The house was finally quiet.  All the family friends had gone home.  I had my first opportunity to think.  I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the master bath.  I had chosen it because of that mirror.  If the average American female is a seven, then on most days I am a 6.5.  On that day however, I was an eight maybe even 8.5.

I usually was found in baggy jeans and a stained sweatshirt at 8PM.  That night I wore a crumpled black dress.  Instead of my usual wild hair, my honey colored locks were plastered in place.  Earlier that day, it had taken my friend Samantha a whole can of hair spray to control the mess, but she did it.  My usual pale face was replaced by one almost professionally made up.  Samantha was not just a friend of the family, she was also a bit of a local legend.  Samantha had done the hair and makeup for a soap opera in New York before she returned home to raise her kids.

I know it is terrible to say, but I was gorgeous for my Mom's funeral.  God I hated myself for thinking that but it was true.  It might have been the best I had ever looked.  

Most of the two years that I had been gone I lived either with my no good husband or alone.  Both conditions meant I took most of my meals from a fast food joint or the freezer.  Consequently I had gained fifteen pounds.  It would have been terrible on most people.  Even fifteen pounds heavier than my little girl weight, I looked better.  Those fifteen soft pounds went mostly to my boobs.  A few wound up in a little tummy that I heard guys would find cute.  The trick was to stop the progression before it passed cute.

Coming home for my mom's funeral taught me one thing.  It was like that bible story.  You know, the kid takes off to see the world, then one day finds out his dad's animals eat better.  Well I had to feed Casper the first night I was home, my god had it only been two days, it seemed like I had been home for weeks.   Maybe it seemed as though I had never left.  Anyway I was about to make a chicken sandwich from the dark meat chicken bits in a plastic container when dad walked in.  

"Hey. that's Casper's chicken.  I'm sorry your mom cooked it for Casper."  Then Dad took it away from me.  I think Daddy was in shock.  

He and mom seemed to be so close, he must be in shock.  Not only that, he probably won't be able to fend for himself either.  Yes I was talking myself into staying in Taylorville with my dad.  All I had to do was to convince him.  I decided to let it go until at least the next day.

Daddy seemed pretty shaky when he went to bed that night.  Mom's funeral appeared to have done a number on him.  I tried to watch TV but all I could think of was how much better my life had been before I left home.

At eighteen I took off to get married.  No I didn't marry the first boy I ever slept with.  Gary wasn't even the second.  The first I hardly remember.  Okay I do remember it.

"Hey, somebody made a mistake here.  They have you listed as Bug."  The boy who held the clipboard acted as though he was in charge of something or other.

"Not a mistake, they asked what I wanted to be called.  That's what everyone at home calls me."

"Oh okay.  I'm Tommy Harris.  Is this your first years at camp?"

"Yeah my first and probably my last."

"Why is that?"

"Cause it is deadly dull.  Nothing going on here at all."

"You just haven't met the right people yet."  He said it with one of those wise assed smiles that only a teenaged boys tries to make work.

"Oh and who are the right people?"

"Why me and my friends.  See that really tall blonde girl over there?"  I nodded.  "That's Shelly Abraham.  She and I kind have a thing going."

"I see.  Well I'm glad that you have a thing going."

"No, I don't mean with each other, well not exclusively anyway.  We have kind of a band camp gang."  I laughed at the silly illusion that brought to mind.  Nerds in motorcycle jackets.  "Hey don't laugh it's the only fun thing going on here."

I didn't say no, so he took it as a yes.  Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a large booth at the soda shop  It was down the hill from the college where the band camp was being held.  It was fun to sit and laugh with a bunch of kids I didn't know.  Two of the guys were very attentive.  I had never had a boyfriend, so I was really into all the attention.  I had never had a boyfriend because at fifteen I was about thirty pounds heavier than I was at eighteen.  I had that baby fat thing going.  Boys at home had the 'what will the guys think' mind set.  At band camp nobody would ever know what we did.  At least that was the way Tommy and Shelly explained it.  It was our chance for complete anonymity, because we would most likely never see the people again.  Even better they would never see anyone we knew.

It sounded very good to a 15 year old girl who came from a town so small even the strangers knew me.  We stayed at the soda shop until time for the evening practice.  On the way back to the school one of the other hangers on asked, "So Bug, would you like to go out after practice tonight?"

"Are we allowed to go out at night?  I'm new to all this."  I added the last part because I noticed the look Tommy gave Shelly.

"Yeah nobody here cares what we do."  Shelly said it so matter-of-factly that it had to be true.

"Sure, where do you want to go?"  I couldn't refuse after my only objection had been shot down.

"We are all going down to the pizza parlor after."  Tommy said that.

"Okay, then sure," I replied more encouraged since there would be more than just me.  At the pizza parlor Tommy chose the booth.  It was in a rear corner without a lot of light.  We were too young even in the dark for beer, so we had coke with the pizza.  It didn't matter I was high on the excitement of being away from home.  Not to mention in a booth with two of the in kids.  I mean everybody made a big deal of them.  They had quickly established a kind of posse.  

One of the male hangers on came to sit with us.  He slipped in beside me.  The booth was large enough that he didn't need to press as tightly against me as he did.  Two more of boys from the band came in.  They sat at a table beside us.  They even pulled it close enough to touch the booth.  What that really did was to shield the boy beside me from view.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my leg.  I stiffened ready to remove it, but I saw Shelly nod and smile at me.  I didn't do anything while I thought about it.  That was the mistake I suppose.  I should have stopped him at the beginning.

He moved his hand to slides it between my legs.  He was inching his way up.  I tried to resist without making a fuss.  I knew that if I made a scene, I would be banished from the group.

"Just relax Bug, I promise you'll like it."  The voice belonged to the boy beside me.  I don't think at that time I even knew his name.  

"I'm trying," I whispered back.

"You are too tense open you legs."  His voice didn't carry past our group but everyone else at the both and table knew what he was doing.  All of them had wicked smiles.  Suddenly his hand moved and I didn't know what I felt.  I was a little happy to have it end so easily and yet almost missed it.

I shouldn't have worried he was only readjusting his position and also moving the hand under my full skirt.  I felt his hand on my naked thigh and gasped.  It must have been at least loud enough for the others to hear because I was suddenly the center of attention.  The others seemed to be watching as his hand move closer to his goal.  I tried to find the will to resist, but I couldn't.   I opened my legs even more for his advance.

When his finger found my panties I went stiff for a second.  "Relax honey," It was Shelly who spoke.  I couldn't even smile.

"How does she feel?"  Tommy asked.

"She is hot man.  I can feel her heart pounding through her skin."  The boy turned his attention to me. "You are hot aren't you bug?"

I tried to nod but he insisted I answer.  "Yes." I replied.

"Good I love a hot bitch.."  The words shocked me but so did his finger as it found my lips.  He ran his finger up and down the outside as I breathed hard.  I could feel how slippery I was for him.  "You are a hot bitch aren't you bug?"

"Yes," it was almost a moan.

"Good,"  He moved up to place his slippery finger over my clit.  I had no idea that it would. feel so good to have a boy do that.  I was choking while he rubbed it.

"God she really is hot." It was Tommy who spoke.  I heard him but it was far, far away.  My mind was locked on the fire inside me.

"Do you want me to finger fuck you bug?"  I nodded.  "Ask me Bug/"

I was torn.  I loved the way he felt as he touched me but I had a very hard time saying the words.  

"Come on Bug ask him,"  It was one of the other boys.  I had forgotten that they were even in the room.

"Yes finger fuck me."  I couldn't believe the words came from me.  I felt his finger slide inside me.  I had never had a boy's finger in me.  It felt like he was filling me up.  It also felt so long that  it seemed to touch the core of me.

He began to move his finger in and out of me.  He must have been very experienced because I was almost whining.   Shelly had to tell me to be quiet.  She also giggled.  I bit my lip as I climbed closer and closer to a giant orgasm.

"You gonna cum for us?"  I don't even know who asked but I answered yes.  I know my voice was too loud but I couldn't help it.  I came with a gut wrenching spasm.  I shook and whined quietly.  I was still racked with orgasm when I felt his finger on my lips.

"Suck it bitch," he demanded.  I opened my mouth and tasted his finger.  It was salty and a little stale tasting.  I felt him begin to move his finger in my mouth.  I was a little shocked because he was fingering my mouth as he had done my body.  The shock was both what he was doing and that he was doing it in front of the others.  I should have been curled up recovering from the mind boggling orgasm, but instead he was fingering my mouth.  He moved my hand to his lap.  My eyes were closed as I wrapped my fingers around his erect penis.  I could feel the length and thickness even through his shorts.

"If my shorts weren't so long I'd let you jack me off.  You'd like that wouldn't you bug?"  I knew better than to try to nod.

"Yes," I said in a voice I did not recognize.

You're going to fit in just fine," Tommy said.

"Thank you," I have no idea why I said that.  I wasn't sure that it was how I felt.  The boy's name was Michael.  I found that out after I had already had his finger inside a couple of different places.  Michael was also a college boy, which explained how he knew so much.  He wasn't a camper he was a camp counselor.  I really did feel special when I found that out.

They gave me a few minute to recover before they suggested we leave.  I hated to see it end, but I knew that it was for the best.  I could go home and regroup.  I knew that with a little thought, I could justify it and then turn my back on it all.  Feeling guilty wasn't an option, fixing the problem was what I needed to do.

We were walking down the main sidewalk when I made the turn toward our dorms.  Living in a college dorm was part of the appeal of the camp, for me at least.  Michael caught my arm and pulled me back. "Come on Bug the night is young."  I know I should have left but I didn't want them to think I was the nerd that I really was.  

"Okay," I didn't even ask what we were going to do.  I was mellow and I felt that I could handle even the older Michael.  After all he was horny, not me.  I just melted into the group as we moved along the sidewalk.  I should have asked where we were going but I really didn't care.  I felt wonderfully relaxed.  It was one of the few times that I had gotten off and not just fallen asleep.  I usually masturbated in bed.

Michael was in the lead, at least as much as anyone was.  The group just kind of  wandered.  I had no idea that there was a destination until Michael headed down a foot path which led into the dark.  I know I should never have gone without asking where.  Especially not with four boys and only one other girl.  It should have flashed warning signs all over the place.  It didn't I guess because I was so relaxed.  I know that is just stupid considering why I was so relaxed, but I didn't have a worry in the world.  Not even as I walked into the darkness with them all.

The path led to what I would late learn  was the family picnic area.  It was most often used when the student's families came to visit.  There were a dozen picnic tables and various areas separated from each other by only a few feet.

I suddenly had the foreboding feeling that I should have had all along.  I didn't think that running would be appropriate or that it would even help.  I was probably just being paranoid, I thought.  

Michael sat on the top of a picnic table with his feet on the seat.  He still had my arm so it wasn't difficult for him to pull me to him.  He kissed me and I have to admit that I liked it.  It was one of those kisses that was hot and full of tongue.  I loved the feeling of his tongue in my mouth.  It brought back memories of the pizza parlor.  I found myself pressed against him even though it wasn't a conscious move on my part.  I was bent at a funny angle since the seat was between us.  I couldn't quite press my body against his.  Yet I felt my breast flatten.  I tried to pull away but Michael help me with a strong grip at first then with the force of that kiss.  The hands that kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples unbuttoned my blouse as well.  I suddenly felt a hand inside my bra.

The rough hand on my naked skin and the tongue in my mouth was almost too much.  I thought I might faint.  I know my knees got weak.  I had to lean against the seat to keep from falling.  Michael pulled one of my hands from around his neck but didn't break the kiss.  He guided my hand to his penis again.  

Michael had an erection again.  I wrapped my fingers around his penis without thinking.  It felt like a charge of electricity ran through me at the touch.

"Take it out sweet bitch," he said.  I dutifully unzipped his fly.  I slipped my hand inside.  It was a struggle to free his penis from his briefs but I did it.  "Now stroke it baby."  I tried to move my hand over it but I didn't do a very good job.  "You never did this before did you?"

"No," I whined.

"Let me help."   With those words he placed his hand over mine.  He moved my hand back and forth over his penis.  "Oh yes baby that's the way."

While I stroked his penis the hands from the boy behind me began to move down my body.  I shivered.  I knew where he was headed.  It was probably my last chance to resist, but I didn't.  It was most likely a combination of what my body was feeling and my need to be accepted into the group.

"Oh baby that is so good.  If you only knew how good that makes me feel."  I loved hearing that.  It made me feel even warmer than the clumsy hands that raised my skirt.  "Have you ever kissed  a cock?"

"No," I wasn't as disgusted as the voice made me sound.  Where that voice came from I had no idea.

"Well you want to don't you?"

"No please not that," I replied.  I know I sounded pitifully but it didn't help.

"Yes Bug, I know you want to learn it all.  I'm going to be your teacher.  Now bend over and kiss my dick."  

I didn't move and he most likely knew that I wouldn't.  I suddenly felt the boy behind me begin to exert force on my shoulders.  It was going to be either bed over or be on my knees.  I have no idea why I felt that I would do better bent, but I did.  I bent at the waist until I was very close to his penis.  I could see it in the moonlight.  Not well enough to see any detail but enough to know where it was.  I could even smell it as I hesitated a second.  It smelled funky is the only way I can describe it.

The boy behind me was rubbing my ass as I touched my lips to Michael's penis.  I kissed the tip and felt the wet slippery pre cum on my lips.  Michael shivered.  He also put his hands behind my head. He must have felt me stiffen.  "Don't panic Bug I'm just going to going to help you do it right.  You want to learn how don't you?"  I didn't but at that moment I knew instinctively not to argue.   I simple allowed it to happen.

He pushed down on my head and raised his hips at the same time.  His cock slid into my mouth.  It was warm and so smooth that it surprised me.  He gently moved my head up and down.  He stroked my mouth with his cock as he had done with his finger.  It was bigger of course but he seemed to be very careful.  He didn't choke me or make me gag at all.

"You have the most wonderful mouth Bug.  Did you know that."   I couldn't answer he was holding me on his penis.  "If feels so hot and tight on my cock."  At that same moment I felt the boy behind slide his finger into me.  He began to stroke me as I allowed Michael to use my mouth.  "Bug I love the way you make me feel.  You are such a good lover."

His words and the other boy's finger did something to me.  I could feel myself turn on more than ever before.  Michael could tell.  He removed his hands, but I kept moving on his penis anyway.  "That's right Bug suck my dick because you love it.  If you love it take it just a little deeper."  I tried but it gagged me.

"That's okay Bug just keep trying."  I worked his penis just a little deeper over several strokes.  I didn't realize that he was ready to cum.  I had no experience with men at all.  Suddenly my mouth was full of thick sticky goop.  I gagged but had to swallow to keep from drowning.  Michael had replaced his hands on my head as he came.  

That feeling of relief when I could breath again was short lived because I began to orgasm shortly after.   The boy behind me was working his fingers all over me.  I felt him inside and on my clit at the same time.   I came in what was surely a gush.  As I did Michael released his grip on me.  It didn't matter I was a total wreck by then.  I couldn't do anything but just stand there bent over with my knees shaking.  His penis went soft in my mouth.  I didn't even try to revive him.  I frankly didn't know enough about men to have an inkling what to do anyway.

"So how is that pussy?" Michael asked the boy behind me.

"I can't wait to bury my dick in her," the boy replied.  I wanted to run away but I couldn't, my legs were far too wobbly for that.

"Well you can't just as soon as I rest a minute I'm going to fuck her."  Michael was so sure of himself that I wanted to slap him, but I knew I wouldn't.  My body was still shaking in orgasm and the words just made it better.

I was still lost in feeling my own body quiver when he stood.  He pushed me to the end of the table then bent me over so my upper body lay on the table top.  I was standing on my tiptoes so that my feet were still touching the ground.  I felt hand spread my legs wide.  I knew the hands belonged to Michael.  I didn't even try to resist.

I was slippery and wide open for him.  Even so his penis tore into me.  He had to fight his way into me.  It took him several hard stokes before I felt his body pressing against my butt,  Michael wasn't that large, but  I was that tight even after I dilated.  He hurt me but the pain didn't fully register.  It was in the back of my mind but I was far too involved in the other new sensations.

"Damn it Mike, you promised I could fuck her if I helped."  The voice obviously belonged to the boy who had been rubbing my body while I had Michael's penis in my mouth.

"'And so you shall, just as soon as I finish.  Bug is a hot little bitch.  She can fuck us all and still not have enough.  Isn't that right bitch?"  

He pulled my hair as he moved inside me.  I couldn't answer only moan.  "That was a yes Steve.  God this whore's got good pussy.  Tight as a virgin."

"With that fat ass she probably is a virgin." The voice replied.

"Not any more Steve."  Michael gave a wicked laugh.  

I hated myself for it but I was in a constant state of orgasm.  It ebbed and flowed but it continued to grip me.  I felt Michael stiffen, then I felt empty for a few seconds.  Soon it started all over.  It seemed to go on for hours, but I don't think it was very long at all.

Shelly helped me to the dorm.   I could not have found it alone.  My mind was in a total melt down.

I managed to get moving the next day but I hurt all over.  I was in constant pain from several sources.  My muscles hurt from the awkward positions and from all the orgasms.  My vagina hurt from the abuse.  I was sure that I was torn and bruised.  I knew that I should report Michael.  I was agonizing over it, when he walked into the practice room.  He ignored me all day.  I was determined to report him when the afternoon session ended.

"Bug could I speak with you please?"  he made the announcement just as the practice ended.  

He waited until everyone else left before he spoke.  "I just want you to know.  You are a great fuck."

"That is totally uncalled for." I replied in a huff.

"Well, we could ask Steve but I'm sure he agrees."

"I was trying to decide whether report you or not.  Now I'm going to."

"What for you were willing.  You gave consent."

"I'm underage and you know it.  They will hang you for raping me."

He laughed at me.  "You are going to have to admit that you asked me to finger you in the pizza place.  After that they are going to believe that you did consent.  Probably even that you seduced me." Just the thought of me having to say that with my daddy in the courtroom killed any thought I had of making a report.

"So how about you and I get together tonight."

"No, I don't think so."

"Okay, I guess I understand."  Just then another of the band campers knocked on the practice room door.  Michael smiled at her just as he had at me the day before.  I wanted to warn her but I decided against it.

"Hey Bug hold up."  It was Shelly calling to me after dinner.  "Are you okay?"  She asked that after she reached me.

"I feel awful."  I was trying to confide in her but she didn't seem to notice.

"Why you seemed to be enjoying yourself last night."

"That was so wrong."

"Answer me this?" I nodded.   "Did you cum?"

"That's beside the point."

"Did you ever cum more?"

"No," I replied looking at the concrete walkway.

"Then relax and enjoy it.  The word is the guys loved you.  Said you were tight as a virgin, but fucked like a real whore."

"Shelly, I don't find that a compliment."

"Well it is one.  They are going to be after you for the rest of the week.  You might as well take your pick."  She was right.  Guys, who would ordinarily not look at me, suddenly sat at my table for lunch.  They even walked with me between practice sessions.  They asked me to dance at the camp socials.  All I had to do to keep the attention coming was to put out.  Like Shelly had said, no one at home would know.  Michael and Steve had me that second night I was in camp.  After that night they were a blur.  A different one each of the four nights found his way to the picnic area with me.   I did draw the line at Shelly and Tommy.  I might have done it with Tommy, but Shelly was part of the package.  I just wasn't ready for that.

I should have been ashamed.  I was lying in my mother's house on the night of her funeral with my finger on my clit reliving my first sexual encounter.  It was that band camp where I began to think of my vagina as pussy.  It was there that I began to think of a penis as a dick or a cock.  It was there that I had my sexual awakening.  

That night I found myself in the same room, and the same bed, where I masturbated after band camp.  I relived that night then as well.  I masturbated again while reliving those same experiences.  On the same night we buried my mom, I was working my clit furiously.  I came with the corner of a pillow in my mouth to remain silent.  I was ashamed but it didn't stop me.

"So Bug, what you got planned.  You going to visit old friends today?"

"I hadn't thought about it but I probably should.  How about you dad.  What are you going to do?"

"Well, I don't feel like it, but I'm going to finish some images.  I supposed have had them ready last weekend."

"You want me to help.  I expect I still remember how."

"Probably not this new stuff, but that's okay.  Anyway go visit your friends, I don't expect you will be here long."

"We can talk about all that later.  I think I will go visit Sarah."

"I haven't seen her since your wedding.  What is she doing."  Daddy hadn't kept you with my friends and there was no reason he should have.

"She is working at the mall.  Some kind of jewelry store, I think.  I guess I will call her and have lunch with her at the mall."

"That sounds like a good idea.  I'm just going to the studio to work.  If you need anything just come on out."  The studio was a two story triple garage that daddy and three of my uncles built.  They built it as a studio but from garage plans.  Daddy had always spent a lot of time out there.

"Okay, I'm going to go take a shower, then I'll call Sarah."  Daddy just nodded then walked toward the door.  He seemed to walk a little slower than I remembered.

I left the bathroom door open while I showered, then dressed.  Why you might ask, I couldn't give you a good answer I just did.  It was okay because nothing happened.

Sarah and I had lunch in the mall but at a real restaurant.  It wasn't one of those food court things, but a sit down waitress type place.  Sarah kept looking at her watch so it wasn't our best meal together.  Besides the ghost of my mom hung over us.  Sarah hadn't bothered to come to Mom's funeral, and it was probably a good thing.  Mom most likely would have sat up in the coffin and ordered her out.

Daddy never knew why mom hated Sarah.  Hell he most likely didn't even know that she did.  Sarah had a reputation as Mom would say.  Sarah and I were as different as night and day.  She was open about her sexual exploits and I was guarded about mine.

I met her because we shared a boyfriend.  She was his girlfriend in the open, and I was in the dark.  It worked out pretty well even after she found out.  Sarah loved him and I loved to fuck him.  I know, my language had changed a great deal by that time.

"So Bug, I heard you finally wised up and left that jerk you were married to?"

"Yes, well he might have left me.  I'm not real sure on that one.  I think we were both ready to go."

"Don't matter none, you was always too good for that piece of trash.":

"Well I;m pretty sure that piece of trash didn't see it that way."  I laughed my wicked little girl laugh.

"So what outrageous thing did he do to finally send you packing?

"Now what makes you think that?"

"Let me see, he is the guy who butt fucked you for the first time."

"Yeah that was pretty outrageous."

"Probably not  that as much as having me watch."

"If you hadn't refused, you would have been the one."

"Well, I drew the line at that but you didn't have a line."  She laughed but it was a wicked one.

"You know me Sarah, get me hot enough and I'll do most anything."

"Gary proved that for sure."

"Are you angry about that?  You weren't at the time."  I was squirming in the booth but not because she mentioned my ex.  It was because I was remembering the night he took my butt cherry.

Sarah shook her head.  "No just remembering what a slut you were for him."

"Well Sarah you were there before me."

"Yes but I didn't do everything he wanted.  It's why I lost him to you.:"

"If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else."

"Yes, some other slut."

"You know this lunch is going downhill in a hurry."

"Yes, I think we should just move on and not look back."  Sarah stood and walked away.  She left me to pay the check.  I smiled at that thought.  So much for renewing old acquaintances.

I was in the car on the way home when I remembered Gary.  I met him through Sarah. She and I had worked together at the mall.  She worked for a toy store and I in a photo kiosk.   Since she was a smoker, we often talked while she took smoke breaks across from the kiosk.

She suggested a double date with Gary and his friend.  I got the friend of course.  The date had been a disaster.  The three of us talked and laughed all night.  The friend had been bored to tears.  I hated it, but he just wouldn't join in.  After a while I just ignored him.  I spent my time talking to Gary and Sarah.

The three of us went out to dinner and to the movies a couple of times before they began inviting me over to watch TV.  Neither of them made enough money to go out often. We seemed to enjoy each other's company enough to just veg together.

It started pretty harmlessly.  Gary and Sarah would make out on the sofa while watching TV.  I think he saw that it made me uncomfortable, but he kept it up anyway.  Then he progressed to fingering her while I tried not to look.  

One night he had his hand in her panties.  She had her eyes closed and was deep into it, when he took my hand and placed it on his hard cock.  I shouldn't have but I wrapped my fingers around it.  The feel of his cock turned me on.  

Gary had a hand under Sarah's skirt and fingers inside her panties.  He was looking at me while I had my hand wrapped around his cock.  He smiled at me.  I couldn't help looking at the two of them.  Not only that he could see something in me that I didn't see.  

He switched his gaze from my eyes to my breasts.  I saw the smile and knew what he wanted.  I shook my head,  He smiled knowingly.  His gaze was hypnotic.  I reached up and opened the top button of my blouse.  He smiled and nodded.  He licked his lips even.  I opened two more buttons before Sarah had her orgasm.   I was about to rebutton my blouse when he shook his head.  The blouse had only one button closed when Sarah opened her eyes.  She saw it, smiled at me then closed her eyes again.

I don't know if she was sleeping, pretending to be or just out of it.  Either way Gary silently turned his attention to me.  He didn't kiss me as he had Sarah.  Instead he buried his face in my cleavage.  He finished the last button, then reached around me to open my bra.  I suddenly had him sucking on my right breast.  He had my body quivering from it.  He could tell from my breathing that it was having the desired effect on me.

His hand found it's way inside my jeans.  I could feel him exploring my body.  I clung to his arm as he found my clit.  He rubbed it and I squeezed his cock.  He looked up from my breast and said, "Suck it."

I hesitated as any person in their right mind would. Gary bit me hard.  I thought that he had brought blood.  "Do it bug, you know you need cock."

I didn't think again.  I simply slipped to my knees between his spread legs.  I worked his cock out and took it into my mouth.   It had been a long time and he was right I needed to at least feel one again.

The feel of his cock in my mouth was amazing,  It was smooth and hard.  I had it covered with my mouth It had less of a taste and more a sensation.  I was very turned on by his cock in my mouth

I moved on his cock as I remembered doing for Michael.  He responded with a moan just like Michael had..  I was so turned on I couldn't help it my hand went to my clit.  I began to rub it wildly as I sucked on his cock.  He fucked away at my face while I worked my clit.  When he came I swallowed most of it but some ran out of the corner of my mouth.   I had his nasty cum on my chin and breasts.  I looked up and saw Sarah looking down.

"I see you found your cocksucker," she didn't look angry at all.

"Yes and she is damn good."  He turned his attention to me.  Stay at it bug and I will fuck you when it gets hard again.  I saw Sarah smile her agreement before I began to suck on his cock again.

It took a few minutes but he was rock hard again.  He moved behind me and began to slip his cock into my soaked pussy.  I felt it open me as it went deeper.  I was so hot that I came before he stroked me more than a few times.  As he continued to work for his orgasm Sarah moved a little then opened her legs and pulled me to her.  I resisted until I realized that she had her panties on.  

She laid my head in her lap while Gary continued to fuck me,  I moved with him while he worked up to his orgasm.  It took a long time and I was a wimpering wreck when he finally came in me.

When Gary came in me, it was accompanied by the smell of Sarah's pussy.  She was ripe but it was a marvelous combination.  As he came Sarah smiled down at me.  Hanging out with the two of them was unbelievably sexy.  Gary fucked us both of course.  He would have me suck his cock between strokes with Sarah.  Sarah did not suck cock, she informed me later.

So I became her stand-in cock sucker.  I did most of the things Gary wanted.  It was the strangest of arrangements.  Gary would screw us both but he truly loved Sarah.  I'm not sure why he asked me to marry him, but he did. Sarah said she was through with both of us, so I might as well.  The marriage was a disaster.  It seems that Gary and I had one thing in common and nothing else.  We both liked sex.

What Gary did not like was working.  He drifted from job to job.  We lived as best we could on my small paycheck from the mall's photo Kiosk.  Daddy hated Gary and I'm sure Gary felt the same.  He just knew better than to tell me.  I stayed away from Mom and Dad for a long time.  Even after Gary and I separated, I was too hurt to visit.  I felt like they would be saying I told you so, even though I doubted that the words would ever be used.

The break up with Gary came when he whored me out.  Yes, Gary tried to get me to screw for money.  It was the final straw when he pimped me out.  He brought a guy home for me to screw.  I did it but I kept the money and used it and my pay check that week for a small studio apartment.  The building was filled with old ladies but it suited me fine.  I had decided that it was time to turn my life around.

It took Mom's death to bring me home.  I was twenty years old and felt fifty.  Getting past Gary and his kink was like getting off drugs.  Well I was never on drugs so I'm not exactly sure about that.  

Gary had introduced me to sex with a woman.  He and Sarah had to overcome my natural aversion to it, but they did.  I never considered myself bisexual since I would never have gone looking for a woman.  I was more willing to go along, than anything else.  Sarah was almost the only woman that it happened with.  Gary did bring home a girl from one of his many jobs.  She was pure lesbian and rough as hell.  

At the time Gary was driving a truck for a courier company.  She was the dispatcher.  I'm not sure how he brought it up but he knew she could help him.  He offered me for a better route.  I had no idea until she was in the living room.  I went along since it wasn't for money. Okay it was sorta since Gary also needed to work more.

The first thing she did was make Gary leave.  It wasn't difficult since she controlled his routings.  He was gone only a few minutes when she said, "You will do as you are told nothing more nothing less."  I nodded.

"You will answer 'Yes Mistress'," she demanded.  I smiled.  She slapped me across the face,  Then she smiled.

"Yes Bug, that's how this works."  I was going to protest, but I remembered the stinging slap.  I wondered it Gary new she was violent.  It wouldn't have mattered to him, I decided.   The woman's name was Zandy.  Zandy was so brutal as a lover that I had a cut inside my lip.  It was caused by teeth jabbing me, while she held my head pressed too tightly against her pubic bone.

"Damn it Bug, I'm going to cum don't you dare stop doing that."  I continued to suck, lick and move her clitt around with my lips.  It was far too small to do anything but lick and bite ever so gently.  It was my first encounter with oral sex on a woman.  Sarah and I had never done that.  I didn't find it pleasurable enough to do it again.  When she came Zandy pressed her hips so hard against my face that I though she was going to break my nose.  

The hardest thing for me to believe was that I couldn't help masturbating while I licked her pussy lips or sucked on her clit.  I came in bone crunching orgasms while she pounded my face with her pussy.  I took three showers that night but I could not get the smell of her off my face or out of my hair.  It lingered for more than a day.  I could smell her even while I worked that next day.  I even imaged that my customers could smell her and knew what I had become.



"So Bug, what you gonna do tomorrow?"  Daddy asked it at breakfast on Friday.

"You trying to get rid of me?"  I asked only half kidding.

"No, not at all.  I am shooting a wedding tomorrow and I sure could use some help.  You used to help me, so you know what to do.  Between the two of us we might remember how."  Daddy did look a little bewildered.

"You got it.  I'll just need to call to let them know at work."

"As a matter of fact, I could use some help on a lot of things that I have going.  Your mom did a lot of the book work and a lot of the shooting to when I was in a pinch.  Without her I'm going to scale back, but I can't get out of what I already contracted."

"Daddy that mall kiosk thing is a joke.  How about I give you a hand around here till you can get settled in again."

"Well I'm pretty much committed till Thanksgiving.  Can you spare that much time?"  He was serious.  I had to love him, he was up to his ass in trouble but worried about me.

"Yes daddy, they can hire a replacement for a while.  There are always openings with that company or ten more companies like it."

"Fair enough," he said with a smile.

"One thing though."

"What's that," he asked.

"I don't think there is any need for me to keep that apartment.  Why don't I just move my things in till the first of the year.  I can go back out then.  It's not like that place is anything special."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Daddy, it will be fine.  I'm sure of it."  He just didn't know how sure I was of it.

I managed to get it all moved that same afternoon.  It was suddenly as if I had never left.  I had a tiny desk top computer but it was enough to get to the internet and get around..  My connection was dial up so it wasn't a problem to move it.  I just had to stay of the net till late at night when no customer would be calling.  Dad and I agreed that after 9pm was reasonable.

I had been visiting chat rooms since Gary and I split up.  It was mostly to help me get past the ache in my body.  Gary may have been a complete louse, but he was a great lover.  If he had just been able to see any of us as human, rather than toys, he might have been an alright guy.


The same night that I moved my things back home, I went into a chat room.  I had begun with general bs chats, but had slowly over time worked myself into the hard core rooms.  My imagination was good enough, to drive me high enough, so that I could easily get off.  I usually finished after I signed off.  It was just the outside stimulation that I craved.  Interactive porno I had heard it called.  A good chat partner was better than a porn story any day.

When a woman first enters an adult chat room she is assaulted by men.  Usually I just ignore all the "are you horny" type questions.  Along with those I planned to ignore all the phone sex people as well.  There was no way that I was going to have some pervert call me at dad's house.  The one I didn't ignore that night was from a chatter named, Caretaker.  His question was a simple, "Have you ever taken it up the ass?"

My replay was, "Yes have you/"

"Yes, but I can't say that I liked it enough to do it more than once."

"That's one of the benefits of being a man I guess.  I had no choice."

"Oh how so?" he asked.

"I was married to a very persuasive man at the time.  Well it was before we were married, but he was still persuasive."

"Ah so did you do it enough times to learn to like it?"

"I suppose so.  I'm not sure that it would be my first choice, but I don't refuse to do it either."

"Now you have me curious, how did he convince you to do it enough times to begin to love it."

"I never said I loved it.  I only said that I don't refuse to do it."

"Honey, after you stopped doing it with him, you could have said no to anyone else who asked."

"I suppose I could have, but it hasn't come up again.  So I haven't had to refuse."

"Well that makes sense then."

"I thought so."

"Still how did he convince you to do it more than once?"

"Wait for the right moment then pressure me.  That's about all I know that he did."

"So you let men have their way?"

"Well there haven't been any since him, but yes I let him have his way."

"And was he large enough that it hurt?"

"I don't know that a man has to be large for it to hurt, it is like a salmon swimming upstream.  It can be done but it isn't easy or pleasant."

"But my dear the Salmon are going to spawn."

"I never asked a Salmon if spawning was fun.  I don't expect that it is."

"Well taking it up the ass isn't a biological imperative you know.  You had to have accepted it."

"You are right my body never did scream for a cock up my ass.  I guess I am just a push over for a man with some sexual backbone."

"Well put, my dear.  Why don't you let your mind loose and relive that night.  Tell me all about it in detail?"

"I'm not sure I want to do that."

"Of course you do or you would have stopped talking to me by now."

"I guess there is some truth in that."

"Yes I suppose there is, so tell me."

"You have to understand that before we were married my husband was involved with me and a friend both."

"Oh nice did you share him at the same time?"

"Yes, that particular night the other girl was having her period.  Gary couldn't manage to make love to a girl having her period."

"You mean he couldn't fuck your friend because she was on the rag?"

"Yes."

"Then say that."

"You really do want it down and dirty."

"Yes and that's how you really want to tell it."

"Alright," I replied with my keyboard.  "We were watching TV at my friends house.  Gary began to massage my breasts.  My friend watched but she didn't say anything at all."

"Did she usually comment?"

"Not really, maybe, but she was usually busy herself."

"Go on."

"He kinda began kissing me and stuff."

"And stuff huh?  What kinds stuff."

"He put his hand inside my jeans.  You know sorta rubbed me."

"Yes, I can imagine.  Did it make you wet?"

"Yes it turned me on.  I was breathing hard when he pushed me down between his legs."

"So he was sitting and you were on your knees between his legs?"

"Yes like that.  I unzipped his fly and I began to kiss his cock.  You know."

"You mean, you sucked his cock?"

"Yeah like that."

"Then why didn't you say that.  Do you like to suck cock?"

"I don't mind it."

"But do you like it?"

"I guess I like it."

"Then do you love it?"

"I guess so."

"Then say it."

"I love to suck cock.  Does that make you happy?"  It was weird.  I felt like he was sitting across the room asking me the questions.  I forgot all about the computer.

"Yes it does.  Now go on with your story."

"When I had done it long enough to make him very hard, he slipped from the sofa.  He turned me around."

"What did you think?"

"I thought he was going to do it from behind."

"Do what?"

"You really want me to say it don't you?"

"Yes and you want to say it."

"I thought he wanted to fuck me from behind."

"Good now go on."

He rubbed his cock over me."  I thought a second then added.  "Over my pussy."

"I was really turned on and wet.  He slip easily inside me and began to move.  I began to grind back against him.  I felt his thumb in my ass.  He often did that even though it did little for me.  Still the other... fucking had me turned on so I didn't object.  He must have been able to tell from my movement or the feel of me.  I don't know but he waited until I was ready to cum before he pulled out and forced his cock into my ass.  I couldn't stop the orgasm.  I thought I was coming and having a bowel movement at the same time.  I was horrible."

"But you liked it?"

"No it was just awful.  I thought I had lost my mind."

"So your friend watched?"

"Yes she watched."

"What did she see?"

I knew what he wanted and I knew I would give in just as before so I said, "She watched me get fucked in the ass."

"Now that wasn't so hard was it."

"No."

"So how did it happen next?"

"He just rubbed my hole with KY.  Then he put it in me."

"So he rubbed your asshole with KY, then fucked you in the ass?"

"Yes."

"And you knew what he was going to do but didn't resist."

"No, I didn't resist."

"Why not?"

He was forcing me to look at myself.  It wasn't a pleasant sight.  "Because I wanted it."

"Yes you liked the feeling of helplessness didn't you?"

"Yes."

"How did it feel to have him fuck your ass in front of someone.  For her to know what a complete slut you were."

"I felt nasty that's how I felt, but also sexy as hell.  I knew she would never do that for him."

"So you knew she wasn't nearly the slut you are."

"Well, I've changed."

"You've changed but you are on this site talking nasty with me.  I find that interesting."

"This is therapy.  I'm not out cruising bars."

"That is true enough.  But you won't be able to resist long."

"Sure I will."

"Okay if you say so.  What are you wearing now?"

"Night gown and panties?" I replied  

"What color panties."

"White bikini."

"Take them off."

"I don't think so.  We just met."

"Actually we haven't met, but take them off anyway."

"Like I said I don't think so."

"Shut up bug and take your panties off for me."

I waited a minute then said, "Okay they are off."

"No they aren't bug.  I can tell when you are lying.  Now take them off bitch."  I could feel the anger in his words.  I stood, then slipped the panties over my hips.  The fell to the floor and I kicked them aside.

"Alright I took them off for you."

"Good, I think we are beginning to understand each other."

I simply said, "Yes."

"I think you need to call me Sir."

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl, now please don't lie to me again.  I really don't like that.  If I feel you have lied I will just leave and never speak to you again.  You don't want that do you."

"No,"

"What?"

"No Sir."

"Better, now spread your legs wide.  I want to see your pussy."

I spread my legs then said, "Yes Sir.  I have spread them."

"Good, I like that you really did it this time.  Now spread your pussy lips.  I want to see what you look like as a pure slut."

"Yes sir."  After I finished typing it I reached down to open myself to him.

"Tell me how you feel all spread open like a whore."

"Slutty and nasty," I replied.

"Good because that's what you are.  Aren't you slut?"

"Yes Sir." I replied.

"Get your dildo slut."  He knew that I had one.  I wasn't surprised.  He seemed to know me personally.

"Yes sir."  I went to the nightstand to retrieve it.   "Back."

"Now suck it cunt."

"Yes Sir,"  I put the dildo shaped vibrator into my mouth and sucked on it.  It was hard and plastic tasting but I did it anyway.

"How does my cock in your mouth feel.  Don't take it out just answer."

"Wonderful," I typed.

"Good take it deeper.  I want to hear you gag."

I push it into my throat and I gagged.  I swear he knew when I did.  The words, "Yes bitch, that is so good."  Appeared just as I choked.  

I typed "Thank you," even through my tears.

"Now do you want me to fuck you?"

"God yes please fuck me."

"Where do  you want me to fuck you?"

"In my pussy please."

"Where?  We aren't going to call it that anymore we are going to call it what it is.  Now where do you want to be fucked?"

I knew it was one more step down but I didn't care.  "In my cunt god please fuck me in my cunt I cant stand this."

"Take my cock out of your mouth cunt. I will fuck you till you cum."  I pulled it from my mouth and shoved it in my cunt.  I fucked myself until I came.  I couldn't type or anything but he knew when I came somehow.  I was grinding my hips against the vibrator and trying to make a sound when I saw the words on the screen,

"That's a good little cunt.  Just feel it tear though you.  Now tell me cunt who's your daddy?"

I had to force myself to calm down enough to type, "You are."

"Good.  Now suck your cum off my cock."  Without a second thought I put the vibrator in my mouth and sucked it clean.

"Do you like how you taste?"

"I like how you taste," I replied.

"What?"

"I like how you taste Daddy."

"Better," no go to bed and be back here tomorrow night at the same time.

"Yes Daddy," I wrote.

I slept so good that night.  I didn't wake up till my real daddy knocked on the door.  "Hey bug, I'm going out to get some breakfast, you want me to bring you back anything?"

"Yes a sausage and egg sandwich."

"Fair enough, I'll be about forty five minutes."

I took the time to shower.  It was after ten when daddy got home.  The sandwich was on a toasted hamburger roll.  I almost cried.  He remembered, even after so much had happened in between those Saturday morning breakfasts.

The wedding went off without a single problem.  Those things work out that way so seldom that Dad and I both considered it a gift.  Our minds were not totally on the job so I kept rechecking behind us both.  Since there really wasn't enough work for both of us, daddy had me video tape the ceremony.  

"With a little luck someone will want a copy."  He said it with a smile.  Most often, if we priced it low enough, they would.  It wasn't enough profit for us to do it ordinarily but when I had nothing else to do it helped..  

I also shot pictures with one of his back up cameras.  All in all I actually hustled the whole four hours.  

When the shoot ended Dad handed me a hundred dollar bill.  "You don't have to do this." I said trying not to look eager for the money.

"I would have had to pay some college student twice as much.  When things settle down, we can work out temporary arrangement."

Dad and I were home by seven even after stopping for dinner.  Dad took the cameras to his studio to work on the files.  Yes he had gone digital while I was away.  He reinforced in me that the same rules apply just a few new ones.  Instead of over exposing a half stop we under exposed the same amount.

I watched TV till almost nine exactly, then I went to the computer in my bedroom.  I locked the door then quickly made my way to the adult chat room.  I didn't see the nic of the man I had met the night before.  I expected that he met a lot of women and wouldn't even remember me.

"Good evening bug."

"Good evening."

"Is your memory that short or are you trying to be difficult?"

"Good evening Daddy."

"Thank you Bug.  So how was your day."

"It was a good day Daddy.  I spent it with my father."

"Oh you saw him today."

"Yes I am living with him now.  My mom just died.  I'm helping him transition for a few weeks."

"You are an only child?"

"Yes I am."

"Are your nipples hard?"

"Yes Daddy they are."

"Is your cunt wet?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Would you like for Daddy to touch them?

"Oh yes."

"What are you wearing?"

"A night gown and panties.  It is almost bedtime here."

"Take them off I don't want you wearing panties when you talk to me, ever"

"Yes Daddy.  I will take them off when I see you."

"No I don't want you wearing them with you night gowns any more."

"But Daddy, my father and I share a house now.  My night gown is sheer."

"That is your problem but I do not want to see you in panties again."

"Yes Daddy."  I stood and removed the offending garment.  "It is done."

"Good, now get my cock."

"Just a moment"  I went quickly to the drawer, then returned.  "I have it."

"Keep it by your computer.  I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Yes Daddy."

"Well don't just sit there make me hard."  I swear it was as if he could read my mind or see me.  It was eerie.

I took the plastic cock into my mouth and moved it around.  I moved it as if I was indeed sucking his cock.

"Good girl."

"Thank you."  I worked the cock in my mouth and felt it between my legs.  I was always amazed that they were somehow connected.  I worked the cock in and out and began to drip from my pussy.

"Is your cunt wet?"

"Dripping," I replied.

"Good, you are a hot little cunt aren't you."

"Yes Daddy, I'm your hot little cunt."  I was beginning to know my lines.  I was also getting hooked on it all.  

"Good Daddy loves his hot cunt.  Tell Daddy have you been a good girl?"

"Oh yes, I have been a very good girl."

"Have you been dressing sexy for daddy?"

"I will when I go out.  Now it is just me and my father around the house.  The only time I left was to work with him.  I can't dress sexy then."

"Oh and why not?"

"He has a rule, I'm not allowed to draw more attention than the bride.  It is her day you know.  I can't do anything to injure him."

"Ah you mean that you don't think that you other daddy would appreciate you being a sexy woman.  I bet you are wrong."

"I don't think so."

"Well why don't we find out?  Tomorrow wear something slightly sexy and see if he notices."

"Well it is Sunday, I expect that I will just hang around the house."

"Alright, why don't you wear a top with no bra and see if he notices.  Just gauge his reaction."

"Daddy, I'm a few pounds overweight and my breasts sag some.  Anybody who sees me will know I'm not wearing a bra."

"That is the idea Bug.  Now tell me about those breasts of yours."

I did of course and went on to masturbate with him 'watching' me.  It was hard because he asked me questions.  When he did, I had to stop what I was doing to answer.  He knew that of course.  It made masturbation harder and took much longer.  It also resulted in a much harder deeper orgasm.

Sunday morning when I awoke dad was already awake.  He even had breakfast ready for me.  At least he started it when I walked into the kitchen.  Mom had been given an electric grill at some point in their marriage.  It had a lot of different inserts and one was a waffle iron thing.  

I remembered her doing the things that daddy was trying to.  I was almost in tears, when I took over the job.  It wasn't much of a job since the batter came premixed.  I think she bought it in the dairy aisle of the store.  All I had to do was pour it in until it filled the bottom of the mould.  Since the grill was the deluxe version there were plates for sex waffles.  I could and did remove two of them and replace them with the flat ones.   I had seen mom do it a thousand times.  Into the flat spaces I put the precooked, heat and eat, link type sausage that daddy preferred.

Breakfast made a mess but when I loaded the dishwasher it was over.  I did notice that as my cyber daddy had predicted, my real dad noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra.   He didn't comment but his eyes strayed to my boobs more than once.  Actually I noticed him staring at me a lot more than once.  After breakfast I went up to shower.  It would have been my excuse to dress more conservatively.  I could have gotten away with, 'I just slipped on the top for breakfast'.  I would have done that to justify it to myself had not my cyber daddy told me to stay braless all day.  

I wondered how far I should go.  Since I had absolutely no plan to go out, and we didn't see customers on Sunday, I thought what the hell.  I dressed in panties jeans and one of my dads old white shirts.  He had a closet full of them.  His 'wedding shirts' were in a special section.  The one I found had a stain that looked as though he once had  a glass of  fruit punch, with  a few drops finding their way onto his shirt..  The stain was small but enough to make the shirt unusable for it's intended purpose.   It was fine for me.

It didn't really accentuate the fact that I was braless until I moved enough for it to tighten over my chest.  Then anyone could tell that my breasts were loose and sagging slightly.  Also the fabric was stiff enough not to show my nipples, unless I became aroused, which I did not expect to do.

Daddy worked on his wedding images all day.  Whenever he came into the house, he would look at his shirt stretched over my breasts.  He was nervous about it almost all day long, but late in the afternoon I caught his eye and smiled.  He was a little embarrassed for a moment but he smiled back.  All that evening he looked at me openly and admiringly.  I loved it.

It had been a long time, if ever, that I had been appreciated for just my being.  I didn't have to suck his cock, or screw him to have my dad look at me approvingly.  It was a hell of a revelation for me.  There were men who would appreciate me, without me having to be paid for it.

"So," my cyber daddy asked.  "How did the braless Sunday go."

"To be honest, a hell of a lot better than I would have thought."

"Really tell me."

"I wore one of my dad's old shirts and it showed off my breasts, but obviously.  I caught him looking off and on all day.  I have to admit that I really was pleased with his reaction.  He appreciated me as a woman, not just his daughter.  And it was obvious that he approved of me and didn't expect anything in return.  It was really a nice feeling.

"How are my tits Bug?"  

"Your tit's are hard and straining against my gown."

"Then take the gown off and show me what you would like for me to do."

I removed the gown and began to pinch and twist my nipples.  It felt so erotic that I was almost helpless within seconds.

"Good girl, I love to see you playing with my nipples.  You are the perfect slut.   Now reach down and tell me what my cunt feels like."

"Your cunt is wet and swollen daddy.  God I love this."

"I know you do baby.  Now lets see my clit pull the cover back and show me my clit."  I did as he asked and almost fainted.  I was so hot, even hotter than I had been before.  Suck my cock and finger my cunt."   I did as he directed and almost choked.  I had tried to get the plastic cock too deep in my throat.

"Stand up cunt and lower yourself onto my cock."  I did exactly as he directed.  I stood with the plastic cock inside me and I rocked on it.  Forcing it to bruise my flesh.  I was ready to cum when he said, "Now guide my cock into you ass."   I didn't want to do it, but it never occurred to me to refuse.  I had his cock deep in my ass when I came with a stifled scream.  Choking off the scream added to the experience.

"Is my ass wide open?"

"Yes daddy your ass is wide open for you."

"Good put your gown on and go talk to your dad."

"I can't please don't ask me."

"Don't argue with me."

"No I won't do it, I am too turned on."

"Do it or I won't come back."

"Oh god this is going to be awful."  I could have just not done it and then said I had, but somehow I felt that he would know.  I couldn't face the thought of losing him.

I pulled the jersey gown over my head.  It was no more than a super long men's tee.  It was made from the same material.  I had bought it at least five pounds earlier.  That night it clung to my body.  I was flushed from the sex and from the embarrassment of what I was about to do.  I could still feel the cock in my ass as my cyber daddy knew I would.

"Dad could we talk a minute?"  I asked it over the intercom.  I was in the kitchen and he was in his lab.  He had been there since I went to use the computer.  He worked on is images after I went to bed.   I suppose it was habit, since he had done that all my life.

When I opened the door for him the light was behind me.  I am absolutely sure he could see at least the outline of my body.  His reaction was to stop dead for a long second, then approach me.   I was tempted to turn to the side and let his body brush my breasts but I resisted.  I turned to walk into the den.  

"So what did you want to talk about."  He asked it but his voice wasn't as calm as it should have been.

"Daddy, I enjoyed working with you on the wedding yesterday.  Would you mind teaching me more about the business while I helped you out.  Maybe one day I can start my own business or if you think I can handle it, be your partner,"  I knew that it was what he had always hoped for.  But me being on his sofa looking over at him half naked couldn't have hurt my chances any.

"I would like both of those."  He replied just a hint of confusion in his voice.  Even that was very appealing.  I gave some serious consideration to kissing him on the cheek but decided that was too much.

"So when do we start. or what is my first task?"

"Well I have a couple of CD's to take to the lab for prints.  How about we do that in the morning.  You can drive me there and I'll introduce you to everybody."

"Great," I replied.  I stood to go back to my room.  I needed to get off just one more time.

"Bug, do me a favor.  Dress  conservatively for the lab, and if we have customers.  I don't care how you dress around the house, but business is business.

"Oh, I know better than to run around looking like a slut.  If you prefer, I can dress differently around the house.  I just didn't think you would mind if I was comfortable.  I mean when it is just you and me."  I had him going and I was loving it.  He had made the point that needed to be made, but he had also left my dressing sexy open to me.  Just as long as it wasn't around the customers.

"No Bug, you can dress anyway you like when there is no one coming,  or we aren't going out to work."

"Good, then you approve of the way I look?"  I could tell I had gone one to far.  I put him on the spot.

"Honey, it isn't for me to approve or not.  This is your house to.  You can wear anything you like."

"Thank you daddy, I just hate being so formal when I not working."  I said it as I turned to walk to my room.  Fortunately he couldn't see me smiling.  It dawned on me, when I was in my bed, that I shouldn't be enjoying flirting with my dad so much.  I was enjoying it on a woman to man level not daughter to her father.  It was also harmless flirting since he was my dad.  Yes I went a little farther with it than I would have gone with a stranger, but like he said, it was my house to.

Monday I went to breakfast in my gown and a jacket.  The house was a little chilly, but I didn't want to cover my breast with a sweatshirt.  At least I didn't want to at that point.

"Good morning Daddy," I said with what for me was a bright smile.

"Morning bug," he replied after a little longer than necessary look.

"Don't worry dad, I'm going to put on real clothes before we go to the lab."

"You might want to do it after breakfast.  I have a customer coming about a family portrait.  Christmas is on the way you know."

"My god it's July," I said it but I was smiling.  At the photo kiosk business began to pick up about September.  Even then it was Christmas related.

"Yeah but it's hard to do those outdoor half dressed things in November."

"Half dressed?"  I was curious.

"Yeah, now I didn't discuss them with your mother, but hell you aren't from our generation.  You will probably understand.  You know I have been shooting a lot of pictures for ladies.  They give them to their husbands for Christmas or birthdays."

"You mean you are doing nudes?"  I laughed.

"Well I thought about not telling you, but if you are going to be in the business you will find out.  Yeah, but mostly not completely nude."

"More cleavage?" I asked it smiling.

"You will see when you get into the lab computer.  No sense trying to describe it to you.  Just don't be shocked they are just pictures."

"Okay, so the woman coming today wants to pose nude?"

"I have no idea.  We never discuss that before hand.  I take all the outdoor shot at your Uncle John's farm."

"Farm my ass, the only thing grown out there is tax write offs."

"Well let's not tell him to sell just yet.  It is a very nice, free place to shoot pictures."

"Okay,"  I smiled broadly.

Later that morning at the lab I met two young women about my age and a man about dad's.  The man was the owner or operator, I never quite figure it out.  The two females were technicians.  One was very attractive and somewhere under thirty.  She gave me a couple of looks that sure as hell looked like 'come hither' to me.  I ignored her after giving her one small smile.  Never burn your bridges, daddy used to say.  That was about business though, not girls at the photo lab.

The youngish middle aged woman came to visit the studio after lunch.  Dad made sure that I was present and heard everything that was said.  There was no discussion about what to wear or not wear.  

"I'm going to try very hard to make whatever kind of portrait you want Bonnie." Dad said as she stood in the doorway.  It was the only thing either of them said about the actual portrait.  The rest had been about price and print size options.

"So is that the end of the business for today?" I asked.

"It is, we have some images to re-work.   You might as well get a taste of that."

"Good on both counts."  I turned my back to him opened the blouse and  slipped it off my shoulders.  If he looked, and I'm sure he did, he got a nice view of my back as I removed my bra.  I had liked the reaction it got the day before.  I decided what he hell, if it didn't really bother him then I might as well be comfortable.  If it did, even better.  I smiled to myself over that thought.  I was really getting to be a brazen hussy.

Dad looked away quickly when I turned back to him.  I stood behind him while he pulled up some of the wedding pictures from the Saturday shoot.  He had already done the finished files and put them onto a DVM.  What I did was watch him pull files and work them just as examples for me to see.  It wasn't totally new to me.  After all, I had grown up in the business.  The digital files were new, but I worked with similar but smaller programs at the kiosk.   His programs were a lot more than simple crops and light changes.  Still there was a similarity.

"What I really can't teach you is what to see.   For that you have to just get experience.  From now on whatever I shoot, you shoot as well.  You do it your way and we will compare them.  Now I want you to get at least competent shots first.  You can go for arty after you have the bread and butter shots.  You might have to help me shoot weddings this fall.  I have a really busy October.  I'm booked every weekend.  I usually turn down the second wedding on any given date.  If  I can depend on , I might take them after all.

"Well when you think I'm ready, I'm ready to give it a try."  I knew that after I got familiar with the equipment I could take over the routine stuff at least.  I didn't lack confidence because I shot pictures almost everyday at the mall.  They were stock pictures sure, but I had also been terrified there at first.  I knew how to overcome my fears.

I could tell the lessons were wearing down when dad got to the reception pictures.  I leaned over to point to something on the screen.  Yes I pressed my almost naked breast against his shoulder.  If he had turned and opened his mouth, my nipple would have been there behind the thin layer of my blouse,  It was there for the taking.  I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I could for sure tell cyber daddy that I was hot and wet that night.

"So bug your real daddy wants to fuck you to?"  he was laughing I could tell.

"Not at all but he sure is enjoying the show."

"So are you,"  The words on the screen accused me.  I didn't even try to deny it.  "So bug do you want to fuck him?"

"Of course not he's my father."

"But you do enjoy teasing him?"

"Yes, I guess I do at that.  At first I really thought it was terrible, but it seems we both enjoy the game."

"Just be sure not to get in too deep."

"I thought there was no too deep for you?"

"There isn't for me, I was thinking of you.  Now tell me how my cunt felt while you were teasing your father."

"It was hot and wet like you knew it would be."

"Yes, I knew it would make you crazy.  So did you get off after?"

"No I promised you that I wouldn't do that without you."

"Good,  Tell me what you want beg."

"God I want your cock.  I am so hot all the time since I met you."

Will you give me your ass?"

I have already." I replied.

"No, I mean just give me your ass without all the build up.  Just open your ass to me."

"Yes,"  I said it simply.  There was no reason to make a big deal of it.  He had already fucked me in the ass.  This time there just wouldn't be any preliminaries.

"Then guide my cock to your ass."

"But I am dry."

"Then wet my cock with your mouth."  I put the pink plastic cock in my mouth.  I had it covered with my saliva when I forced it into my rectum.  Funny but soon after I began it became easy to fuck myself.

"Do you love my cock?"

"Yes Daddy I love your cock."

"Do you want my cock in your ass. "

"Yes, I want your cock in my ass.  I love how you cock feels in my ass."

"Then cum for me cunt."

I played with my clit and fucked my own ass till I had what should have been a screaming orgasm.  I bit off the scream but couldn't hide the moan.  I felt like my cyber daddy and my real daddy both heard it.  Neither reacted.

I had two more orgasms before we broke the connection.  I was a complete wreck when I moved from the desk to the bed.  I instantly fell sound asleep.

Nothing much changed over the course of the next two weeks.  I would tease my dad all day and masturbate for my cyber daddy. It all blended with the work that I was doing with my dad.  I answered all the phone calls and even did most of the pickup and delivery errands.

I dressed very conservatively but was always a minute from taking off my bra.  I had begun to walk around at night in just my gown.  I knew that my dad loved to see me prancing around mostly naked for him.  He never said a word, but I could tell he enjoyed it.

The next change in the status quo came from cyber daddy.  "Go here, " he sent me a URL. " and buy this."  I followed the links and found an advertisement for a butt plug.  At first I thought it was a joke, but he was serious.  He had me hot and my hands full when he demanded it a second time.  I reluctantly agreed.

He was kind enough to go into great detail about how I was to use it.  He even made sure by questioning me very closely about what I did that first time.  It's kinda like having a miniature lava lamp shoved up your ass.  I have to admit that it was erotic when I was around my real life dad.  I knew that the cyber dad was fucking me in the ass and the butt plug reminded me of it.  Wearing the plug and no bra around my dad was almost enough to make me cum constantly.

It wasn't the feeling of it, it was the emotional baggage that made it erotic.  Still it was beginning to get to me a little.  Being around daddy all day showing him most of what I had, then masturbating at night for a guy I called daddy.  I guess it was inevitable that the lines would blur.

"I want you to show daddy your tits?" cyber daddy said.  I lifted my gown over my head.

"Here they are Daddy,." I said holding them to the screen after I typed it.

"No I want you to show them to Daddy tomorrow.  Sometime before you come to me show Daddy your tits."  I knew that he meant my real dad.

"I've been doing that for you for the last few weeks."

"Not through your blouse, I want you to make sure he sees the nipples.  I don't care how you do it, but do it before you see me tomorrow."  I knew the implied threat so I agreed.  It wasn't a work day that next day so I dressed in jeans and one of his old white shirts.  It had become almost a uniform for me when not working.  That day I left way too many buttons open.  I was covered so long as I didn't lean forward.  I waited until I was sure he was looking then I found things to pick up off the floor or from a low cabinet.  I made damn sure he say my nipples.  It felt really strange at first, then it was arousing.  That, and the plug filling me up and moving when I leaned forward, caused me to almost gasp.  I was even more turned on when I noticed the lump in his pants.  He saw that I had noticed so he turned away embarrassed.  He didn't stop looking that day and I didn't stop showing him.

"Did you show him," Cyber Daddy asked.

"Yes I showed him."  I went to explain it in detail.  Even about my dads erection.  Cyber daddy talked me through a huge orgasm.  I had the plug up my butt and the dildo in my pussy when I came.  It was absolutely mind blowing.  For a week cyber daddy and I talked about my exposing myself to dad.

"So what does my cock feel like?"  I began to describe the feelings I had when I masturbated for him."

"No, no the real life daddy.  What does his cock feel like?"

"God Daddy I don't know."

"What do you think it will feel like?"  I had long since gotten over trying to slip his questions.

"I think it is hard and smooth, warm and silky."

"You are dying to know for sure, aren't you."

"No no I can't."

"Sure you can, I want you to feel his cock before you come back."  

"I masturbated two more times that night thinking about my dad's cock."  I dreamed about it.  Not how it would feel, but how I would arrange to feel it.  It was much simpler than I would have thought.  I did the same as the day before.  Showing him my breasts accidentally, then when he was hard I backed into him also accidentally.  I moved my ass on him intentionally but he could have thought it was just an involuntary action.  I suppose he did because he almost fell getting away from me.  Five minutes later he acted as though nothing had happened.

That night cyber daddy had me so hot I couldn't stand it.  I came almost from the beginning but cyber daddy had a face and a body.  Also a cock I could finally relate to.  It was all so confused in my mind.  I knew when it got past the huge erotic charge I was under, I would again know how to control myself.

"Tell me how my cock felt to you?" he demanded

"It felt so good, I almost came just from having it touch my ass.  God I am so hot for you tonight."

"You need my cock don't you girl?"

"Yes Daddy, I need your cock so badly."

"You want to suck my cock bug?"

"Yes Daddy, I want to suck your cock."

"You want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Oh god yes Daddy I want to feel your cum in my mouth.  Feel it so thick that it chokes me.  So sticky that it coats my teeth.  God I am going to cum just thinking about you."

"What are you going to do for me tomorrow bug?"   I didn't even hesitate.

"I'm going to get down on my knees and I'm going to suck your beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth."

"So you are finally ready to be Daddy's like slut."

"OH god yes.  I am so ready to fuck you."

"Then don't wait.  Turn off the computer and come to me now.  Don't think about it cunt, just do it."  

"I can't,"

"You know I won't reject you, but you have to come to me.  Show me that you are my slut."

Yes, I was confused by it all, but not that confused.  I wish I could say that I was but I wasn't.  I put my gown back on took a deep breath and walked out the door.  I found my dad in the den watching a movie.  He looked up and smiled at me.  He should I was wearing almost nothing.  Just a very thin gown with some lace on the bodice.  My pubic area was plainly visible as were my breasts.  I was surprised that he didn't run from the room screaming.  

I walked over and stood in front of him.  I bent dropped to my knees, then opened his pants.  It was all a blur until I had his big warm cock in my mouth.  My hand was around the shaft just as I had been taught.  I stroked his cock and sucked on it at the same time.  I worked hard while he held my head.  I could feel the plug in my ass move as I squirmed around his cock.  I felt him tense and then I knew he was about to choke me with cum.

The buzzing was annoying.  I looked around and saw that the clock showed eight a.m.  I shook my head for a moment unsure what was going on.  Then I saw the black dress hanging on the closet door.  It was the one that I had worn to the funeral the day before.

the end.