Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2022 18:30:28 -0400
From: Jon Matthew AD <twoguystories@gmail.com>
Subject: Cora's Special Place 16

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Cora's Special Place

Chapter 16

by Jon and Matthew

Thursday, after school, Jill held Cora's hand as they walked back to the
classroom, feeling as though everything was right again, at least for a
little while.

She missed Melissa as much as Cora, but she was so used to spending
afternoons with Cora already that when it didn't happen, she just felt a
hole in her life.

So, when they got back to the classroom, she kept Cora's hand in hers and
walked them to her desk chair.

She sat down and lifted Cora into her lap facing her and hugged her tight,
smelling her neck and hair, rubbing her back up and down.

Cora didn't speak, just squeezed her arms around Jill's neck tightly, until
Jill finally let go.

"You hugged me like you hug Mommy," Cora said.

God, what a girl, so smart, so insightful and observant, and so, so pretty.

"That's because I love you like I love your mommy, sweet girl," Jill said.

Cora smiled but then put on her thinking face for long seconds.

"Then, why don't you kiss me like you kiss Mommy?" she said, finally.

Well, shit.

"Well, sweetheart, because I don't think Mommy would like that," Jill said.

"Why?"

It was time to give her an explanation. They'd talked about kissing before,
that even the lip kisses had to be a secret from Mommy, but Cora deserved
to know why.

"Well, sweet girl, some grownups don't think that they should kiss little
girls and boys like that," Jill said.

"It's naughty?" Cora asked.

Well yes, but not in the very best way.

"Yes, that's what they think. And I think your mommy thinks it would be a
bad thing if I kissed you like that," Jill said.

"Oh," Cora said. "But you do want to kiss me like you kiss Mommy?"

"Oh, god, sweet girl, I want to so much, I can hardly stand it sometimes,"
Jill said.

"Oh," Cora said, looking sad.

"No being sad, sweet girl. We can hug, and we kiss like we did in the
shower sometimes, just not very much. We show each other love in lots of
ways, right?" Jill said.

It would have to do, and she wanted Cora happy.

"Yeah," Cora answered, smiling again.

"Good," Jill said, kissing her cheek because...she couldn't kiss her lips
right then, or else...

"Jill?"

"Yes, sweet girl?"

She pulled Cora closer to her because she had to. Their faces were close.

"I have something to tell you, but I don't know how to," Cora said.

Jill urged Cora to sit, straddling her lap. Of course, it was dangerous,
but she just couldn't care.

"Well, baby, is it something you saw or something you did?" Jill said.

"I saw it when we were in the woods," Cora said.

"Okay, well, why don't you tell me everything you can, and I'll see if I
understand and maybe I can help you understand. Is that okay?" Jill said.

"Yeah," Cora said, pausing a good while again, likely gathering her
thoughts. "Well, when me and Mommy and Ella were in the woods, I was
exploring and taking pictures of all the trees and bugs and flowers, and
there was a lady out there."

"Okay. Did you know this lady?" Jill asked.

"Well, I never talked to her, but she's always at our special place
whenever we go. Mommy calls her Grandma," Cora said.

Now, Jill knew this was going in a way that was naughty in the good
way. She decided not to remind Cora that she'd been there by saying she
knew who Grandma was.

"Okay, what was Grandma doing?" Jill said, rubbing Cora's back to encourage
her to talk.

"Well, she was wearing this really nice dress, and I saw her walking around
a lot while we were out there. But then she did something..." She paused
again.

"Did she scare you, sweet girl?" Jill asked because she had to.

"No, I like her. She's pretty, and she always smiles. I just don't
understand what she was doing," Cora said.

"Good. Well tell me what she was doing. Just do the best you can, okay?"
Jill said.

"Well she was walking on the path, and then she started looking off to one
side and then stopped and then she got this really happy look on her face
and then she leaned on a tree and pulled her dress up and..." Cora said.

"And?" Jill said, rubbing Cora's back more.

"She wasn't wearing any panties, and she rubbed her kitty really hard,"
Cora said.

"Was she still looking out at whatever she saw?" Jill asked.

"Yeah." Cora said.  "Jill?"

Question time, Jill thought.

"Yes, baby?" Jill asked.

"How come she had no hair down there like me?" Cora asked.

Fuck me. Okay, just the facts.

"Well, because some people don't grow it, and some people shave it off. You
get it when you're older, baby girl," Jill said, and the image of Grandma's
shaved cunt and shaving Cora's when she started to grow it, flashed in her
mind's eye.

"Did anything else happen?" Jill asked.

"Well, after she rubbed her kitty for a while, she grabbed one of her
boobs. She didn't have to pull the dress down because there were these big
holes she just put her hand inside. Then..."

Jill couldn't help kissing Cora's temple. "Take your time, sweetness."

A few seconds later, Cora said, "She was rubbing her kitty and boob and
then..." Jill waited, and Cora whispered, "She peed."

Jill dropped her head forward on Cora's shoulder, careful not to put too
much pressure on her.

Just like a few weeks earlier, when Cora was telling her how she liked to
pee, Jill pulled Cora closer and pressed her forehead to Cora's. Not a
coincidence.

She couldn't confuse Cora even more by telling her she didn't think it was
pee, and she couldn't think of a way to ask so she was sure. So, she moved
on.

"Did you like watching her, baby?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, it made my kitty tingle a lot, almost as much as when I saw the
pictures of you and Mommy naked," Cora said.

Jill hugged her again, just like she had when they first sat down. Cora
squeezed her just as hard.

"I love you, sweet girl. I love you so much, you and Mommy." It was all she
could do. She had to channel what she was feeling into words that Cora
understood and knew were absolutely, positively true. She couldn't ask if
Cora touched herself that night because it would be too much.

"I love you too," Cora said.

Jill heard her sniffle, like she was feeling what Jill was feeling, the
love, the lust, the pure joy, the frustration.

She knew that, in her way, Cora was, if only she understood it all.

"Hey, sweet girl," Jill said, rubbing her back. "It'll be okay. Talking to
you about these things makes me so happy."

She let go of Cora and let her settle again.

"Good," Cora said, softly.

"I have a question for you," Jill said, pressing Cora's nose with the tip
of her finger, trying to lighten the mood.

"What?" Cora asked.

"Do you think Grandma saw you?" Jill asked.

"No, I was hiding real good behind a tree," Cora said, smiling.

"Did you take pictures?" Jill asked, putting a little mischief in her
voice.

Cora turned red.

Jill exhaled and fell back against her chair, keeping her hands loosely on
Cora's back and smiling.

"I think I need to see these pictures," Jill said.

No use hiding it. Cora didn't need to know what drove that need. Maybe she
knew anyway, but Jill wouldn't ask.

"Okay, can I tell you one more thing?" Cora said.

"Of course you can. What is it?" Jill said, though it could be
dangerous. She could collect herself on the way home.

"Well, after Ella's recital, we went out to eat with Ella and Trish, and
when we were eating, Trish put her hand on my leg and kept scratching it on
the inside. It felt really nice," Cora said.

Well, well, horny girl, Jill thought.

"Were you wearing a dress?" Jill asked.

"Yes, my kitty dress," Cora said.

Cora's news, including the dress, didn't add to her arousal so much as made
Jill think that every girl over the age of ten must have a crush on Cora,
and who could blame them?

It also made Jill wonder how much Cora talked to Trish. She was sure Cora
would tell her if Trish had touched her before that or more than that, but
she still wondered how much Trish spied on Cora or flirted with her.

Cora may not know if she was being flirted with. She was oblivious to the
waitress at Olive Garden, after all.

But, maybe Cora had a crush, too.

"Tell me how did it feel nice, baby?" Jill said, smiling. She wasn't
jealous. How could she be, considering Abby?

"It made me all tingly like when I'm around you and Mommy," Cora answered.

"But not as tingly as when you saw Grandma rubbing her kitty," Jill said.

"No...I don't know why, though," Cora said.

"That, my sweet girl, is way more than you can understand right now," Jill
said.

"Okay," Cora said, looking resigned to that being all the information she'd
get today. "Will you tell me later?"

"I'll tell you when I think you'll understand it, baby. After I tell you
more stuff about your body and making love and answer more of your
questions, okay?" Jill asked. "Have you tried touching yourself more?"

"Yeah, I do it in the shower or in bed at night. Last time I did it in the
morning when I was peeing," Cora said, turning bright red.

"Well, you like that, right?" Jill said

"Yes," Cora said with a little smile, still red in the face. "Can we go
home now and look at the pictures?" Cora asked.

"Yes, baby, we can. But, there's one more thing I need to tell you," Jill
said. Cora looked at her with a bright face but said nothing. "I need to
tell you that there's nothing at all wrong with the things that you feel,
okay? About Grandma, or Trish, or me or Mommy...nothing. Grandma was
feeling those same things when you were watching, and she was just feeling
good. Do you understand?"

Cora's natural color came back into her face steadily.

"Yeah," Cora said, nodding. "I know it's good to have those feelings. I
just know Mommy wouldn't like it."

"Well, we love her anyway, don't we?" Jill said, tickling Cora's belly.

"Yeah," Cora said, laughing.

"And, guess what?" Jill asked.

"What?" Cora asked.

Jill whispered her answer "I get tingly when I'm with you and Mommy, too."

Cora's mouth gaped open, and she looked like she might come out of her skin
because of all the questions she couldn't articulate.

Jill decided to just let her think for a while.

"Let's go, sweet girl," Jill said.

So, they got ready and left, but Cora was silent all the way home.

Her expression settled into Jill's favorite thinking, puzzled face and
stayed that way the whole trip.

But, as Jill was unbuckling her, Cora finally burst out with, "Do you get
tingly when it's just me or just Mommy or only when we're together?"

Jill leaned against the back of the seat and just stared at Cora,
flabbergasted. This girl's mind was so beautiful, Jill almost cried, but,
of course, that was nothing new.

"Oh, sweet girl, I get tingly every time I see you, whether you're with
Mommy or not," Jill said.

"Even when we're in school?" Cora said. Jill knew she meant in a classroom
full of students.

"Yes," Jill said, blinking.

"And when you see Mommy, too?"

"Yes," Jill said, clearing her throat because it was suddenly full of
lumps.

Before she shed a tear, she picked Cora up and took her in. She couldn't
bear to let go of her just yet.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" Cora said, running immediately there as soon
as Jill put her down.

Jill thought that was a little odd even given the circumstances, so she
followed.

When she got there, the door was ajar just enough that Jill could look in
and see Cora on the toilet, but she decided, at first, to lean against the
wall next to the door.

Then, she heard it.

First, a rustle of clothes, then Cora making little sounds. They weren't
moans so much as whimpers, but she was doing something.

Jill peeked around the door.

Sure enough, Cora was sitting on the toilet with her pants around her
ankles, and she was rubbing her pussy.

Jill still had a mix of emotions running through her. It didn't surprise
her that Cora was rubbing herself in general, but it did tell Jill that
their conversation must have turned Cora on some, though she wouldn't have
said it that way.

Jill watched. She watched not because it was particularly arousing, though
it was, but because it was her chance to see how Cora touched herself and
maybe why she was still frustrated.

It obviously felt good, but Cora also seemed to be trying for that "good
feeling" she saw Mommy have.

Jill kept watching, getting lost in the sight, starting to feel the
arousal, and then Cora let out the stream of pee Jill had pretty much
expected.

And, she kept rubbing herself!

But, just as suddenly as that surprise hit Jill, she heard the front door
open.

Melissa was home.

Jill pulled the door not all the way closed but so nobody could see in.

She didn't want to let on that she'd been watching.

Jill went into the living room to find Melissa already lying on the couch.

Jill wanted to lie down with her, but that probably wasn't the best idea.

"Hi, baby doll. Hard day?" she said, looking down at her.

"Every day is a hard day," Melissa said.

"Aww, poor baby. Well, can I do anything for you?" Jill asked.

"Well, where's Cora?" Melissa asked.

"Oh, she's in the bathroom. I'm sure she'll be here very soon."

Right on cue, Cora, fully dressed, ran in and plopped herself on
Mommy. "Mommy!"

Melissa put her arms around her, and Jill sat down, putting Melissa's feet
in her lap.

"Now, I have everything I need," Melissa said, running the fingers of one
hand up and down Jill's bicep and smiling at her.

Friday, Jill was determined to see those pictures of Grandma, so, after a
regular day of leering at her female students and grabbing Abby's ass a
couple times when nobody was looking, she brought Cora back to the
classroom.

"I don't think we need to stick around here today, do you?" Jill asked. "Do
you have anything you want to talk about first?"

She knew sometimes Cora felt safer in the classroom and sometimes at
home. It just depended on the day.

"No, I want to show you the pictures from my special place," Cora said.

"Good because that's what I want to do, too," Jill said. So they packed up
their things and went home

She hadn't had any Abby time recently, but she had a feeling that, after
that afternoon, she'd need some very soon.

As soon as they got home, they both changed, Jill in Melissa's room and
Cora in her own room, and then Jill went into Cora's room and gathered Cora
into her arms and sat on her bed.

The camera was on the bed already, and Jill placed Cora between her legs,
leaning against her chest, holding the camera.

Jill thought it was appropriate for this activity, even though she knew
she'd have to watch where she put her hands. Maybe she could kiss her cheek
or neck without crossing a line...

"Okay, sweet girl, show me those pictures of Grandma," Jill whispered in
Cora's ear, rubbing her bare knee with her thumb.

Cora giggled and pushed the buttons until the first picture came up.

Grandma was leaning on a tree and looking off to the side.

Cora had captured her before she really got started, but Jill let her eyes
close in arousal at the sight.

"She's really pretty, isn't she? I like her hair," Cora said.

It was a pretty, curly, well kept gray. The last time Jill had seen her,
Grandma looked a bit more disheveled.

"Yeah, baby, she sure is," she said quietly.

The woman's dress was white and short and showed off every single curve of
her maturely feminine body, not to mention the fact that the top of the
dress really might as well have not been there, except it kind of, maybe
held her boobs.

Or, it would have on a woman with a fuller bust. Jill could see Grandma's
tits had been quite small when she was younger, though they appeared to
have fattened up a little bit as they sagged with age.

Jill admired the way they hung low and wide apart, separated by an oddly
pretty breast bone.

In this second picture, Grandma was lifting and squeezing her breasts
through the material that was there, but she was grabbing plenty of flesh.

Jill could clearly see her long, dark pink, bare nipples poking between the
thin strips of material criss crossed over the bust.

She felt her own nipples pressing against Cora's back, but she was doing
her best to ignore that.

Cora moved to the next picture. Jill expected what she saw, but she didn't
expect it to be so damn erotic.

Grandma's dress pulled up over her hips around her waist.

Below the waist, Grandma was so pretty with wrinkled, cream-colored skin
pulled tight to her bones.

Her hips, though, flared with the perfect amount of flesh to hold onto.

Her pussy was like a big, beautiful crevice between her long, thin legs. It
looked so used and gorgeous.

And, bare...just like Cora had said.

Jill saw the faintest sexy paunch to her tummy.

Jill kissed Cora's shoulder. "How does that picture make you feel, baby?"
She rubbed Cora's knee.

"Tingly all over," Cora said, and Jill could detect Cora breathing slightly
heavier, too.

Wait for Abby on Monday, she told herself.

"Go to the next picture, baby," Jill said. She could guess what was next.

Cora pressed the button. Jill tried to swallow it, but a moan escaped her,
anyway.

"Do you like her boobs or her kitty more, baby?" Jill asked, rubbing Cora's
knee for all she was worth. She couldn't move that hand, or else.

She forced herself to think about bending Abby over her desk and sucking
her sweet little cunt.

"I like her kitty more, but I just like looking at her body," Cora
said. "She always wears dresses that make it easy to see all of it."

Jill let her head drop to Cora's shoulder again.

God, I'm gonna need to hump Abby...hard.

She didn't think this would affect her so much, but she had to keep
going...

"Is the next one when she pees?" Jill said.

"I think so," Cora said and pressed the button.

Sure enough.

Jill put her lips to Cora's ear. "That's not pee, baby. That's something
that happens when women feel really, really, really good."

"Oh, like Mommy," Cora said.

Jill paused because, of course Cora saw Mommy squirt, and of course it was
making Jill want to throw Cora down and suck every drop of juice she could
get out of her.

"Yes, like Mommy. Are there any more?" Jill asked because she was a glutton
for self torture.

"One more," Cora said and pressed the button.

Grandma was looking right at the camera, still rubbing her pussy and a
breast.

Jill had a fleeting thought that Grandma had spied Cora and was rubbing
herself down watching Cora, but there was no harm. So, Jill let it go
without alerting Cora.

"So sexy," Jill mumbled.

Cora giggled.

"What?"

"You said `sexy'. That's a naughty word," Cora said and started laughing
when Jill started tickling her in earnest.

She had to tickle her because, otherwise, she would do something much, much
more fun but that could get her in lots of trouble.

Cora let the camera drop as Jill tickled her tummy, under her arms and even
her feet, though her socks.

When they finally settled down, Jill had, mostly, quelled her sexual
energy, so she thought she could hold Cora again.

She held her on her lap from behind again.

"Thank you for showing me those pictures, sweet girl. They were very nice,"
Jill said.

"I just remembered something," Cora said.

"What's that?" Jill asked.

"I saw you and Mommy on the couch when you were here after you read
Butterfly Girl to me. It looked like you were having fun with your hand in
Mommy's panties and kissing," Cora said.

"Did you like seeing us like that?" Jill asked. Honestly, nothing Cora said
surprised her anymore.

"A lot. A lot," Cora said.

Jill kissed her cheek. "Well, baby, that's how your Mommy and I show our
love when we're alone," Jill said.

Cora giggled. "I thought so."

"That's because you're so stinking smart," Jill said and gave Cora a lip
smack on the cheek, sending Cora into another fit of giggles.

When Cora was settled in Jill's arms again, Jill melted when Cora said,
"Jill, why don't we show our love like you and Mommy?"

Jill's heart squeezed, and she squeezed Cora.

"Because, sweetheart, we have our own very special ways to show our love,
like when we talk to each other about our bodies and making love and
stuff," Jill said, then kissed Cora's ear.

"Oh," Cora said, sounding very unsatisfied with that answer.

"You know I love you so much right?" Jill said.

"Yeah," Cora answered.

"And you know I love you like I love Mommy, right?"

"Yeah," Cora answered.

Jill kissed Cora's cheek.

"Someday, sweet girl, someone is going to make sweet, sweet love to you,
and you're going to feel amazing, okay?" Jill said.

"Okay," Cora said.

Right then, as wet as she was, and she was soaked to the core, she had to
just make Cora feel loved.

So, Jill held Cora, scattering kisses over her shoulders and neck and
cheeks, telling her how much she loved her over and over until Melissa came
home.

Melissa came into Cora's room. Apparently, she waited long enough and found
Jill still holding Cora.

She sat down on Cora's bed.

"This is what I like to see," Melissa said.

"She needed some Jill time," Jill said.

Cora crawled out of Jill's arms and into Mommy's lap and held onto her
neck.

"Are you sad, baby?" Melissa asked, holding her tight around the waist.

"No, Mommy. I'm really happy," Cora said.

Jill felt a huge smile grow on her face, and Melissa returned it over
Cora's shoulder.

"Good. I brought some Wendy's chicken nuggets for dinner. Why don't you go
wash your hands, and we'll eat," Melissa said.

"Okay, Mommy," Cora yelled, back to her cheery self, and ran off.

"When do I get some Jill time," Melissa asked, moving closer to Jill.

"Well...I'm afraid next week is a really busy week, before a holiday. I
have parent teacher conferences every day. So, I think you should pick Cora
up," Jill said.

Melissa pouted.

"But...you can have your very special parent teacher conference on Tuesday
right before Thanksgiving. Then, you can see if you can drop Cora off with
Ella, and we can go out on one of our special dates after, or...you know,
instead. How about that?" Jill asked.

"That sounds like a barely acceptable compromise," Melissa said, still
pouting.

"I'll make sure it's the very best compromise," Jill said and kissed
Melissa on the lips. Their kiss almost got out of control, but Cora
interrupted them and climbed back up on the bed.

They tickled her until she was breathless and then ate dinner.

Jill went home for a weekend of calling parents to schedule their
conferences, knowing she would need Abby every single day next week if she
was going to make it through.

On Monday morning, she put on a slinky cream silk top with spaghetti
straps. She looked in the mirror to make sure that the swell of her breasts
peeked out over the neckline.

Abby loved her breasts, and Jill smiled because not only did the tops of
her breasts spill out over the neckline just enough but also she could
clearly see the shape of both her breasts through the material.

Of course, she didn't put on a bra, and she wore the shortest black skirt
she dared.

It hugged her hips but was easy enough to take off.

As soon as she got to her classroom and took off the heavy coat she wore
because it was getting chilly outside, she drew a little pink heart on the
board in front of Abby's desk, in her direct line of sight.

She wanted to add a little winking face on it, but she didn't.

She hid her smile when she saw Abby notice it and dance a little in her
seat.

And, just as Jill knew she would, Abby stared at her breasts the whole
morning.

"I'll bring you back here for lunch," she whispered to Abby when everyone
was working on their writing.

Abby shook her little butt in her chair, and Jill's pussy gushed.

The morning dragged on, but soon enough...

"Go sit on top of your desk facing the board," Jill told her when they'd
gotten back from the lunchroom.

Abby skipped and did as Jill asked as Jill locked the door and followed
her.

Jill stood looking down at Abby who smiled back up at Miss Young and held
her hands folded in her lap.

Jill leaned down, putting her hands on the desk on either side of Abby's
hips and looking into Abby's eyes.

"Do you know what seeing you in that tight little dress makes me want to
do?"

"What, Miss Young?" Abby said.

"It makes me want to drop my panties for you," Jill said.

Abby didn't answer except to bite her lip and smile and kick her legs.

Jill stood up and unzipped her skirt at the side.

Abby's breath hitched.

"Oh, you like that sound, huh? It's because it means I'm getting naked,
huh?"

Abby nodded her head.

"Show me how it makes you feel, honey bun," Jill said.

Jill expected Abby to lift her skirt up and spread her legs to show how wet
she was, but Abby did more than that.

As Jill pulled her skirt up just enough to shimmy out of her panties, Abby
leaned back and followed Jill's panties to the floor with her eyes to where
they fell around her ankles, and she started rubbing her pussy over her own
silk panties.

Jill picked up her own panties and tossed them into Abby's lap.

"Slow down, baby girl. Rub it slowly. It'll get wetter for me that way,"
Jill said.

Abby smiled and slowed down but still rubbed her slit, lifting Jill's
panties to her nose, and Jill continued her show.

She shimmied out of her skirt and kicked it away with her panties.

She still wore her top, and Abby looked up at her breasts again, still
gently rubbing herself but tossing Jill's panties on the floor, apparently
ready for a taste from the source.

Jill stepped up and resumed her position leaning over Abby.

"You know how I like undressing for you," she said.

"You like undressing for any little girl," Abby said, smirking.

"Fuck yes I do, but I like doing it for you because your eyes get really
big and hungry," Jill said.

"Your body is so pretty," Abby said.

"Thanks, honey bun. I bet you want to see my boobs, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Abby said, nodding her head emphatically.

Jill stood up and pulled her slinky top up and off before putting her hands
on her hips and posing for Abby's hungry gaze.

"Are you wet for me, baby girl?" Jill said.

"Yes, Miss Young," Abby answered.

"Then, let's see," Jill said and stepped up to Abby and reached around to
unzip her dress in the back.

Abby took the opportunity to squeeze and suck on Jill's breasts, making it
harder for Jill to keep her breathing steady the more desperate she became.

Jill unzipped Abby's dress from the nape of her neck all the way to her
butt, and Abby hopped down so they could both work on pulling Abby's dress
down and off, leaving her in her expensive panties.

"I need your cunt in my mouth," Jill said, her voice rough in her throat.

She gently but firmly turned Abby around and pushed her until she was bent
over her desk hands grasping the opposite edge of the desk.

Jill grabbed Abby's panties at her girlish hips and yanked them down and
off.

She knelt down behind Abby, kissed one of her hips, and leaned over her
back, rubbing one of her ass cheeks.

"Did your Daddy fuck you this weekend?" Jill barely whispered but right
into Abby's ear so she clearly heard.

"Yeah, he took me to a nice hotel room and made me sit on his cock and
dance on it all weekend." Abby said.

"Fuck, I love when you use your big girl words. Did you like it, baby
girl?" she asked.

"Yeah. He put lots of babies in me. I like how it makes me feel all hot
inside," Abby said.

Jill still wondered if Kaylee knew about them. She'd know something if he
ever put a baby in her for real.

"Is your little cunt sore, honey bun?"

"Yeah, but it feels nice when you touch me. You feel soft and warm after he
does me," Abby said.

"Good, `cause I'm gonna touch you a lot," Jill said.

Abby wiggled her butt under Jill's hand, and that spurred Jill into action.

She settled on her knees and ran her teeth down Abby's spine and nibbled on
her ass cheek.

"Your butt is so cute," she breathed.

Abby wiggled it again, and Jill grabbed both cheeks and dived in.

She split Abby's pussy lips with her tongue and licked ever centimeter
inside her vagina that she could reach.

She was still so small and very tight, so Jill thought she might be
tickling her deepest insides.

Jill pulled her tongue out and licked all over her puffy lips, moaning at
the strong, sweet taste.

She sucked on Abby's engorged pussy lips, and Abby's moans turned into
ragged breaths.

"Your pussy lips are getting meaty, baby doll. It's all the fucking you're
getting," Jill said, squeezing Abby's whole cunt in her hand and then
kissing the small of her back.

Then, Jill explored her prematurely developing cunt lips thoroughly with
her tongue until they glistened with a pretty shine.

She was needing some direct stimulation by this point so she stood up on
her knees and slid her middle finger deep into Abby's pussy, while
positioning her clit against Abby's ass cheek.

"I'm gonna cum on your hot little ass," Jill said and started finger
fucking her pussy in a rhythm with her hard thrusts of her pussy on Abby's
perfectly round ass cheek.

Abby emitted a sweet little squeaky grunt with each thrust.

Thrust...squeak

Thrust...squeak.

Thrust...squeak.

And on every thrust and grunt, Jill got closer to cumming, but she knew she
wouldn't be fully sated.

Thrust...squeak

Thrust...squeak.

Thrust...squeak.

"Grind your ass on me, honey bun," she said, right out loud, boldly, still
thrusting.

Her pussy was spreading open on Abby's ass cheek now, and, as Abby pushed
back on her, Jill felt Abby's pussy gush.

"Are you gonna cum with me, honey bun," she asked, feeling her rhythm
stutter as her orgasm in her clit.

"Yeah," Abby answered, and Jill bore down on Abby's ass and rubbed her
little g-spot, triggering both their orgasms.

Jill fell over Abby's back, not worrying too much about crushing her since
she was sure she bore a lot of her Daddy's weight now and then.

When she had recovered enough, Jill pulled her fringer from Abby's pussy
and licked it and then Abby's wet butt cheek

She didn't have time to waste, though, and she still hadn't had enough of
Abby's body.

Even though it had been more than a week since the last time she and Cora
talked about anything sexual, she'd been too tired at night to give herself
the sexual release she needed.

And, her dreams had been full of Cora asking questions, ones she'd asked
and ones Jill imagined were coming later, the pictures she'd shown Jill,
the warmth of Cora's body in her arms...

"I want you to ride me like you rode your Daddy," Jill growled into Abby's
ear.

"Okay," Abby said.

Jill lay on the floor, and spread her legs wide for Abby, rubbing her pussy
with the palm of her hand until Abby was ready to get in position.

Abby knew exactly what to do and straddled Jill's thigh, dragging her
sopping pussy up from just above Jill's knee, spreading a streak of little
girl pussy juice up until she was just below Jill's pussy.

"Wait. Kiss me first," Jill said.

She couldn't believe she hadn't felt Abby's sweet tongue moving in her
mouth yet.

Abby leaned over, and Jill felt her pussy press to her belly as she brought
her mouth up to meet Abby's.

She pressed her open lips to Abby's mouth, and, as she had hoped, she felt
Abby slipping her tongue into her mouth.

Jill pulled Abby tighter against her and arched her back as she felt Abby's
nipples against the curve of her own breasts.

They moaned into each other's mouths, and Jill rubbed her pussy
because...Abby's moans were so soft and immature and feminine.

She grabbed Abby's ass and let Abby play in her mouth with her tiny tongue
until she was salivating so much she needed to suck on Abby's tongue.

So, she did, squeezing Abby's buns and sucking her tongue, their moans
filling the room.

Jill didn't care.

Then, she felt Abby's juices dripping on her belly button, and she knew it
was time.

"Grind on my grownup cunt, honey bun. Fuck Miss Young good," she breathed,
and Jill sat back up and, just as carefully as before, slid her pussy down
Jill's body until she was settled onto Jill's cunt again.

"Oh fuck yes," Jill breathed. It was all she could say.

Abby started off slow, and Jill arched her back at the soft, wet sensation
of their crotches rubbing together, but then she opened her eyes and looked
down over her breasts at Abby.

"You're so fucking sexy," she said. She bent her knees and pulled her
thighs around Abby's hips to feel more of her soft flesh.

"Do you want me to dance like I did for Daddy?" Abby asked.

"Yes, honey. Do it. Dance on my grownup cunt," Jill said. She spread her
thighs open again and reached down to squeeze Abby's thigh.

Then, Abby started to gyrate. Her upper body rolled, and her pussy
slithered and spread against Jill's.

"Damn," Jill gasped.

Abby could move her body better than any belly dancer Jill had ever seen.

She watched Abby raise her arms over her head and move her body in ways no
adult could replicate.

"So fucking hot," Jill said.

Abby started to lose her rhythm, eventually. Apparently, she was getting
too wet, too close to cumming, and Jill was getting there, too.

Their pussies were so saturated with moisture at the point where they
rubbed together that Jill had to concentrate to feel Abby's open pussy
gliding inside of her own pussy.

But that worked. Her orgasm hit quickly and sent shockwaves from her clit
radiating through her body.

Abby shook with he rorgasm at the same time, and Jill kept her wits about
her enough to grab onto Abby's hips and pulled them down onto her cunt to
feel their juices mixing.

When they had come down from their orgasms, Jill sat up and pulled Abby's
body to hers and kissed her until she was sure Abby needed air.

"What do you want to do now? We have time," Jill said between kisses behind
Abby's ear and down her neck.

"I want you to rub your boobs all over my body," Abby said.

"Damn, you're naughty," Jill said. "Okay, lie down."

Abby lay herself down on her back and opened her legs with her knees bent
and feet flat on the floor. She raised her arms up over her head, showing
off every inch of her soft, sweaty body.

"So fucking dirty," Jill said, and Abby smiled, obviously realizing Jill
meant that as a compliment.

Abby's tits, stretched even flatter with her arms up, were inviting with
her little, dark areolas. So was her pussy, messy and red from the
friction.

She decided Abby's request didn't preclude her from using other parts of
her body, so she pressed her tits against Abby's pussy mound and sucked
Abby's left breast into her mouth, pulling it taut with her lips.

She licked all around her nipple and then sucked on Abby's other tit.

Abby arched her back, and Jill took the opportunity to drag her breasts
down and then grab her nipple to press it into Abby's wide open little
cunt.

"Ah!" Abby cried out.

"You like that, huh?"

"Yeah," Abby answered, so Jill did it again. This time, she rubbed her
nipple all around Abby's pussy, making it wet.

"Fuck," Jill breathed. She loved that feeling. She hadn't actually done
this before with anyone, never mind a little girl like Abby.

She couldn't believe she hadn't.

But, she was ready to give Abby what she wanted, so she pushed Abby down
flat and dragged her wet breasts up over Abby's stomach and up to her tits.

She moved so that her adult breasts made circles around Abby's little
ones. Then, she resumed her trek up to Abby's mouth.

Abby was ready.

She grabbed both of them in her hands and started sucking on them like the
ravenous little girl she was.

"Shit, hungry girl. That's it. Suck them hard," Jill said, breathing
heavily.

Abby's naughty request, her eagerness, the way she loved Jill's tits, was
going to send Jill over the edge, maybe even without any further direct
stimulation of her pussy.

But, she lowered her ass down and settled her pussy on Abby's skin,
wherever it happened to land.

It happened to land on Abby's hip, and she ground down on it as Abby kept
up her licking and sucking.

Jill's pussy tingled and dripped on Abby's hip, and she felt her orgasm
begin in her stomach.

The smells in the room produced by their fucking hastened it's rush toward
her pussy, and Abby must have started to smell it too because she moved her
open mouth over Jill's skin and pulled on her arm until Jill balanced and
raised it.

She knew what Abby wanted, and Abby went at Jill's sweaty armpit with as
much gusto as she'd given her breasts.

Jill saw her stick her tongue out as far as it could go and then watched
and felt her lick from the top of her breast slowly, slowly, slowly up into
the hollow of her armpit and up to her arm.

Then, she did it again, and the shivers it sent down Jill's spine and
through her stomach sent her orgasm rushing from her tummy to her pussy,
causing her body to shake as she pressed her pussy down on Abby's hip,
feeling it pulse until she damn near squirted.

All week, Jill fucked Abby all over her classroom, in the restroom, and in
the old lockerroom...

They ate each other's holes, peed into the toilet together as they made
out, and Abby got to ride Jill's mouth and pussy a few more times.

They fucked every day all week, and it kept Jill satisfied until she could
have Melissa again.

On Friday, Jill had her conference with Lynne where she told him all the
ways she'd fucked his little girl and how great she tasted.

He deserved to know that as much as he deserved to hear how brilliant she
was.

Of course, he told her how many loads of sperm he'd put in her little pussy
and how many orgasms he'd given her. It was obvious he loved his little
girl. As lewd as he made their sex sound, Jill knew he made Abby feel like
the most special girl in the world.

On Tuesday, Jill put on something special for Melissa and brought Cora back
to the classroom after school.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, my sweet girl," Jill whispered, hugging Cora
and burying her face in her neck.

She did let the tears escape onto Cora's neck.

She was about to go see her dad, and she knew it would be great as always.

She was about to have a hot date with Melissa.

But, all she could think about was missing her and Cora.

Melissa arrived soon after that.



"More Jill time?" she asked, smiling.

"No, it's Cora time," Jill said, smiling back and kissing Cora. "You're
taking her away from me soon."

"Haha. Well, it's my turn to have you for a while. Let's go. Are you ready
to go to Ella's, baby?" Melissa said.

"Yeah!" Cora shouted and climbed off Jill's lap.

Jill knew Melissa was just trying to keep the mood light. They were all
going to miss each other, but it was only a few more days.

Melissa and Cora followed Jill to her house so she could drop off her
car. She would ride with Melissa to drop Cora off at Ella's, and then
Melissa would drop her back off the next day when she picked Cora up.

"I'll go in and make sure Cora's settled," Melissa said, kissing Jill's
lips after they'd parked at Ella's.

Jill got out of the car and knelt on the driveway in front of Cora to give
her another tight hug. "I love you, sweet girl. Have fun for me, okay?"

"Mommy says you're going to see your daddy," Cora said.

"Yes, I am," Jill said.

"Is he nice?" Cora asked.

"He's the nicest man in the whole world," Jill said.

Cora smiled. "So you'll have fun, too."

"Yes, I will," Jill said.

"Good, I'm glad," Cora said and hugged Jill again.

"Bye, baby," Jill said, and Melissa took Cora's hand and led her to the
door.

Jill didn't get back in the passenger seat, though. She had a surprise for
Melissa, so she got in the back seat and unzipped her black dress and
pulled it off to wait for Melissa.

Melissa was wearing a beautiful red dress, and Jill watched her coming back
after quite a long wait.

Melissa opened the driver's side door and, then, started looking around.

Jill smirked, and then Melissa saw her.

Jill watched Melissa start to say something, and all that came out was a
little squeak. She tried again and still didn't manage to say anything.

"Cat got your tongue, baby doll?" Jill asked. "It's for after dinner."

Melissa closed her eyes, cleared her throat, and opened them again. This
time she was able to speak.

"Are you sure we have to eat dinner?" Melissa said.

Jill laughed and reached for her dress again. "Yeah, I'm hungry. Besides, I
made a reservation for The Veranda where we had our first real dinner
date. Remember?"

She had her dress almost up over her breasts again, covering up her
not-really-lingerie. It was a black bra and panty set made entirely of thin
rope, and it didn't cover anything underwear usually covered. It
only...highlighted the most private parts of her.

Melissa didn't answer until she'd climbed into the driver's seat and Jill
was settling into the passenger seat with her clothes back on.

"Well, that's very nice of you, Jill, but I think it's cruel to show me
that and then insist that I can't suck on your tits until after we eat,"
Melissa said.

She was pouting again. Jill could get used to this side of her.

She chuckled. "Would you settle for a nice slow kiss?" Jill leaned over
toward Melissa.

"I guess," she said.

Jill cupped Melissa's cheek and guided her mouth towards Jill's, and they
kissed very long and very deep.

"Mmmm, that was nice," Jill said. "Are you satisfied for now? I promise you
can do whatever you want with me when we get home."

"Okay," Melissa said.

They got to the restaurant, and when Melissa started to open her door, Jill
said, "Wait."

Jill got out and walked around the front of the car and opened Jill's door
for her.

"Last time, we came in separate cars, and I didn't get to open your door
for you," Jill said, smiling and taking Melissa's hand.

She helped Melissa out and closed the door behind her.

Melissa smiled and blushed, seemingly speechless again, until she stood in
front of Jill.

"So chivalrous," she said, barely above a whisper. She was still blushing,
but she leaned in to Jill and kissed the corner of Jill's mouth.

"Come on," Jill said and led Melissa by the hand into the restaurant.

Their dinner was very nice, but Jill barely paid any attention to what she
ordered or what she ate.

Melissa's hands and lips were on her the whole time they were there. Under
her skirt, on her neck, even between her legs, though not inside her
panties...yet.

But Jill wasn't complaining.

They did eat, but they skipped dessert.

"Get out. I need to make love to you," Melissa said when she put the car in
park and frantically pulled her seatbelt off.

Jill was in just as much hurry as Melissa, and she grabbed Melissa from
behind when Melissa was trying to unlock the door.

Jill found herself pressed to the front door when they finally got in. The
tables were turned, and Melissa was kissing her for all she was worth and
unzipping Jill's dress.

She only stopped kissing her long enough to get the dress down to the
floor. She left the fake lingerie on and kissed Jill again. This time,
though, her kisses were less frantic, more sensual.

And Jill felt her hands on her breasts, soft, squeezing them, pinching the
nipples lightly allowing Jill to open her mouth more to play with Melissa's
tongue.

She moaned into Melissa's mouth as she tasted the wine she'd drunk and the
mint she'd eaten after dinner.

And her always sweet, sweet saliva.

Jill finally reached around to touch Melissa, still winding her tongue with
Melissa's then flattening her tongue and running it around Melissa's mouth,
clutching her back, then cupping her ass in that tight red dress.

She unzipped Melissa's dress, but after that Melissa stopped her.

"I want to make love to you right here," Melissa said and kissed down
Jill's body, between her breasts, squeezing one in each hand until she was
on her knees, and then letting go as she slid her fingers down Jill's body,
following her kisses down to Jill's belly and her clit.

Melissa licked Jill's clit, and Jill gasped because Melissa quickly moved
on from there.

She backed off and brought her hand down and, very, very slowly, pushed two
fingers through the thin ropes surrounding Jill's pussy, up and inside
Jill's by now very wet hole.

"Oh, my god," Jill said, squeezing Melissa's fingers with her pussy.

"Yeah," Melissa said, kissing her belly button. "The inside of your pussy
is my favorite place to be."

Maybe it was an exaggeration but not by much, Jill was sure.

Melissa did love her pussy.

"Make love to my pussy, baby doll," Jill said, between gasps for air and
deep breaths.

Because Melissa was indeed making love to her pussy, twisting her fingers,
spreading them apart, stretching Jill's vaginal canal open...

Digging deeper with her fingers, kissing her hips, belly, and thighs, then
starting to thrust up and in deeper, pushing towards Jill's cervix.

This coaxed some movement from Jill. She ground down on Melissa's fingers,
trying to meet her rhythm.

It didn't work, really, because Melissa was not just thrusting. She was
still exploring Jill's flesh.

But Jill didn't care because it felt so great, and she felt Melissa's love
through her fingers and lips and tongue.

It was drawing her closer to orgasm. Jill felt it building from the center
of her abdomen like one butterfly turning into ten into fifty then...

"Fuck," Jill shouted, when, finally, her body had enough and tensed and
tightened.

Jill put her hand on Melissa's head and pulled it into her pussy. Melissa
took the hint and started sucking her clit.

It prolonged Jill's orgasm several seconds until she finally released and
fell back on the door with Melissa's fingers still probing her cunt.

Jill was sensitive, but she was not going to tell Melissa to pull her
fingers out. They just felt too good up inside her body.

But, Melissa did finally pull them out on her own and sucked them, sitting
back on her knees.

Jill's eyes were open the whole time, and she watched Melissa suck on her
fingers, still dressed but with her dress unzipped and open in the back.

"You're so beautiful," Jill whispered, still trying to catch her breath.

Melissa looked up and blushed again.

"Look who's talking," she said, looking Jill up and down like she still
hadn't had her fill.

Jill chuckled. "Can I undress you now?" she asked.

"Yes, please," Melissa said, standing up.

Jill pulled Melissa close, still leaning against the door because she
didn't feel like her legs were strong enough to hold her yet.

She pulled Melissa's dress off her shoulder and smiled when she saw Melissa
had a surprise for her, too.

"No bra? Naughty baby doll," Jill said.

After Melissa's dress and panties were on the floor, she figured out how to
take Jill's kinda, sorta lingerie off her and left it on the floor with the
rest of their clothes.

They made love for hours. On the couch, first...

Jill lay on top of Melissa and kissed, licked, and sucked her armpits
lazily as, at the same pace that they rubbed their pussies together until
they both poured their juices into each other's open cunts.

Then the bathroom floor, after a sensual shower...

Melissa knelt between Jill's legs and ate her asshole just as leisurely as
Jill had slathered Melissa's beautiful armpits with spit. Jill left a shiny
wet spot on the tile floor.

Then, Melissa pulled Jill to her bed.

"I want to fall asleep in your arms after we rub our bodies together until
we're all wet with our mixed bodily fluids," Melissa said, pulling Jill so
she landed on top of her. "Mmm, I love feeling your weight on me."

"I love being on top of you, baby doll,," Jill answered, settling with her
thigh pressed to Melissa's soft, dripping pussy, playing with one nipple
and licking every inch of her hot mouth.

"Do me," Melissa demanded in a hoarse whisper.

"Gladly," and Jill started pushing her thigh into Melissa's pussy in
earnest.

Melissa squirted everywhere on Jill's body that evening, leaving a puddle
on the bed.

Jill rode her pussy. Melissa rode Jill's pussy.

Melissa squirted right into Jill's cunt when they scissored.

Melissa sent spray onto the floor when Jill massaged inside her spongy soft
vagina with four fingers.

Finally, Melissa lay Jill on her stomach and rubbed her whole wet body on
Jill's until they came one more time.

This time, Melissa's spray went all over Jill's back and the bed in a fine
mist.

Jill turned over in the soaking sheets and pulled Melissa down on top of
her, wrapped her arms around her, and they fell asleep.

Wednesday morning, Jill woke up to Melissa kissing her upper chest,
scattering firm, almost desperate quick kisses all over.

"Are you trying to leave your mark, baby doll?"

"I'm trying to make sure you don't forget how my lips feel on your body,"
Melissa said.

"Well, there's no danger in that, baby, but you keep right on reminding
me," Jill said.

Now that Jill was awake, Melissa seemed ready to move on from the
relatively innocent area of Jill's upper chest.

First, she took one of Jill''s breasts in her mouth, opening wide to get as
much of it in as she could.

"Fuck," Jill gasped. She couldn't remember Melissa doing that, and it sent
a jolt from her nipple to her pussy.

Melissa sucked hard and then released it with a pop.

She did the same with Jill's other breast, and this time Jill held
Melissa's head there until she was ready to let go, the same electric shock
buzzing through her body.

Then, as Melissa moved back up to kiss Jill deep, Jill grabbed her juicy
ass.

"I'm not done with you yet," Melissa said after she had given Jill a
healthy taste of stale pussy and ass from her tongue and a gulp of her
morning breath, full of foul, delicious love.

As Melissa started moving her kisses back down Jill's body, Jill relished
it and started thinking.

It would be a major miracle if Cora could join them someday, but it would
definitely make her even happier than she was right now.

And she had Abby and whatever little girls she could seduce after this year
was over.

So, she knew that she wanted to wake up with Melissa in their mixed filth
for a very, very long time.

It would be enough.

Melissa must have known she was losing Jill's attention because, suddenly,
she was staring into her eyes again.

"Where did you go?" Melissa asked with complete love and trust but also a
little concern in her eyes.

They held that much emotion.

"Sorry. I was just thinking about how much I love you," Jill said.

Melissa smiled. "Good, but pay attention now while I show you how much I
love you."

"Yes ma'am," Jill said.

"Mmmm, good...I'll start here with your beautiful, sweaty armpits," Melissa
said.

And, she did. Jill damn near came from Melissa's hungry moans and another,
different spark that her wet mouth sucking and licking her flesh sent
directly from the hollow of her underarm straight to her pussy.

Melissa moved to the other one just before she came, though, and then she
did cum as Melissa spent equal time devouring the sensitive flesh of her
other no doubt bitter tasting and smelling armpit.

Melissa confirmed that assumption when she immediately plundered Jill's
mouth with her tongue, and Jill tasted the sweat from both her underarms on
Melissa's tongue.

Yes, this was worth it all.

Melissa licked every inch of Jill's body, tongue fucked her pussy, sucked
on her asshole, and finished by sucking on both armpits again and then
kissing Jill breathless.

Jill lost count at five orgasms from the full body tonguing Melissa gave
her that morning.

They showered together because Jill couldn't go see her dad smelling like
Melissa, and Melissa couldn't go to Ella's smelling so debauched.

Then, Melissa drove Jill home.

"I'd invite you in, baby doll, but I'm already late getting on the road,"
Jill said, still sitting in Melissa's car.

She leaned over, expecting to kiss Melissa and show her how much she really
wanted her to come in and how much she'd miss her, but Melissa aggressively
took control of the kiss.

Jill got the message. They'd be missing each other, equally.

"I'll send you pictures from the lake," Melissa said.

"I can't wait," Jill answered and finally got out of the car.

Jill had brought her travel outfit to Melissa's and packed her suitcase
already. So, all she had to do was retrieve it from her bedroom and put it
in the trunk of her car, and she was on her way.

The drive was about a half hour, and she arrived at her dad's house about
mid-morning.

Her daddy was waiting on the front porch of her childhood home, a spacious
but relatively modest brick house for a doctor.

She wore a simple red blouse and jeans.

She didn't say anything as she got out of her car and walked up to him. He
was smiling but didn't say anything either.

He was so handsome in his blue jeans and black and red flannel shirt, and
she approached and stepped up to the porch.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, her voice thick with different emotions now. A
sprinkle of guilt for not visiting him more but mostly the pure love a
little girl has for her father who had loved and cared for her all her
life.

"Hi, pumpkin," he answered. "Come in."

As soon as the door was closed behind them, she fell into his arms.

He was about her height but with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He was
slightly less toned in his mid-fifties than when she was growing up, but he
was still so strong, so gentle.

She felt his comforting arms around her, and she kissed his lips and opened
her mouth eagerly to his tongue.

His mouth tasted like peppermint, and he smelled like a burly man like him
should but with a hint of something that made him Jill's Daddy, sweet
cologne.

His face was slightly rough with stubble, as usual, another thing that made
him uniquely Daddy.

He pulled her tight to his sturdy body. He felt like home to her. Memories
washed over her as she spread her fingers on either side of his neck and
moved her tongue with his between their mouths.

She felt one of his hands move from her lower back to the swell of her butt
and at the same time took notice of the bulge in his jeans.

She swallowed his moan, and she whimpered. For just a fleeting moment as
she felt his hand go further down and squeeze her butt, she considered
giving him what she knew he wanted.

But, she knew it wouldn't be what he really wanted. She'd feel empty
afterwards, and he'd know it.

So, she reached back and pulled his hand up where it had been and broke the
kiss, laying her forehead on his shoulder.

"You know I can't, Daddy," Jill said, trying to put a little humor in her
voice to keep the mood light.

"I know, pumpkin."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there as he
squeezed her tight for several more minutes.

She felt his boner soften just a bit but not completely. He didn't try to
do anything more, though.

"Come sit down on the couch. Let's catch up," her Daddy said, finally.

"Okay, Daddy," she said and then pulled him by the hand before he could
lead her to the living room. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"It's perfectly okay, pumpkin. I know we can't, and I'm sorry if I make you
feel otherwise," her Daddy said.

She smiled and let him lead her to the couch.

The sexual tension between them since their last time years ago was
perfect, and Jill knew that if they ever let it release again, it would
leave them both with something missing in their relationship...something
that may well ruin it.

"So, tell me. What have I missed in your life?" Daddy asked.

"Daddy. Don't make me feel bad," Jill said, leaning on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Tell me everything," he said.

"Well, the big news is I'm in love," she said.

"That's great news, pumpkin. Is it with an adult?" Daddy asked, casually.

"That's...complicated," Jill said.

"Tell me," he said.

She told him about how she had found Melissa's profile on the dating app,
how she had contacted her, how they had instant chemistry. She told him
that Melissa was barely out of her teens and so fucking sexy.

And, then she told him about Cora and how, after three explosive dates,
Melissa suddenly walked into her classroom on the first day of school with
the prettiest, cutest, smartest, and sweetest little girl in the whole
world and how Cora had introduced herself and Melissa as her mommy.

She told him she knew at that moment that she wanted to be with Melissa,
well, forever.

"And, what about the little girl, Cora? What are your feelings for her?" he
asked.

"I'm madly in love with her, Daddy. I want to do unspeakable things to her
body in the gentlest ways, but I can't," Jill said.

"Because you don't think Melissa wants that," he said.

"Yes."

"Can you handle that? What's your relationship with Cora?" he asked.

Jill knew that he was only asking about Cora because he knew her so
well. He knew that her relationship with Melissa hinged on whether or not
she could keep her true feelings for Cora from Melissa unless and until she
knew Melissa could handle it.

"Cora is so smart, Daddy. She has to go for special ed. for learning
differences, but she's brilliant. She knew almost immediately what I felt
for her. Well, I mean I couldn't hide it from her. Long story short, I've
told her I love her like I love Mommy, and I'm her girlfriend just as much
as I'm Melissa's...only without the sex."

Jill's tone when she said that last part made her daddy chuckle.

"Have you kissed her?"

"Yes, Daddy, but no tongue...yet," Jill said.

"And...is there a daddy?" he asked.

"I don't know for sure what the story is, but I'm sure that whoever Cora's
father is is out of the picture. Melissa lives completely independently,
and Cora never mentions `Daddy'," Jill said. "I'm sure Melissa will tell me
how she got Cora at such a young age, but we just haven't gotten to it
yet."

"I'm sure you're right, pumpkin," he said, then paused. "Can you do it?"

Again, she knew he meant could she resist Cora and deal with the
complications of the relationship.

"Yes, as long as I have Abby," Jill said.

"Well, I'm glad you've found them, pumpkin. Now, who's Abby?" He said all
of this without batting an eye.

He hadn't even questioned his relationship with Melissa and Cora for being
so new. All this was what made her love him so much.

"She's another girl in my class," Jill said. She sat up, then, and started
in on telling him about Abby.

"She's blonde and beautiful. I mean she's a literal beauty queen, Daddy,
and she's a sexpot. Believe it or not, she came onto me the first day of
school. Well...it helps that her stepdad had been putting his mouth on her
cunt almost every day of her life already," she said in almost one breath.

Her Daddy smiled through the whole thing, then got a quizzical look on his
face. "Abby? Does he fuck her now?"

"Yeah...she calls it making babies because I think he's planning on putting
one in her as soon as possible." She chuckled. "Why?"

"Well...I have a patient named Abby, and she comes with her daddy."

"Hmmm," Jill said. "Boone is their last name."

"That's the one," her daddy said, smiling.

"And..."

"I have, yes. You know I don't take patients these days unless they know
what they're there for besides the best pediatric care in the state," he
said, smiling wide.

Jill laughed. "You're so bad, Daddy."

"Yup, I am. And she's a feisty one. I've only had her in once so far, but
that was enough to know I want to see her work that body on me again," he
said.

"Oh I know first hand, believe me, Daddy. Just last week, I had her naked
and slithering like a snake with her pussy sliding on mine," she said.

She looked down and saw his bulge growing again.

He followed her gaze "I better not tell you how I sucked her juices off her
Daddy's cock after we were done with her or I might cum in my pants."

She couldn't take her eyes off it and barely resisted cupping him. In spite
of what she knew would be the end result, she missed touching him like that
just a little.

"Well, then it probably wouldn't help if I told you that I also had her
twelve-year-old stepsister in my class a few years ago and recently
reunited with her when she picked up Abby at school." She used air quotes
around `reunited'. "Another long story short, she showed up at my door one
Saturday, and we fucked like really horny rabbits for hours."

"No, that doesn't help, pumpkin," he said between heavy breaths. "Excuse
me."

He ran off, and she fell back on the couch, smiling and biting her
fingernail.

As usual when he was highly aroused, he was very loud..

She heard his moans swell and fill the house until he literally shouted out
his orgasm.

She put her head on his shoulder when he got back as if nothing had
happened. After all, the specifics were new, but this wasn't the first time
they'd had a heated discussion about their young lovers with this result.

"So...I hope this isn't a sore subject, but why aren't Melissa and Cora
with you today?" her Daddy asked.

"Well, they have this house by the lake about a half hour up the highway
from here. She doesn't get along with her family. I gather it has something
to do with however Cora came to be, but her parents gave her the
house...out of guilt or something, I guess."

"I see."

"Yeah...anyway, Cora really loves the house and the lake. She calls it her
special place."

Her dad kissed the top of her head. She knew he heard the smile in her
voice.

"They go there every Thanksgiving, and I couldn't make Cora miss that,"
Jill said.

"You have it bad, pumpkin."

"Yes, I do," Jill chuckled. "Anyway, Melissa said to tell you she can't
wait to meet you, but it'll have to wait for another time, hopefully
soon. Her words, but I echo them."

Her daddy squeezed Jill tight around her shoulders.

"Wait. Is this the lake we went to when you were little?" he asked.

"I don't know. I don't really remember..." Jill trailed off. An inkling of
a memory was trying to bubble up.

"You said up the highway back separated from everything?"

"Yeah," Jill said.

"You know what goes on there, right?" her Daddy said.

"Um...no. I've only been once, and we...well, we didn't leave the house,
really." She actually felt her face flush at that admission and turned her
head into her Daddy's arm for a few seconds to quash her embarrassment.

Her daddy laughed and squeezed her shoulder. "There's nothing to be
embarrassed about, pumpkin. I know about love. Anyway...it's all about sex
at that lake. The illegal kind...with kids."

Jill sat straight up and gawked at him. "What? You're kidding."

"Nope. Let me ask you. I haven't been there in a few years, but is there a
woman, probably in her late 70s, or 80s maybe by now, who's just...always
there and wearing, well, not much?" he asked.

"Yes! She was walking around when we got there and when we left...and, Cora
took pictures of her masturbating out in the woods. They bring kids there
to have sex?" Jill asked, really not believing him yet.

"Yup. And, they don't keep to themselves really, either. That woman is like
the queen, there. She visits every house and goes away satisfied," he
said. "She'll do anyone no matter what age or gender. She'll do whatever
you want to you or with you. Like I said she's the queen and the only one
who's always just there, but most of the other families who have houses
there will join another family or two at some point."

"Well, shit," Jill said, falling back on the couch.

Her daddy chuckled. As candid as their conversations were--this was far
from the first time they'd had conversations about sex with children--he
likely hadn't heard her swear besides words like `cunt' and `cock' since
she was sixteen and they regularly released their sexual
tension...together...in very creative ways.

"What are you going to say to her?" her Daddy asked.

"Melissa? I don't know." They sat in silence for a while as Jill thought
about it. "I don't think I can say anything still. I'm pretty sure she has
no idea."

Her daddy turned her head with his fingers to look at him. "I just want you
to be safe, pumpkin."

He leaned in to kiss her lips, and she let him.

"I know, Daddy. I just don't think I can take the chance now. I don't know
how she would have missed it, but I think she has. She seems completely
oblivious to it with Cora there," Jill said.

"Well, whatever you decide is fine. No offense to her, but I think she'd
have to be pretty dense to miss it," he said.

"She is pretty naive, Daddy. It's part of her charm," Jill said, smiling at
him. "Although, come to think of it, I think I do remember that trip
now. Did you do me in the lake?"

"What do you think, pumpkin?"

"I think you did me anywhere and everywhere back then," Jill said. "I just
remember being naked with my arms and legs wound very tight around you
while..."

"While my bare daddy penis was deep inside your little baby cunt under the
water?" he asked.

"Yes..." She was going to need to take care of herself soon, too. She
really had a wonderful childhood. "Daddy...I think I need a rest. Do you
mind?"

Her daddy winked at her.

"I don't mind at all, pumpkin. Go on into your room and take as long as you
need," he said.

"Are Mama's journals and stuff in there still?" she asked.

"They're always there, pumpkin. Whenever you want to look at them."

"I'm thinking maybe, you know with Cora..." She left that thought
incomplete. "I'm thinking maybe I'll take a few of them home with me. Do
you think that would be okay?"

"They're all yours, baby. Your mama made them for you. You can take
whatever you want."

Jill kissed her daddy's cheek. This was one of those moments, as rare as
they were, when he was just her daddy...the dirty contents of those
journals and scrapbooks notwithstanding.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said and stood and went into her room.

Jill walked to the back hallway, past her dad's bedroom. She looked in and
smiled, thinking about all the wonderful times she had in there, in that
bed, just feeling Daddy's weight on her body, making her feel loved and
adored.

She proceeded to her bedroom and went straight to the big walk-in
closet. And, yes, they were there, several neat stacks of journals and
scrapbooks.

Her mother, Marilyn, was very organized and meticulous. She had labeled and
cross-referenced her scrapbooks and journals. Together, they told the story
of Marilyn' life with her little girl, Jill.

They were labeled by Jill's age, usually from her birthday in increments of
three to six months. Mom wrote every day. Even if she didn't have a lot of
time to spend with Jill one day, she always wrote about feeding her,
kissing her good morning, changing her diaper...all the mundane things
that, for them, were not always mundane.

In fact, there was hardly ever anything mundane between them, and that's
why the journals and scrapbooks were so interesting.

She grabbed the journal labeled "Jill - 1 year old, first three months" and
took it to sit on her bed.

Jill unzipped her jeans and sat against the headboard. She was wet from her
talk with Daddy, and she knew the journals would make her wetter.

She opened the journal to the entry she wanted. Being with her dad always
made her think about what they did together but also what might have been.

Today I met with the school principal for the first time about coming
back. She was so nice. I'll be getting a second grade class next year, but
I really missed little Jilly.

Thankfully, John was home today, so he could keep her entertained...and he
sure did. He did what I suspected he always did when I left him alone with
Jill. Who knows exactly what they do, but today was the first time I found
the evidence.

I found Jill in her high chair, and John was feeding her. She was so
stinking happy like always. I sat down next to John and made airplane and
chomping noises with him and listened to Jill's musical laugh with every
bite.

She wore only her diaper and her bib. She was so FUCKING cute! And, I
couldn't wait to get alone with her. I wished John would join us,
but...anyway.

I kissed John and, after he cleaned Jill's face and took her bib off, I
carried Jill into the bedroom.

I was wearing a business suit, so I laid Jill down on the end of the bed
and did a little striptease for her. She was so sexy lying there giggling
and wiggling as I sang a little stripper drumbeat as I swayed to the rhythm
for Jill, taking off my jacket, unbuttoning my blouse, dropping my skirt,
and stripping off my panties and bra.

Jill slid her hand inside her panties and just held her pussy, feeling her
fingers getting wetter and wetter as she read. She had pictures to help her
remember what her mama looked like, but Mom did her striptease a lot, and
Jill's tummy flipped, remembering her soft, sexy voice singing the
drumbeat.

She remembered the curve of Mama's hip as she swayed to that beat, her full
cleavage jiggling.

I love doing this with my little girl. It makes me so FUCKING wet because
of how delighted she is watching me...

Jill chuckled at her mom always writing the word `fucking' in big capital
letters, and she could understand it. She knew the special thrill of taking
her clothes off for an eager young girl. She also remembered her own little
thrill every time she looked at her mother.

She was so pretty with light brown hair, long legs, big tits, and soft but
flat stomach that Jill remembered resting on.

These were vivid memories even though she had been so young, barely older
than a toddler when...

She read on and soon found the part she was looking for.

I opened Jilly's diaper, and it was a mess. Of course, Jill had pissed in
it, but John had also cum all over Jill's puffy little slit and ass. I just
don't understand why he won't just come out and tell me. I mean it's partly
why I married him. I know exactly what he does with his little patients
because he tells me...in detail!

A little further down...

After I cleaned my saliva up with a baby wipe, we spent the rest of the
afternoon naked together with Jilly sitting, bouncing, and lying on top of
me, playing with my body, and, of course, I played with hers. It's my
favorite way to make love with my baby girl. Because Jilly isn't wearing a
diaper, we always end up a wet mess, a perfect excuse for a Mama-daughter
bath.

Jill was unconsciously squeezing her cunt in her panties at this point in
her reading and realized she needed to cum. So, she stripped off her jeans
and panties, leaving her blouse for the moment, and fucked herself with two
fingers thinking about her mother pulling that diaper off her and
thoroughly licking Jill's cunt, asshole, and cheeks of her Daddy's cum. She
didn't need to read it. She had read it and several similar instances
hundreds of times by now.

Thinking of her conversation with her dad and the images the journal
conjured, she came hard but not enough.

She got up, still wearing only her blouse, and retrieved the other journal
she wanted to read from. It was from when Jill was a couple months from
turning three.

My mom's coming for her monthly visit today. I love these days, and I need
it. I'm so FUCKING horny.

Jill chuckled and skimmed down past eating and bathing. As tantalizing as
they were, she skipped to the main activities of the day...

The doorbell rang, and I picked Jilly up in her frilly dress. I wore my
usual tank top and tiny gym shorts, showing plenty of skin, including my
bare feet. But, Mom always goes further, and when I opened the door, my jaw
actually dropped, even though I wasn't really surprised. It's just that Mom
is so damn shameless, and today she dressed like a street walking whore and
was just standing on the porch as brazen as you please.

She just stood there with her hands on her hips, smirking, chewing gum, and
let me take her in, a feast for the eyes. I looked at her red high heels
and let my eyes travel up her long, bare, beautiful legs to the tightest,
shortest skirt I'd ever seen. Seriously, it was no more than a strip of red
material. Then up over her wide hips and stomach, round from three
children, peeking out under the matching crop top that didn't leave
anything to the imagination.

I looked into her mischievous blue eyes and smiled, smiling back as she
shook out her extra primped blonde hair, clearly proud of herself.

Honestly, I'm still amazed at how FUCKING HOT she looks at 45 after three
kids!

Jill had seen pictures of Nana from this time in the scrapbooks. She was
curvy and did have quite a paunch, but she was definitely not that
overweight. Her legs were still slender and shapely, and Jill started
rubbing her breasts over her blouse, vague memories of Nana's breasts
floating through her head....

I actually wolf whistled like a rude construction worker, and Mom laughed
and said, "Hello to you, too." She stepped in. With Jill in my arms between
us, she leaned in and kissed me thoroughly, tasting of mint gum and the
stale cigarette she must have smoked on the way here, and said, "I'm
horny. I haven't had baby pussy in my mouth for a week."

Mom knew not to smoke around us, but Mom's unique flavor and her shameless
dirty talk always made my lower belly flip with arousal. Today was
certainly no different.

Jill's Nana was a family counselor, a social worker with a private
non-profit. Jill had heard stories from her own mouth how she had drawn
families into the joys of incest and sex with children.

As a teacher, having dealt with parents and their children, Jill understood
well how that kind of treatment could ease tensions caused by repressed
desires and knew firsthand the psychological benefit to children raised
with uninhibited physical expressions of love.

Nana's methods may not have been by the book, or legal, but they were
effective.

Jill figured that, in spite of all this, Nana usually wore more
professional clothing to work.

Because she was so horny, I immediately headed for the bedroom with Mom
following close behind. I sat against the headboard with Jilly between my
legs, leaning back on my breasts. I rubbed her little legs and tummy for
Mom as Mom undressed, starting by stepping out of her high heels, losing
about three inches of height. She never did do a slow striptease, but today
she was in even more of a hurry, like a street walker ready to get down to
business.

When she was gloriously naked, her clothes all over the floor, she climbed
up on the bed towards us and knelt at my feet and said, "I didn't even say
hello to you, did I Jilly?" Then, she leaned down, her tits hanging heavy
and round like fleshy balloons, and cupped the back of Jill's neck,
sweeping all around inside Jill's tiny mouth with her tongue. Jill pawed
her Nana's tits and let Mom do what she wanted with her tongue, then fell
back on my breasts, breathing heavy but smiling when Mom was done.

She was stinking cute, cooing, "Nananana" in her breathless little voice.

"Hi, Jilly. Are you ready to love Nana today?"

Jilly nodded very enthusiastically. I just love her so much, I kissed her
neck.

"Okay, baby. Take it off her," Mom said.

I pulled Jill's frilly dress up and off her, dropping it on the bed,
leaving her in her pull-up. It was a surprise for Mom. She knew Jill was
potty trained, but she didn't know that sometimes I put a pull up on her
and told her to just go.

Mom loved this. She didn't even let me take it off her. She did it herself.

As she read, Jill unbuttoned her blouse. This was too much. She needed to
be naked and taking care of herself while she read. So, when her body was
finally free of restrictive clothes, she mounted a pillow and started to
ride as she continued to read, resting the journal on the bed.

Mom pulled Jilly down onto her back, making Jill laugh her cute little
belly laugh. Mom blew a raspberry on her plump tummy and drew the pull-up
down her chubby little legs. She turned the pull-up inside out and licked
Jill's piss from it, moaning at the taste, then threw it on the
floor. Then, she scooted flat on her belly between Jill's legs and went to
town on our Jilly's wet little cunt.

Jill always loves when Nana is horny. She squirmed and giggled and squealed
happily as Mom flattened her tongue and licked all over Jill's plump, pink
little cunt, then turned her over and sucked on her little bubble butt and
spread her cheeks and burrowed her tongue into her asshole.

Meanwhile, I was enjoying the show. I ripped off my tank top and shorts as
Mom sucked on Jill's cunt, and by the time Mom was licking out Jilly's
little asshole, I was on my knees above Jill's head, squeezing one breast
and rocking on two of my fingers splitting open my cunt.

Mom and I were both moaning. Jill was gasping and squealing and
giggling. The room smelled like piss and cunt, two of my favorite aromas,
and Mom must have been humping her clit on the bed as she worked her tongue
on Jill because we both poured cunt juices in puddles on the sheets,
triggered when Jill suddenly sprayed more piss all over Mom's face as soon
as she turned Jill over on her back again. It must have been too much for
little Jilly, but she didn't seem to care. She said, "Mama, I pee!" in her
happy little voice.

I said, "Yes you did, and you made Mama and Nana cum all over the bed with
your sexy little body" and then I leaned over, upside down, and kissed
Jilly like Nana had kissed her, savoring her sweet breath and spit. Jilly
was more used to my mouth, so I got the pleasure of feeling her tiny little
tongue wiggling against my teeth.

Mom wasn't done with either of us. She kissed me first and thanked me for
the surprise, and, then, she changed places with me, and I ate her sloppy
seconds, tasting her saliva on Jilly's cunt as I ate her out while Mom
guided Jilly's tongue and lips until she gave her Nana another body
shattering orgasm with her mouth. Mom's whole body shook, and her legs went
out straight and stiff and lovely when her orgasm hit.

We finished our second round with Mom on her back while I helped Jilly lick
her sweaty underarms. Mom always loved that method of getting ready for the
next round, and Jill never complained.

Jill knew this was where she acquired her taste for feminine perspiration,
and, as she finished reading, she rode the pillow harder and harder.

She was so fucking close to cumming, and soon she did, feeling it roll
through her body, shuddering and tensing at least twice before her cunt
poured its juices out onto the pillow.

She needed a nap after all that, so she took the journals back to the
closet and put them in their proper places, then plopped down on the pillow
she'd just ridden, turned, still naked, and fell asleep.

A couple hours later, she heard a soft knock at the door and immediately
smelled Chinese food.

"Come in," she called, quickly rousing from her pleasant dream.

Her daddy opened the door, and she didn't even think of covering up or
hiding the evidence of her orgasm.

"I ordered dinner for us, pumpkin. If you don't want me to eat more than
the food, I suggest you put something on before coming out."

She laughed because she knew it was true, so, when he left, she put on her
sleep shorts and camisole. Sure, it wasn't that much less tempting, and she
knew she still had the slight stench of cum on her. But she trusted Daddy
to behave...mostly.

They ate the Chinese food for lunch and the leftovers for dinner. Jill told
Daddy about all the little girls in her class. She told him about Derek and
the twins, and she told him about Ms. Foster and Mary.

He told her about all his patients, the little boys too, though he left out
some details about them for her sake.

He told her about his new assistant and nurse in training, a sixteen year
old beauty who'd developed early, both her boobs and a taste for tiny wet
slits and stiff little knobs.

And, he told her that she liked bigger cunts and cocks, too, and the warm
feeling she got when Dr. Young flooded her fertile cunt.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she came in any day now and told me she's
pregnant. She doesn't let any of the other dads put it in her, so it would
definitely be mine. I don't have any patients old enough."

Jill wasn't concerned about some random little half-brother or sister
popping into the world. She knew her Daddy would take care of the girl, and
they'd both make sure the little one had all they needed and...a proper
upbringing.

Daddy hadn't told her every detail of his medical practice over the years,
but she figured it was likely that there were a few other nurses scattered
around the country with sons or daughters of varying ages that Jill shared
some DNA with.

Her daddy had stayed in the same clothes all day, and after they ate
dinner, he was still dressed in his jeans and flannel shirt.

Jill figured it helped him keep his hands to himself, but, all the same,
she rewarded him with some snuggle time as they settled in to watch a movie
before bed.

She tucked her legs under her butt and leaned on him with her head on his
chest as the opening credits rolled. Of course, his hands roamed, and she
didn't mind.

He squeezed her breast gently a few times, ran his hand down to her hip,
slid his hand down the back of her shorts, once, to squeeze her butt.

"Daddy," she whispered and pulled it out. He smirked and didn't try it
again.

She wasn't mad.

Of course, he kissed her cheek and neck many times before the closing
credits.

It all felt nice, soothing, including the butt grab. It relaxed Jill, made
her feel safe and loved, and when the movie was over, she was ready for
bed.

She yawned and stretched as she sat up. Then, as a final reward for being a
good Daddy, she cupped his now very stubbly cheek and tangled her tongue
with his for several seconds.

"Goodnight, Daddy," and then she went to bed. She was out like a light. It
had been a big day.

Thanksgiving morning, she got up early and changed into her surprise for
Daddy.

It was very much like her surprise for Melisssa, only it covered just a
little bit more of her than the faux lingerie she wore for Melissa.

The panties she wore for Daddy rode high with thin strips of material at
the top of her hips, connecting two triangles of fabric that covered Jill's
ass and pussy, just barely.

She wore a matching black, lacy, translucent top that was part shirt, part
bra.

She knew he wasn't up yet, so she went into the kitchen and started the
prep work for cooking the Thanksgiving dinner. It was just the two of them,
obviously, but they always made a full traditional turkey and fixings meal
for Thanksgiving, in her mother's memory.

"I thought I was the cook," she heard her Daddy's voice very close. She
hadn't heard him come in, lost in thought, but now she felt his strong
presence. He moved behind her and held her by the hips, kissing her cheek.

"I'm a big girl now, Daddy. I can help," but she knew he wasn't listening.

He was admiring her body. She let him look. She should have felt
self-conscious under his gaze, but all she felt was loved.

"Did you buy this outfit for me?" he asked, finally.

"Yes, Daddy. I knew you'd like it."

"Turn around, please," Daddy said.

Jill put down the knife and wiped her hands, turning around to lean on the
counter, hands on the counter by her hips, bending one leg for the full
effect.

Her sexy outfit exposed plenty of cleavage and the expanse of her firm
stomach, with the line of her panties curving well below her bellybutton,
only barely hiding her downy bush.

She smiled at him as he stepped back to look.

"Fucking hell," he said under his breath but loud enough for her to hear.

She smiled wider.

"I figured I could give you this much. I also left another present in your
bathroom because, no, I still won't let you...you know," she said.

"Can I at least kiss you?" he asked.

"Of course, Daddy. You know you always can."

She knew what kind of kiss he meant, and she put her hands on either side
of his almost clean-shaven neck as he approached her and initiated the kiss
herself, bringing his mouth to hers and prying it open with her tongue.

Of course, he didn't resist and soon they were moaning into each other's
mouths. He didn't have morning breath like Melissa. He'd brushed his teeth,
and that was nice but just not the same.

But, nevertheless, she loved kissing her daddy, and she even loved when he
grabbed her hips and pulled her into his body. She felt his strong chest,
his hard on.

It was more than she usually let him do, especially when she felt his hands
moving to squeeze her ass.

"You always did love morning sex," Daddy said between kisses, moving to her
neck, then back up to her chin and cheeks.

"Still do, `cause all the sexy little girls sashay into my classroom," she
said, starting to feel her breathing grow ragged.

It was almost time to stop.

"I love how you smell in the morning," Daddy answered, moving to inhale her
scent just above her cleavage.

"So does Melissa," she said.

He didn't stop immediately, but she knew that would slow him down.

He bent and pressed his lips to the softest part of her tummy and lingered
for several moments.

She put her hand to the back of his head, and her breath caught.

He was just so gentle when he was hungry for her, and she couldn't help her
body's response to the way he, her beloved father, expressed his desire for
her.

Finally, he moved back up to kiss her hard one more time

Then, he backed off, still holding her hips but otherwise not touching her
anymore.

"Good morning, Daddy," she breathed, definitely a little out of breath
herself, with their faces still only inches apart.

"Good morning, pumpkin," he mumbled back. "Thank you...excuse me."

And, he was gone again. She turned around with a huge, fond smile on her
face. She loved her Daddy so much, and she was happy to do this for him.

She did have to laugh as she heard him for a good solid 45 minutes, knowing
he'd found her panties from the day before on his bathroom floor.

He moaned so loud, even the shower didn't drown him out, and she was sure
he came at least twice, probably three times. She knew his cumming shouts,
but he was especially horny and especially loud that morning.

For a man in his fifties, he was amazingly virile.

And, she knew how damn damn hot she was. She wasn't conceited, but she was
well aware.

After he was finished, he came back to help.

"Thanks again, pumpkin," he said, kissing her cheek and looking some more.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

"For now," he said.

"You know you're insatiable," she said, bumping her hip to his and then
moving to the other counter to give him a break.

She did decide to leave the lingerie on until they put the turkey in the
oven. He didn't touch her again, though, which she appreciated.

"Okay, I need a shower," she said.

"Don't worry, I won't come in," he said, smiling.

"I know how to lock the door, Daddy," she said in a sing-song voice,
playing along.

He opened his mouth in mock surprise. "You'd never!"

She laughed. "You're right, I wouldn't. I trust you, Daddy. See you soon,"
She kissed his cheek and went to get ready for the day.

She knew he probably peeked, but, with most things he did, she didn't mind.

She came back in her jeans and a fresh shirt. She'd put on her dress later.

"I liked your other surprise for me, too," her daddy said as she joined him
at the table with some more coffee.

"I heard, you perv," she said, winking.

"I'm in my sexual prime," he fake boasted, and she laughed. No doubt he
was, or hadn't reach it yet. "Oh, and I left a surprise in them for you
too, if you want them back."

"Keep `em. If I put them on now, I'd probably get pregnant," she said, only
half joking. There was probably a lot in there. She waited for his
predictable answer.

He looked her up and down first.

"You know I'd help you with that any time you wanted," he said, and he
didn't mean making an appointment with a fertility clinic.

She knew there was a genuine offer to help buried in there somewhere, so
she leaned over and kissed his lips for a couple seconds. "I know,
Daddy. Keep those swimmers warm. I might find a way to take you up on your
offer that we both enjoy, someday."

She didn't have a firm idea, but she had some vague notion about Cora or
some unknown surrogate girl to give her and Melissa a child someday. She
could dream at least, and maybe her daddy could...help.

Mid-afternoon, the dinner was ready, and Jill finally took herself away
from Daddy's always hungry gaze for a few minutes to get ready for
dinner. She always dressed up, and so did he.

She changed into her new red dress with a white floral pattern. It was
ruffled on top and went to her neck but only fell to mid-thigh, leaving her
legs bare except for the white, strappy high heels she wore.

She gave her dad a little twirl when she walked into the living room where
he sat on the couch.

He whistled long and low, and she smiled and walked up to him. He was
wearing his blue suit, looking so handsome.

He took her hand and stood. "You're as pretty as your Mama ever was," he
said.

It was high praise, indeed. She knew how much he loved her mother and how
beautiful he thought his wife was.

"Thank you, Daddy. You're not so bad yourself," she said, winking.

She believed his compliment. He had shown it all her life in many ways,
physical and otherwise.

They intertwined their fingers as they moved to the table where the turkey
was already waiting with all the other dishes.

He pulled her chair out for her, kissed her cheek after she sat down, and
she watched him carve the turkey as he always did.

As they ate, she showed him pictures of Melissa and Cora.

"Melissa just sent me some from today," Jill said.

"Wow," Daddy said. "You weren't kidding."

He was looking at a picture of Cora smiling her cutest smile, not showing
off, just being herself, and as her Daddy looked, Jill's heart squeezed.

She wiped the corner of her eye and swiped to the next picture.

"Cora took this one. Did I tell you how obsessed she is with taking
pictures?" Jill asked.

"Yes, you did," Daddy said. "And, also, good god her mother's a looker,
too."

Melissa was wearing a fall floral print dress for Thanksgiving, a very
sexy, scoop neck black number with fall leaves scattered over the flared
skirt section of the dress, which only fell a little past her ass. She was
standing behind the turkey on the table with her hands out like one of
those game show girls showing off prizes.

"Isn't she? And, Daddy...that's her naive, dorky, adorable side coming
through. but you have no idea how completely depraved she is when you get
her out of her shell," she said, taking a deep breath because just the
memory was getting her all hot and bothered.

"Like how?" Daddy asked.

Of course he'd want to know.

"Well, for one, she loves to have sex when she needs a shower, and I don't
mean she loves to have sex in the shower. I mean she wants to fuck when
she's sweaty from a long day before she goes near a shower," she said.

"And let me guess. You're happy to lick her underarms clean," he said.

"You know it, and they taste fan-fucking-tastic."

He had always bemoaned the fact that she loved sweaty women and girls but
never liked it when he was sweaty, but he knew it was different.

"And, yesterday morning I had to shower again before I came here because
we'd been sleeping and then rolling around in puddles of our fluids on the
sheets," she said.

"Fuck," he said.

"Yeah," she said.

She showed him the last picture, which was a selfie of Cora sitting on
Melissa's lap at the table, with the turkey in front of them, apparently
about to eat.

"I bet you'd love to have them both together," he said.

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's going to happen," Jill said.

"You never know, pumpkin. Anything can happen. Just be patient," he
said. "Meanwhile, you have Abby."

"Yeah, I know. It's worth it, Daddy. I promise."

He smiled at her, and they took a selfie with their faces pressed together
and smiling, which Jill sent to Melissa before they finished eating their
dessert.

That evening, Jill took off her shoes, still wearing her dress, and
snuggled with her Daddy, much like the night before, while they watched the
parade from the DVR.

She let him grope her again as the parade floats went across the screen,
sending Jill's mind back in time to when she was a girl and Daddy took her
to parades, even the big one once when she was about ten.

That had been an especially...exhausting day.

When the parade was over, without a word, she straddled him to give him one
more deep, probing kiss, letting him grip the back of her thighs under her
dress, pouring all her love for both her mother and father into it, tilting
her head sideways to wind her tongue around his and drive the message home.

She'd had the best upbringing a girl could ask for, and she'd never get
tired of showing her dad how much she loved him for it.

"I love you so much, Daddy," she said, when she finally pulled back from
the kiss.

"God, I love you, too, pumpkin," he said, gasping for air as she stood up
to go to bed.

She felt her heart warm when she heard his loud orgasm ten minutes later as
she was climbing into bed, in just her underwear.

After a little while, she was still awake when she heard her dad's soft
knock.

"Come in, Daddy," she called.

Her daddy came in, holding his hands behind his back.

"I brought a couple things for you to take to your girls," he said,
approaching the bed.

She sat up against the headboard and, unconsciously, admired his bare
chest.

It reminded her of why she spent so much time in his bed even after she
knew...

"What is it?" she asked, bringing herself back to the present.

He brought his hands forward and sat on the bed. She felt his hip over the
sheet above her feet.

"Do you remember this?"

She smiled. It was a slightly ragged stuffed turkey she had given her Mama
on their last Thanksgiving together. Her daddy had bought it, obviously,
but it was from her. And Mama had cherished it in the time she had left.

"Yes, Daddy," Jill said, swallowing back tears.

"I want you to give it to Cora."

Before she could answer, he lifted the jewelry box from his lap and opened
it.

"And, I want you to give this to Melissa. Tell them, `Welcome to the
family'," he said.

It was her mother's favorite gold chain necklace with a small `M' charm on
it.

Jill was overwhelmed. She let a few tears escape with a sob before
collecting herself.

"Thank you, Daddy. They'll love them. I know it," she said.

"Good." He put them down on the nightstand, and she lunged for him and
hugged his neck tight, letting more tears out.

She held him for a long time, and he rubbed her back lightly...another
moment of just Daddy and his little girl.

Two in one day was, indeed, a rare occurrence.

When she settled down, she pulled back from the hug and sat back against
the headboard.

"Do you want me to tuck you in, pumpkin?"

She just smiled and scooted herself down so she was lying on her back.

He stood up and took hold of the covers and brought them up to her chin.

He tucked them under her shoulders, smiling, looking into her no doubt
shining eyes.

He kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, pumpkin,"

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."

"I'll always love you, forever and always, pumpkin."

He kissed her forehead again and turned off her light before closing the
door behind him.

She drifted off to sleep dreaming of bringing Melissa and Cora back there
to meet the best daddy to ever live.