she is so damned pretty! She lives in Greece now but still her skin is fair and that little bit of tan suits her well, complimenting her baby blue eyes and beautiful smile. In short, she is a something of a babe. I have told her that I find her incredibly attractive which she takes in good spirit but when we first started to talk, she only confessed to a passing fantasy of being with a girl but my suspicions were that she may want to dabble with someone of the same sex in the future. It was just a hunch but..... well I will let the following chapters tell her story as it happened. So, we get the picture..... Emmie = Hot chick! OK, let's move on! I said she lives in Greece but she is English born, only emigrating after her parents split, shortly after her 6th birthday. I'm not going to go into the ins and outs of the divorce of her parents, it isn't too relevant for this story. Suffice to say that Emmie still sees her father in holiday times but, as her informative years have been with her stepfather, she had certainly grown much closer to him. Added to the fact that at aged just 6, Emmie walked in on her biological father masturbating on several occasions. Obviously he stopped when she saw him but this led to her playing with herself at a very early age. This wasn't really masturbation, just random playing from association with her father's acts. Given her age at that time and that nothing improper happened, I will leave that point there. Another point that I will NOT outline fully, was the time that Emmie was sexually assaulted, aged 8. This happened in a public area and the man committed a serious act upon her. It was non penetrative but was as scary as hell for the young girl. I do not approve of descriptive tales on girls of that age so I will not go further on that point, suffice to say that it was a major trauma for such a young and innocent kid. At no point was there pleasure for her in that assault, only fear. I am happy to say that Emmie never referred back to that incident in her private times of pleasure and her masturbation techniques moved on, a year or so later, her imagination slowly allowing images of men joining her in her fantasies. The early start of her playing and the nice feelings that she felt, Emmie says that she loved the sensations so much that at the tender age of 9, she continued with her playing beyond her normal touches and brought about her first orgasms. From then, she was hooked completely. Now, I speak to a lot of teens about their voyages of discovery and there is, more often than not, a common theme of research for them. Looking at those around for signs of genitalia! Emmie was no different. Living in Greece, the summer months could get quite uncomfortable and her stepfather, Jack, would often walk around the house in just his briefs and would sleep on top of the bed in a similar way. Emmie told me that she was never lucky enough for a full view but had often seen the outline of his cock in his pants and once or twice, noticed that in the mornings, the tube would be thicker and longer. The full view had still evaded her. Did she have a crush on her stepdad? At this stage, definitely not. Yes, she loved him dearly and they were extremely close but, a crush it wasn't! At 13, Emmie's voyage truly began. She had her first boyfriend and he was lovely! She had never been happier and they soon began to find some alone time, either by the private pool or in their rooms, watching movies. They never really saw a movie through to the end because their fumbling in the dark. They never did any swimming either! Emmie explored into his trousers and pleased him greatly as she wanked him, emptying his balls on many occasions. His roaming was also pleasing to the young girl as he played with her delicious breasts and caressed her pussy. Her mind was contemplating her first blow job to show her feelings for her fella, her heart falling for him big time but things changed quickly. The boyfriend, completely unexpectedly, said that his feelings weren't the same anymore and he called it all off. I had just started to talk to Emmie at this stage and I had only just described some of the best ways to perform a blow job so I felt her pain in a big way. Thankfully, her pain seemed to dissipate faster than most and I am sure that she was quite pleased that she hadn't given him either a blow job, or her virginity! I decided to take our sexual conversations to a different level and we began to discuss my online, erotic stories. Most of the teens I speak to, as mentioned before, have come to me through my stories and my online posts, but Emmie didn't. She came to me on a recommendation of a friend, of her stepdad's. I was a little surprised at this. No, that is an understatement. I was incredibly surprised by this and at first, I was a little suspicious. Why would a stepfather put his teen daughter onto a girl in her twenties to talk about sex? I did grill Emmie on this but it seems that they have a really good relationship and no matter how hard he tried to give her advice, a guy in his mid 40s is always going to struggle. The other impression that I received was that Emmie's mum was never going to be her first call and her stepdad decided that the recommendations that he had received about me were sound and I had only ever helped this other person. I still don't know who that is! However, the reason why I mention this is twofold. I trusted Emmie's word that he was a great guy, had never made any unwelcome advances and had only ever acted properly but I wanted more proof of this. I didn't know how to go about this until, on a discussion about incest, Emmie said, quite innocently, that she wanted to get much closer to him. I was soon to discover that she wasn't talking about just snuggling on the settee, but not necessarily an affair or even anything sexual! The comment was a little confusing but I decided to let it go a little. Her experience with her boyfriend had released two emotions. The first was of a yearning for a man's touch but the second was of a distrust of any guy she may meet. Her focus had seemed, maybe subliminally, to move a little way towards a man she knew she could trust. Earlier in our chats, I was sure that Emmie had said that she really didn't want anything to do with older guys, even after I had expressed my opinion on them being much better lovers than boys her age, but as she relaxed more into our conversations, she dropped this comment about her stepdad, suggesting that she had implied it before. I rarely miss comments like that so I was a little taken aback but proud of her honesty in what, to some, would be a completely taboo subject. Fearing that it could have been said for dramatic effect, though I truly didn't believe that it was, I grilled her further in our next online chat session and I made a suggestion but phrased it as a semi-teasing question. Emmie: Hi Rach Rachael: Hi babes, how are you? Emmie: I'm good, just a bit bored today, everyone out at work. Rachael: Awww poor thing. You really floored me with your comments yesterday! Emmie: Which ones? Rachael: In particular about your stepdad! Emmie: haha sorry Rachael: Don't apologise! Were you serious? Emmie: Would you think less of me if I was? Rachael: I'd never think less of anyone as long as they were being honest! Emmie: Well yes, I was being totally serious, I think! Rachael: OK cool! And what do you think he would feel about that? Emmie: haha I don't think he would do anything about it. Rachael: Why not? Emmie: Because I don't think he is ever going to think that way. Rachael: You mean you wouldn't think he would be that open minded? Emmie: Yep Rachael: Well, from what you have told me about the way you do massages on each other and the fact that he put you onto me, I think he is probably more liberal minded than you think! Emmie: Good point and now I think about it, there are two other things! Rachael: What are they? Emmie: I remember he told me that he used to visit the nudist beaches here. Rachael: Well if it was Mantomata beach, he may be bisexual too!!!! Emmie: haha Rachael: So, he may be more adventurous! You agree? Emmie: Maybe but we'll never know will we? Rachael: Maybe not, but what was the other thing? Emmie: I think he shaves his cock! I nearly fell off my chair as this came on the screen, said in the way that only a 14 year old girl could deliver Rachael: Hahahahaha where did that come from? Emmie: Well I shave his back sometimes if mum isn't here and he has said that he hates body hair, even does his legs and I've never seen any curly hair sticking out of his underpants. Rachael: Would you like to know for sure on all of the points? Would you like to know what he thinks? Emmie: How? Rachael: We could ask him! Emmie: Err I don't think I can just ask my stepdad if he shaves his balls and all the other things! Rachael: You don't have to! Emmie: huh?? Rachael: I can ask him! Emmie: How? Rachael: You tell him to contact me, the same way he got you to contact me! Emmie: But for what reason? Won't he get suspicious? Rachael: Not if you say that I want to thank him and I sometimes ask open minded adults to help me with a bit of a secret survey. He's not going to say no if you say that I am really helping you! Emmie: I'm not sure if I can Rachael: Just think, you can ask him any question you like! You can find out anything you want! And if you want to know if you could ever get closer to him in a more personal way, we can find out if that is a dangerous thing to try or a welcome one! What do you think? Emmie: I think it's scary and you are mad! Rachael: Yes and possibly! Emmie: hahahaha Rachael: So, shall we do it? There was quite a long pause. Emmie: Yes! But you are not going to tell him anything about our chats are you? Rachael: NEVER!!! But you will see everything he says to me! Fair? Emmie: OK, it's a bit mean but OK! Rachael: The deal is between US, not between me and him! I am here to help you, and HE suggested it! This is just helping you more! Emmie: OK, let's do it! My main reason had been to find out if she had been pulling my leg with her comments about her stepdad, but Emmie's words had completely eradicated those thoughts. I was now incredibly excited about asking him some really personal questions, assuming he would say yes! I hoped that my hunch about his willingness to help was right but, I needn't have worried. Emmie sent me an email, the next day, saying he sounded a little suspicious but that she had soon allayed his fears. He was going to set up a new email account and get in touch. Now, any readers of my work will know that I can be quite verbose in my build up and my descriptions of events and I hate to miss out those tiny and important details. For this story though, I will dispense with relating all of my conversations with Jack. I will summarise to say that Jack was indeed, a very open minded guy but was not without his own history. When he was 11, he was repeatedly abused by a local guy who tricked him into several visits to his house, bribing him with his own pushbike. It is a long and sad story but on the final visit, he was fucked by two grown men. He kept this secret for over 35 years. With his blessing, I shared this story with Emmie and immediately, I had increased the already strong bond between the two. In short though, there didn't appear to be anything sexual on his mind in relation to his daughter (we don't use the step-daughter name). He accepted that she was a little hottie and due to an error on her part, he was treated to a very pleasant flash of her young breasts, a few weeks before I chatted to him. It took me a while to extract the opinion from him but his own words were that her breasts were indeed, "Perfect". I'll be honest insofar as I was a little jealous that he had seen her naked chest and I told her so. I didn't expect the next gift in my inbox though, a photo of a grinning Emmie, stood in her bathroom, her incredible chest fully exposed. `Perfect' was too insignificant a word. I know that some may say I am making a big deal out of a pair of tits but the shape, the flawless skin and the pale, hard little nipples just begged for the caress of my lips and I was powerless to oblige. I emailed my gratitude and total devotion to her beautiful boobs! I think she appreciated my words. I hope she did anyway! The upshot of this was that I was now communicating privately with both of them. My online chats with Jack would be shown in their entirety to Emmie by email but he was never really aware of that. I think he suspected it but their relationship seemed to have always been based on honesty so I think he just let it go. Between me asking my own questions and asking some for Emmie too, we discovered so many little intricacies about Jack and without thinking, I believe I was also fuelling a desire for Emmie to get even closer. Even then though, I never expected it to become a sexual thing, just something more than they already had. Emmie's mum worked away a lot and this gave them quite a bit of `alone time' and unbeknown to me, Emmie was already planning her move. She had told me in the early days of chatting that it was not uncommon for their household to give each other massages. In some ways, it became a bribery currency between them but it was rarely done with oils and more often than not, done through clothing. In the summer months, Emmie would give Jack a massage while he was shirtless but this was not deemed to be inappropriate! A warm July evening after Emmie had been playing volleyball and without realising it at the time, this was the day of becoming much closer with Jack. This story was written a good time after the event and my conversations with both of them has allowed me to be able to write a truly detailed history of events on that day and beyond. Emmie and Jack Part 1 – The Massage Jack had finished work and poured himself an iced drink. The sun was still beating down and a glance at the weather station showed it to be 32º in the shade. He kicked of his shoes, took a chair under the parasol and took a long slug from the glass. He had barely begun to relax when his phone bleeped loudly making him curse out loud. It was a message from Emmie. `HI SORRY TO BE A PAIN IN THE BUM BUT CAN YOU PICK ME UP FROM THE BEACH? BEEN PLAYING VOLLEYBALL AND I THINK I HAVE PULLED A MUSCLE. HURTS TO WALK. SORREEEEEEEEE!!!! LOVE YOU!' He smiled softly. He could hear Emmie's voice saying the `Sorreeeeeeee' and imagined the silly smile that went with it. He adored his daughter and even though he wasn't her biological father, nobody would ever suggest that she wasn't his little girl! He replied to say that he was on his way and told her to hobble to the nearby car park. Jack gulped down the rest of his drink, grabbed the car keys and set off. Twenty minutes later, Jack was helping Emmie out of the car and with an arm around his waist, she hopped into the house and Jack plonked her, unceremoniously on the settee. He took an ice pack and a soft drink to her and said she should press the pack onto the sore muscle. "I think it would be better if you gave me a massage!" She said in her best, moaning voice. "Awww Em, I've just finished work honey! Let me at least chill for a bit!" She turned up the whinge a little, "But I ache EVERYWHERE! I'm gonna die!" Jack laughed, "I thought it was just your leg?" "Those girls are fucking bitches how they play!" Emmie blushed a little at her comment. She had only just started using curse words with Jack but he rarely told her off for it, usually just smiling when she did. She continued, "Anyway, you must owe me at least a kazillion massages by now, surely I can cash in a nice, full body one?" "A kazillion?" Jack asked. "At least!" She emphasised. "Please Jack! My legs, my shoulders and my back are killing me! I now know what it's like to be old like you!" She giggled at her own joke and Jack slapped her leg. "That's not the way to convince me to help, lady!" "I'm sorry, but please will you? " Her last plea was with full fluttering eyelashes and hands clasped together, pleading. "OK, go up to our room, put the towels on the bed and get yourself ready, I'll dig out the oil. Do you think you can drag your damaged body that far?" Jack's comment nearly earned him a return slap but he dodged the swing. Emmie pulled herself up the stairs, went to her room and pulled off her shorts and T-shirt. She still had her swimming costume on so she grabbed three towels, went to her parents' room and covered the bed. She groaned with pain as she lay herself down on her belly. Jack was a couple of minutes behind her. As he walked into the room, the view that met him made him stop in his tracks. Emmie was laid on her front, dressed only in her new, brightly coloured bikini, the tassels falling down her back from the top and the ones from the bikini bottoms, lay beside her on the bed. Suddenly, Emmie didn't look like his little girl anymore, it was the body of a woman lay on the towels now, the curves of her bottom, more revealed than he had noticed before as the pants had ridden up a little, revealing a little more of the soft white flesh that usually laid hidden beneath. Without even realising, he mouthed a `Wow' to himself as he walked over to the bed. The room was warm so Jack pulled off his T-shirt and then walked over to the bed where Emmie had her face towards him, eyes shut with a contended smile, awaiting her massage. Quite innocently, he spotted a problem but quickly offered a solution. "Errr Emmie, I'm not going to be able to use the oil or it will probably stain your new bikini! I'll just do it without the oil, OK?" As he spoke, Jack placed the bottle down on the bedside table and moved to Emmie's shoulders, ready to begin. "Nooooo!" Emmie moaned, "I need a proper massage! My muscles are killing me! Just go out of the room for a minute!" "Why?" Jack asked. "Jack, don't be dumb! I'll take my top off but I don't want you in to see that!" Jack felt flushed. His daughter was about to be all but naked in front of him and the emotion which washed over him was a confusing one. He didn't say anything apart from an `OK' and he waited for Emmie to call him back in. As he re-entered the room, he had to stifle a gasp. She was back in position, face down and her bikini top had been discarded on the floor but Jack's eyes were not drawn to the discarded top. As he saw Emmie on the bed, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the small bulge of her breasts and then back to her bum again. He moved to the bed and then felt horror as he felt his cock begin to stiffen slightly in his shorts. He grabbed the oil and breathed out slowly, focussing his mind elsewhere. This was just wrong, how could he get an erection by looking at his little girl? Almost as an answer he scanned her body again as he filled his hand with oil. As if answering his own question, he heard a voice in his head snigger, `How could you NOT get a hard on? She looks like a grown woman, lay almost naked on YOUR bed!' He rubbed the oil between his hands then started to spread it across Emmie's shoulders. Her face was turned sideways on the pillow, eyes closed and Jack smiled when he saw a grin form on her face. He moved slowly but firmly around the upper part of her back and she purred that it felt `So good'. Spurred on by the encouragement, he worked his thumbs up the back of her neck, causing a couple of satisfying clicks as he removed the knots and tensions in his little girl. He then continued across her upper back and shoulders but innocently complained that this position was awkward and he was twisting his own back. "Straddle me!" Emmie said quickly, "It's what you do when you usually massage my back on the settee!" Jack believed she was saying it in all innocence but he was suddenly more aware that she was only wearing bikini bottoms, "Yeah, but this is a bit different, isn't it?" Emmie chuckled and sarcastically said, "OK, well if you don't want to be more comfortable, it's up to you!" Then she quickly added, "But if you WANT to be more comfortable, you are only allowed to wear underpants, then we are even!" Jack heard the comment as his daughter being her usual self; a little cocky with a touch of cheekiness thrown in and a sprinkle of devilment. As he pulled down his shorts though, he was thankful for her head being turned the opposite way. His briefs were not doing much of a job of hiding his erection and he knew he would have to be a little more careful as he climbed onto the bed and threw his leg over Emmie. As he resumed the massage, his still hardening cock was millimetres away from her sweet bottom, separated by just two layers of thin cotton. His mind was doing somersaults and he tried desperately to focus on the job in hand, removing Emmie's aches. At first, this was going well. His cock brushed the cheeks of her bum a few times but there appeared to be no reaction from the girl and the massage was going well, earning moans of encouragement from Emmie. As his hands moved to her sides though, his hands repeatedly brushed against the bulges of her breasts. They felt so soft, yet firm and his cock rose quickly to full mast. It wasn't helped by the fact that Emmie bit her lip softly and the moans were softer, more like sighs. This was killing Jack. Now, this wasn't a picnic for Emmie either! She hadn't believed that she had actually made the comment, telling Jack to straddle her and then, to add to the craziness, she had told him to do it in his underwear! She knew she had seen him in underwear all the time, but telling her dad to strip to his briefs, well it just felt weird, but also empowering. It was a mixed emotion! She was pretty impressed that she hadn't flinched when she felt his cock touch her bum though. It was definitely hard, really hard and it sent a tingle straight to her pussy. She had focussed on breathing normally and dismissing it as accidental but, when his hand brushed once, then twice and then multiple times against the side of her tits, she bit her lip hard and couldn't contain the soft whimper that had left her lips. Had Jack heard it? Did she care if he did? The soft brush of his fingertips was delicious and a part of her wanted to lift up to allow him to take her boobs in his whole hand. She didn't though, she just bit her lip harder and enjoyed every second, almost upset as the massage moved to her lower back. It was a double disappointment because his whole body moved lower, away from her bum and she felt the bulge of his balls, now resting gently on the back of her thigh. Jack noticed the look of pleasure on Emmie's face, dissipate slightly as he kneaded the muscles on her lower back. The pleasant noises from her lips turned to small growls of pain but Emmie reassured him that it was OK and of course, "No pain, no gain!" He carried on, his thumbs going deeper into her milky flesh and his cock, finally going down again out of compassion for the pain that his girl was clearly suffering. Jack worked the lower back for quite a while, allowing the small yelps of pain to turn into more satisfied moans. As Emmie relaxed a little, he allowed himself to give longer strokes again, reaching her shoulders and neck a few times and just a couple more runs up her sides, feeling his heart melt as he felt the firmer breast tissue. He was sure he saw another flickering smile on his girl's face as he did it. He dismissed this as relaxed contentment. He was wrong. As the lower back neared completion, Jack looked at his daughter's bum, clad in her new bikini bottoms. "Do you want me to do your glutes Emmie?" Emmie chuckled, "Since when did you start calling my bum, my glutes?" They shared the giggle but she continued, "I told you, all my muscles are killing me, so yes if you're OK with that!" "Well you had better go and change into some other panties." Jack said softly, "This oil will wreck your bikini! I'll turn away if you want to go and change." Emmie hadn't even thought of that but her state of relaxation, added to a little bit of horny rebel, she made the first of two bold moves. She reached for the tassels on her bikini bottoms and pulled sharply, feeling the material go loose. She glanced over to jack who had stood off the bed and had his back to her so she pulled her remaining clothing from her crotch and threw it at Jack's feet. "OK, I'm ready! Get to work!" Jack saw the material at his feet and spun around to see his naked daughter as she turned her head away again. Her smooth bottom, as he had never seen it before, was drawing him back to the bed, his throat feeling dry and his underwear becoming much tighter again. He was about to climb back onto the bed when Emmie made her second bold move. "I think the clothing thing is unfair again!" Jack struggled to find words. Had his daughter just told him to get naked? Correction! Had his NAKED daughter, now laid before him, legs slightly parted and shaved pussy exposed a little, had she just told him to get naked? "Really?" He asked in a hoarse whisper. Emmie just nodded. She was glad that Jack couldn't see the shock on her face, the shock that she had actually uttered those words. She heard the sound of material, sliding down his legs, then felt Jack climbing onto the bed and her heart raced with anticipation. She had no idea WHAT she was anticipating but the adrenaline was coursing through her teenage veins and when she felt his naked balls against her leg, she also felt a surge of warmth hit her pussy. She just prayed that the moisture wouldn't be visible. That prayer was in vain! Jack also had that same feeling as his shaved balls came into contact with Emmie's leg. He prayed that his cock would deflate a little but that was never going to happen and he was as hard as he had ever been in his entire life. His engorged meat was pulsing, just millimetres above her leg and his eyes were drawn to her perfect bottom and visible, hairless slit. Crazily, his first thought was , "Hey, she shaves! Must run in the family!" He had the massage oil in his hand but his stare had obviously lasted a little too long because he was brought back to consciousness by a little sarcasm. "Waiting for Christmas?" Emmie said with a smile in her voice. Jack swatted at her bum which made her jump and then yelp with the pain of her muscles. He was thankful of a little normality returning, if that was ever going to be possible as he sat with a hard on, straddling his naked, teenaged daughter! "Cheeky sod!" He said and loaded his hands with oil. He leant forward and placed a hand on each cheek and started a deep rub, his thumbs meeting at the crack of her bum. As they both moved outwards again, Jack felt his heart rate surge as the cheeks moved outwards revealing her arsehole and opening her pussy lips a little. Her bum hole was a pleasant sight (let's not kid ourselves) but, as her pussy lips separated, it was clear to Jack that she was very wet indeed. This sent his mind into a spin and his dick pulsed even harder. Desperately, he tried to focus on the massage but every movement was moving those wet lips and blinking was becoming impossible. Added to this, the purring, yes, fucking purring from Emmie was pure torture. He moved to using both hands on each cheek and whether it was to make the massage better or just for his own exploratory means, one of his hands, on each rub would go deeper into the crack and occasionally brushed against her bum hole, tormenting his aching groin even more. Again, the hellish torment wasn't one sided. As soon as Jack had touched her bum, Emmie was in sensory Heaven but when the sides of his hands brushed her rear entrance, she had to focus on not screaming out in joy. It was becoming too much and when she felt his cock, occasionally bobbing down onto her leg, Emmie knew it had already gone beyond the point of saying stop. Far from this, she wanted to feel more and she already knew what her next step was. As the `glutes' massage was coming to an end, Jack said it was time to do her legs but she quickly asked, "Before you do my legs, could you just do another five minutes on my shoulders?" They both knew what this would entail. Jack mumbled an OK and Emmie felt him sliding up her body, resting his balls at the base of her bottom. Then he leant forward to grip her shoulders and she exhaled slowly as the full length of his cock rested gently on the crack of her bum. She desperately tried to stay quiet and any noises she made, she tried to make them appear to be about the shoulder massage. Jack was incredibly confused! He looked at his prick, nestled softly in his daughter's bum cheeks and he genuinely didn't know what to think or do so he just focussed on the massage. He asked the double entendre question, "Does that feel OK?" Emmie smiled broadly, seeing through his question in an instant, "It feels amazing, Jack! Thank you!" The answer left Jack even more confused. Had she just played the same game back? Either way, the smile was genuine so he worked on her neck a little longer before finally moving to her legs. To do her legs, Jack decided that it would be easier to stand next to the bed. He thought this would be a chance to calm things down again but when he asked where the worst pain was, he knew that the merciless battle with his conscience wasn't over. Emmie said that her inner thighs were agony and she spread her legs a little more, revealing more of those tiny moist lips. Jack just said, "OK" and loaded up his hands again. He started at her feet, giving her a firm foot massage and finally seeing his tool return to a flaccid state. He focussed hard on being professional, desperately not wanting to see his little girl as the hot naked girl on his bed. He knew, as his hands moved higher, that was not going to be easy. Her calves were also an easy job to do but, as he finally moved higher again, Emmie opened her legs even more and he heard the moisture as her lips opened a little more and her sweet, virgin hole was open for his stare. His eyes were drawn to the dark opening, just the size of his little finger and he felt a tremble of lust go right through his soul. He shook his head and averted his gaze downwards, only to see his own organ at full mast, once again. He groaned softly. "Are you OK?" Emmie asked with genuine concern. "Yeah, I'm fine!" Jack offered, his voice a little melancholy, "It's just that ......." His voice faded away. "It's just that, what?" Emmie questioned, even softer. Jack found its voice, "I'm OK, it's just that this feels so strange! Do I really have to spell that out to you?" There was a pleading in his voice, clearly not wanting to vocalise this anymore. "No, you don't!" She said, a comforting tone in her voice, "But please don't stop! This is the best massage ever!" Jack took comfort that she hadn't said anything sexual. It had clearly turned her on, they were both naked but he managed to convince himself that it didn't have to be sexual, despite the fact that he was already planning the wank after they were done and he smiled as he thought that Emmie was probably planning the same. He didn't realise that she had planned exactly how she wanted to orgasm that day and it wasn't going to be by her own hand, no way! Jack started work on her thighs, his eyes constantly being drawn to Emmie's holes, both visible with the parted legs and both pulsing with his movements. He was unconsciously avoiding going too high on her inside leg but Emmie wanted his hands higher, she wanted contact! "The worst pain is right at the top on the inside!" She said, sounding genuine. "It would be!" Jack replied without thinking. "Please Jack!" He didn't reply, he just moved higher, his fingers probing deeper into her flesh and after the third rub on her left leg, the back of his hand nudged her cunt for the first time. Emmie groaned, a little too loudly and Jack felt the slick juice on the back of his hand. His mind was instantly filled with the thought and sight of his wet hand, her love juice on HIS hand that he didn't hear any of her moans, not one. His hand hit a second and a third time and he was transfixed, staring at that slick mark and he desperately wanted to taste it, but that was so wrong on every level but when Emmie asked if he would do the other thigh, he couldn't resist. He brought his had up and swiped his tongue through the teen nectar and he was sure his heart had stopped. His little girl's juices danced across his tongue and their sweet tang told his brain to dive in and drink from her. He resisted with every ounce of his being but, as his hands moved to massage her right leg, he knew he wanted to coat his other hand with more. The back of his left hand hit her pussy six or seven times and he was sure to get as much of that honey as he could. He thought he was being quite subtle but Emmie sensed differently and she was fearful that she was about to come on his hand at any point. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was panting. The massage was agony because of her muscles but the screams from her wet cunt were the ones that were ripping through her brain. She had never imagined that those few touches would send her so fucking crazy and when Jack finally stopped, it took her a good few moments to realise he had stopped. Jack finished the right leg and saw that Emmie was in a whole other place. He naively thought it was because of the massage and he took a long, slow swipe with his tongue to enjoy her flavour again. After his third lick, he knelt down by Emmie's ear. "Was that to Madame's satisfaction? Feel better?" Emmie turned her head to face him and smiled. Her mind then went into overdrive, she wanted more. "I thought you said it was a full body massage?" And with that, she turned over and exposed her whole body to her stepdad. "Emmie, I err..." Jack faltered as he took in the beautiful body now in front of him. "You sure?" The young girl just nodded, took Jack's hand and pulled him to the bed, indicating that he should straddle her again, her eyes never leaving the hard, seven inches of uncut penis which pointed out from his body. He positioned himself over her, his tool sat on top of her slit and Emmie took the oil from the bedside table and poured an excessive amount over her tits. She then took Jack's hands and placed them to his chest and whispered, "Gently!" Jack sighed as he started to caress, not massage, the firm teen breasts in his hands. The firm nipples were almost enough to make him shoot his load up there to add to the oil but he managed to hold it back, with much effort. He continued to toy, tease and fondle those perfect mounds for a long while and then moved his hands to her perfect, taut belly but then his confusion came in, where was this going to end? Emmie clearly felt his new nervousness and took his hands in her own. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other. Emmie whispered, "Make me come!" Jack tried to respond but he couldn't formulate a single word. Emmie helped him with just three words. "Lick me! Please!" Jack was stunned into silence. He tried to speak again, looking deep into the teen's eyes, trying to find a reason to say no. He licked his lips, involuntarily, the tang of Emmie's juices still there, giving a million reasons to say yes. He was still immobile as Emmie gave another plaintive "Please!" and her hand moved to wrap around his painfully hard prick. He gasped and looked down at the tiny hand, wrapped around his manhood and saw her stroke him gently and at that moment, any possible notion of denying her request, dissipated and vacated his mind. Jack leant forward, kissed Emmie's cheek and whispered softly, speaking the absolute truth. "My pleasure!" Emmie closed her eyes tightly as she felt her stepdad sliding down her body, kissing a line down the centre of her body, moving closer and closer to the furnace of her sex. As he reached the sweet prize, he moved to the side and kissed all the flesh of her shaved, pubic mound causing the young girl to pant and sob her pleas to satisfy her. Jack's own excitement couldn't hold him off very long and his memory of that pussy hole, open and calling to him was just too much. He buried his face, hard into her teen cunt and pushed his tongue as deep as he could manage. Emmie screamed with joy and raised her hips to the tongue that invaded her virgin hole. She grabbed at Jack's hair, pulled him firmly against her, not caring if he could breathe. Jack swirled his tongue in the divine little honey pot and drank deeply from the copious flow, proud of the writhing which he was causing in his little girl, knowing that she was about to explode as he moved his tongue to the hood that held her incredibly hard clitty. He was right! As his flicking tongue made contact, Emmie gasped and sat upright. "Oh fuck Jack! Just there, oh God, just there!" She fell back on the bed and wrapped her sore legs around his neck, never wanting to let him go! She gripped his hair, then the sheets on the bed as she threw her head from side to side and then, despite neither of them thinking it was possible, she went even wilder! Jack slid his middle finger into her pussy, finding the tight hole of virginity in her hymen. He slid deeper, careful not to break or rip that delicate film of skin but determined to probe inside her as his furious lapping of her continued. His experience told him that she was already close so he built up the intensity of every move of his finger and tongue. His free hand lifted her slightly and as he removed his finger from her hole, he sensed disappointment. He felt even more as he stopped his assault on her clit but a renewed gasp of joy came as his tongue found her anus! Emmie accepted his lifting of her legs as his tongue tickled deeper into her rosebud and she moved her hand to finish the job on her pussy. Jack stopped her and she begged for release. Reluctantly, he gave a final lick of her bum and allowed her to go back down onto the bed. "Please finish me off!" Emmie begged Without a word, Jack dove back into the moisture, almost growling as he drank from her and then moved back to her clitty to end her torment. His tongue was a blur and his fingers teased around her wet lips and hole and in less than a minute, her climax came and every nerve in her little body exploded. She saw flashing lights and was convinced she could hear cheering inside her head! Jack continued a soft lapping at the continued flow as she came down from her high and finally had to tell him to stop, the sensitivity too great to carry on. Jack lifted his head and moved up the bed, his cock now painfully hard. As his prick came closer to Emmie's pussy, he suddenly had his own, ridiculous urges. His normal way of sex was to lick his partner to orgasm and then to slide his hard cock into their hole. He watched as he came closer and despite the fact that he knew he wasn't going to fuck Emmie, he couldn't resist and he rubbed his tool around the hole, watching it move the wet lips around, desperately resisting the yearning to slide inside. He looked up into Emmie's eyes. She smiled at him. "Maybe next time?" She said with no hint of sarcasm "Next time?" Jack asked, realising that he hadn't thought beyond the next 2 minutes, let alone the future. Emmie sat up and rolled Jack onto his back. "Of course next time! But for now, I want to do something to you!" She kissed his nose, then his chin and then began her own trail down his body. Jack closed his eyes, he knew it was wrong but the most beautiful girl he knew was kissing her way down to his cock. He still had her sweet taste in his mouth and he knew that their new level of a relationship was going to make a beautiful future. What happened next? I think we will leave that for another time but Emmie was right! There were many, many many `Next times'! REMEMBER, drop me a line to tell me what you think!! rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk Also, please remember to donate to nifty to keep this resource alive, Thank you!