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 ï>¿Under Daddy -(TM)s Eyes by Story Guy

   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 6

   Lynda was up bright and early the next morning.  She put on her other
matching bra and panty sets then pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt. 
She went downstairs and found her father already dressed and making
breakfast.  "How long you been having fun?" he asked.

   "Huh?" Lynda asked puzzled.

   "You know, touching yourself like you were last night when I came in,"
he explained.

   Lynda blushed slightly.  Her father obviously didn't object to her
little "games" but she hadn't talked about it to anyone.  "About a month I
guess."

   "I didn't realize you were so grown up," he commented.  Lynda smiled at
the compliment.  "Do you have an orgasm too?  You know what that is, don't
you?"

   "Yes, Daddy, of course I do...  and I do have them!" Lynda boasted.

   "Wow!  You're really becoming a young lady.  You're wearing bikini
panties, a bra, and you can orgasm.  I know you haven't had a boy put his
penis in you but have you done anything with boys yet?" he asked.

   "No...  I've touched them but only at Don's," Lynda coyly answered.

   "Well, you've got plenty of time," her father told her as he put
breakfast on the table.  The conversation about boys ended and the two
talked about school as they ate.  Once finished, they cleaned up and went
to the photographers.

   "Hi Lynda.  Glad you decided to let me photograph you again," Don
greeted.  "Your Dad told me you now wear a bra.  I know how nice they look
on you but we're going to take some more pictures of you like we did last
time.  Your bra will make lines in your skin so why don't you take your
clothes off so you'll photograph nice.  There's a robe over there you can
put on for now."

   Lynda looked over to where Don had pointed and saw a rope draped over a
chair.  She walked over, stripped out of her clothes, placing them on the
chair, then put the robe on.  "You can wait in there.  You'll be more
comfortable in the chairs.  There's a monitor so you can watch if you
like," Don told Lynda's father.  As he was leaving the studio, Don asked
Lynda, "Do you want to see the pictures from the last time?  The catalog
pictures aren't there but the others are."

   "Yeah!" Lynda exclaimed excitedly.  Don handed her an album.  Lynda sat
down on the floor and started through it.  She was amazed as she looked at
the pictures.  She expected to see a little girl with no clothes on but
instead she saw what looked like a very sexy nude Lynda.  "Can I have some
of these?" she asked Don.

   "Sure," he chuckled, "but not those ones.  They're proofs.  Look on the
back of each one and you'll see a number.  Just write down the number of
the ones you want and I'll print them for you before you leave today.  OK?"

   Lynda nodded and took some paper and a pen which Don handed her.  Once
again she turned her attention back to the pictures, studying each and
writing down the number of the ones she especially liked.  She was so
engrossed in the pictures, she hadn't noticed anyone come in until Don
called her name.  Looking up, she saw a boy.

   "Lynda, this is Wayne.  He'll be posing with you today," Don introduced.

   "Hi," Lynda smiled looking at this new boy.  He looked a few years older
than she was.  He had dark hair, blue eyes, and Lynda thought he was quite
handsome.  The boy said "Hi" back and started undressing.  Lynda's eyes
widened as his pants dropped to the floor.  Even in his underpants she
could tell he was bigger than the other boy had been.  She almost gasped
when he was completely nude.  She had thought Bruce's erection was big but
it wasn't nearly the size of Wayne's.  Even his balls were bigger and his
sack hung down lower.

   "OK, let's get going," Don instructed.  "Lynda, just throw the robe over
there out of the way." She did as instructed and Wayne smiled.  It made
Lynda feel nice the way he smiled at her nude form.  Don posed them beside
each other and shot a few pictures, reposed them, and shot a few more.

   After taking the first roll of pictures, Don reloaded his camera.  As he
did, he gave instructions for his next set.  "OK.  Lynda, the next set is
going to have some touching.  Wayne will be touching you but don't worry,
you'll be touching him later.  Wayne, move behind Lynda and put your left
hand on her left breast; put your right hand between her legs from the
front."

   Wayne did as he was instructed.  Lynda giggled as his hand cupped her
pussy.  It actually felt kind of nice.  "OK.  Lynda, put your left hand on
his and your right hand on your hip...  That's it.  Great!" Don exclaimed
as he took a few pictures.  Don reposed then several ways as he continued
to take pictures.

   Every time Wayne's hand would cup her almost bald pussy, Lynda would
giggle.  Wayne started giggling too.  Soon it became more fun for both of
them.  When Wayne would cup her, he would give her a little nudge.  Lynda
would laugh saying, "Don't!" but not really meaning it.  Even when she
turned to face him for different poses, if he had a free hand, it would
find its way to her slit.  Lynda was having fun and would spread her legs
just enough so Wayne would get a good feel.

   As the session continued, Wayne got bolder.  During one picture when
Lynda was facing away from the camera, he slipped his finger into her. 
This time Lynda didn't giggle but she did look up at him with a big smile.
She was getting aroused.  On the third time he did it, Don said him. 
"That's great!  Lynda, turn around and let's get a shot of that!" The two
turned but had a puzzled look on their faces.  Don, realizing they didn't
know what he meant, instructed them.  "Wayne, stand behind Lynda...  OK
Lynda, spread your feet apart some...  A little more...  Great!  Now Wayne,
put your hand between her legs and push your middle finger into her slit...
Perfect!  Now spread your other fingers apart...  Hold it!" The camera
snapped.  "A few more!" Don yelled as the shutter clicked.

   Lynda liked the finger in her.  It was different than when her father
had put his finger there.  Wayne's was smaller but he kept moving it.  It
kept bumping her little button.  Soon, as much as she tried not to, she was
pushing into his hand.  He didn't know it but he was doing the same thing
she did when she masturbated.  Somehow his doing it was a lot better than
when she did it.

   "OK, let's get some of you holding Wayne, Lynda," Don said.  Wayne
pulled his hand from Lynda.  She scowled a bit.  She wanted him to continue
and felt empty without his hand there.  "Lynda, stand beside Wayne and put
your arm on his shoulder...  no, the other shoulder...  Good!  Now reach
across and cup your hand under his balls," Don instructed.  Lynda smiled as
she cradled his sack in the palm of her hand.  Don snapped a few pictures.

   "OK, now grab his cock," Don told her.  Lynda wrapped her hand around
the organ and Don snapped more pictures.  Lynda became lost in her
feelings. The cock felt hard, soft, and hot, all at the same time.  She
squeezed a little and Wayne chuckled.  Having fun with her new found toy,
Lynda would squeeze it between pictures.

   "Wayne, turn a little...  Good!  Now Lynda, move around in front of him
but not too close...  Perfect!  Now hold his cock again," Don instructed.
As he began shooting again, Lynda resumed squeezing.  Wayne was beginning
to breathe differently.  "Lynda, move your hand a little," Don said.  Not
knowing exactly what he meant, Lynda started moving her hand up and down,
stroking Wayne's cock.  The camera was clicking but Lynda paid no attention
to it.  This was much more fun.

   Lynda felt the cock in her hand twitch then erupt.  Cum shot out and hit
her belly.  This was the first time she ever saw a boy cum and it excited
her.  She stroked him faster as the cum erupted from his rod, hitting her
skin as he climaxed.  The cum felt warm as it hit her.  Sooner that she
wanted it to, the cum flow stopped.  "I guess that's all for today.  Here,
wipe yourself off," Don chuckled as he handed Lynda the robe.  She wiped
the cum off of her then handed the robe to Wayne.

   Lynda turned and saw her father standing there.  "Have fun?" he grinned.

   "Yeah!" Lynda exclaimed.

   Lynda's father took her hand and told her, "Come in here so we can talk
for a minute." He led her into the lounge where he had been watching from.
He walked over to an overstuffed chair and sat down.  "You made him cum
very well!" Lynda smiled and nodded.  "Did you climax too?" Lynda shook her
head.  "Too bad...  Want me to do it for you?  Here, sit down." Lynda sat
crosswise on her father's lap.  It was a little strange but at the same
time exciting too.  "OK, lean back, open your legs, and enjoy."

   Lynda rested her back on the arm of the chair and bent her knee,
flopping her leg to the side.  She closed her eyes as her father's hand
touched the swollen lips of her pussy.  Slowly he began to stroke her. 
Wayne's touch had been arousing but playful.  This touch wasn't playful. 
Lynda's hips immediately began to move as her excitement skyrocketed.

   She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself
close to him.  She strained to open her legs wider.  He was giving her the
best feelings she had ever felt.  Her hips pushed her now very wet pussy
into his hand as she moaned in his ear.  "Oooo!" she yelled as his finger
plunged into her setting off an orgasm.  Her body flooded with pleasure. 
Her father seemed to be milking the orgasm out of her as his finger sank in
and out of her quickly.

   His pace slowed some and her orgasm ended but her arousal continued. 
The girl's breath sounded like a hurricane in his ears.  As she settled
some, he again quickened the pace.  Lynda gasped as her body responded to
the renewed assault.  Her ass lifted into the air increasing the pressure
of the hand on her hot, wet slit.  Quickly another orgasm washed over her,
"Noooooo," she gasped.  Her brain was heading towards overload with all the
stimulation.

   Her father stopped rubbing and Lynda's body began to relax.  She had
given herself many orgasms but none had even been this intense.  Her body
was sweaty.  Eventually she did settle and she relaxed the death grip she
had on her father's neck.  "Feel better now?" he softly asked.

   "Uh-huh...  That was something...  Mmmm..." she purred.

   "Let's go home," her father suggested.

   Lynda stood on wobbly legs.  Her two climaxes had left her drained. 
Half leaning on her father, the two walked back into the studio slowly. 
The small amount of exercise seemed to revive Lynda's spent muscles.  She
walked to her clothes and began dressing.  Don walked into the studio and
held an envelope out to Lynda.  "Here's your pictures.  I added an extra
one for you.  Thought you'd like it."

   Lynda took the envelope and even though she was just in her panties,
stopped dressing and opened it.  "Wow!  These are even better than the
proofs!" She exclaimed as she went through them.  The last picture made her
stop and grin.  It was a picture of her holding Wayne's cock.  A few inches
from it, suspended in mid air, was a streak of white.  "What's that?" she
asked.

   "His cum, when you made him shoot!" laughed Don.

   "Neat!" Lynda excitedly exclaimed in amazement making her father laugh
too.



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 7

   The poker game this week was at Matt's house.  As was her custom, Matt's
wife had gone to visit friends for the evening leaving Wendy and Buddy home
with their father.  Lynda went with her father as usual and the three kids
would entertain themselves as their fathers played poker.

   The three were in Wendy's room playing on the computer.  Matt had set up
parental controls on the computer so the kids couldn't access the "good"
websites but every once in a while an email would slip through giving them
a hint about what was on the dark side of the net.  An email came in with
the subject, "Don't Wait!"

   Wendy opened the email only to discover it was an ad for a porn site. 
She was about to delete it when Lynda noticed it contained some sample
pictures.  "Wait!  Let's look at the pictures before you delete it," she
requested.  Wendy hadn't noticed there were samples until Lynda pointed it
out.  The three gathered around the monitor as Wendy scanned down the page.
The pictures really didn't show much but it was obvious what they were.

   One in particular made the girls giggle.  A woman had a man's penis in
her mouth.  "That must taste yukky!" Lynda giggled.  "Can you imagine
having Buddy's thing in your mouth?" Buddy shifted in embarrassment.  The
idea of the girls talking about his penis made him a little uncomfortable.

   "He's my brother!  Girls don't do things like that to their brother! 
That's gross!" Wendy laughed making a face.

   "Has a girl ever done that to you?" Lynda asked Buddy.

   "No!  Of course not!" Buddy answered, embarrassed but trying to sound
dignified.

   "He should be so lucky!" Wendy added laughing.  Buddy blushed with
embarrassment.

   Lynda, feeling sorry for Buddy, countered, "I bet any girl would like to
do that for him."

   Once the laughter died down, Wendy erased the email and continued
surfing.  Lynda only half watched the screen.  Her mind was still dwelling
on the picture.  A few minutes had gone by and Buddy had left to go to the
bathroom when Lynda whispered in Wendy's ear, "Have you ever had a boy's
thing in your mouth?"

   A little grin formed on Wendy's mouth.  "Yeah," she answered.

   "What's it like?" Lynda asked.

   "It's kinda fun!" Wendy explained.  "Boys really like it, especially
when you let them cum in your mouth."

   "You've done that?  What's it taste like?" Lynda enthusiastically asked.

   "It's kinda salty and stuff, but it's not that bad.  I've done it lots,"
Wendy bragged.

   "Let's do it to Buddy!" Lynda suggested.

   "No!" Wendy protested but fell silent as Buddy came back into the room.

   He could tell the girls had been talking but their now suddenly quiet
state made him a little curious.  "What were you guys talking about?"

   "Nothing!" Wendy snapped.

   Lynda wasn't as quick to hush the subject.  "Remember that picture of
the woman with the guy's thing in her mouth?"

   "Yeah," Buddy mumbled, not wishing to get into that subject again.

   "What if we said we wanted to do that to you," Lynda boldly stated.

   "No!" Lynda quickly corrected.

   "I'm not gonna let you guys see me!" Buddy blushed.

   "We'll take our clothes off so you can see us too so it will be fair. 
Come on, it'll be fun," giggled Lynda.

   A horrified look came over Wendy's face.  "You'll both take your clothes
off?" Buddy questioned.

   "Yup, but you gotta let us touch you and you can't touch us," Lynda
conditioned, feeling there was no way Wendy would go along otherwise.

   "You go first," Buddy stipulated.

   Lynda reached for the bottom of her top and began pulling it up.  Wendy
remained still.  "Come on Wendy.  You gotta take your clothes off too. 
It's only fair if we're gonna see and touch him," Lynda told her.

   "I don't wanna," Wendy stated.

   Lynda wasn't going to let the chance to see a boy pass by that easily.
"Get real, Wendy.  What's the big deal.  He isn't gonna touch you or
anything.  You don't even gotta touch him if you don't wanna.  Stop being a
baby and just do it...  or I'll tell..." Lynda argued, a grin forming on
her face when she made her last threat.

   Wendy wasn't about to let Lynda blurt out her little secret.  She had no
choice but to go along.  Reluctantly she pulled her top over her head
revealing a simple white bra.  For being only 13, she was developed more
than the average girl and already had an overflowing A cup.  Lynda also
resumed undressing.  She had worn one of her matching bra and panty sets
making Wendy a little jealous.  Soon the girls were down to their panties.
Wendy hesitated but Lynda looked at Buddy and pushed her panties to the
floor.  She smiled as Buddy's widened.  With her brother's eyes glued on
Lynda, Wendy, as discretely as possible, pushed her panties down.

   Buddy's eye was immediately caught by the dark thatch of thick hair
between his sister's legs.  It was nothing like Lynda's sparse growth. 
Lynda looked more "little girlish" being almost bare down there but it made
it easier to see her slit.  His sister's slit was hidden by the hair. 
Buddy's almost hypnotic gaze was interrupted by Lynda's voice.  "Now you
take yours off."

   Buddy became painfully aware of the erection in his pants.  No one had
ever seen it and now he had to strip in front of two girls.  They were
already nude so he couldn't back down now.  Slowly he took off his shirt
then sat of the bed to remove his sneakers and socks.  He was moving as
slowly as he dared hoping somehow his stiff cock would go limp.  It wasn't
cooperating though.  His feet finally bare, he stood, undid his belt and
the snap of his jeans, and allowed them to drop to the floor.

   He stood in humility before the two girls.  His underwear still covered
him but his erection was obvious.  He looked up at the girls.  His sister
stood nervously shifting from one foot to the other.  Her arms were crossed
over her chest, hiding as best as she could, her breasts.  Lynda, on the
other hand, had her hands at her sides.  Her still tiny tits were open to
his gaze.  Seeing him look at her, she smiled.  The smile gave Buddy the
courage to do what was inevitable.  His underpants went to his feet.

   For a few minutes, the three just stared at each other's nude form. 
Lynda broke the silence by telling Buddy to lie down on the bed, on his
back, which he did.  He watched as the girls turned their back to him and
began to whisper.  Not having the girls look at him made him feel a little
better.  He also liked the new view of their asses.  From the front,
Wendy's body was nicer than Lynda's but he liked Lynda's ass better.

   There was a break in the poker game and as the others went outside to
smoke cigars, Lynda's father headed to the bathroom.  His footsteps were
muffled by the carpet covered stairs.  At the top, he turned down the
darkened hall towards the bathroom.  The light coming from the slightly
open door caught his eye.  Looking in he saw the two nude girls whispering
to each other then noticed Buddy nude on the bed.  He smiled and stopped.
His little Lynda was going to be doing something and he wondered what.  The
only way to find out was to watch.

   The girl's secret conversation finally ended and Lynda walked over to
the bed.  "Can I touch it?" she asked.  Buddy nodded and she reached for
his crotch.  He wasn't as big as the boy she had been photographed with but
at least she could take her time and touch where she wanted to.  Buddy's
cock was different than the other boy's had been.  There was more skin at
the tip.  She then remembered a conversation among her school friends and
figured out the other boy must have been what the girls had called "cut"
and Buddy was "uncut." His legs parted subtly as her hand snaked down
between his legs.  She cradled his sack gently feeling for the two balls it
contained.  She also discovered something new.  Under his balls, she could
feel his erection under his skin.  She traced it back between his legs. 
Her own crotch was becoming wet as she explored.

   Lynda's father smiled as he watched his daughter's hand glide over the
boy's crotch.  He hoped it was the first time Buddy had been touched there
by a girl.  He remembered the first time a girl had touched him and hoped
his daughter would be burned into Buddy's memory like his first girl was.



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 8

   Wendy tried to stay well back but her curiosity got the best of her and
she approached the bed.  He may have been her brother but he was still a
boy and she never tired of looking at boys.  Lynda was still exploring
Buddy with her hand as Wendy walked up and stood beside her.

   Wendy looked at her brother's crotch.  Something looked different.  It
then dawned on her he hadn't been circumcised.  All the boys Wendy had been
with had been circumcised.  His different look overrode the fact he was her
brother.  "Can I touch you too?" she asked.

   Buddy hesitated.  He was enjoying Lynda's hand dancing between his legs
and definitely would have no objection to another but maybe he could do a
little better.  Wendy's approach gave him a little more confidence.  "If I
let you, can I touch you later?"

   Being naked herself and with a naked boy and another girl clouded
Wendy's mind.  "OK," came out even before she thought about it.  As she
answered, her hand went for his cock.  She had handled more than her share
of balls for a girl her age but this cock fascinated her.  Tentatively she
pulled back the skin and then pulled it back forward.  "Neat!" she said
softly.

   "You're gonna make me squirt," Buddy cautioned.  Unfortunately his
warning was a little late.  No sooner had the words left his mouth than his
cock erupted sending a stream of cum shooting into the air.

   Lynda's father, still watching from the hall, almost laughed.  He
remembered being a young teen and how easily he came even at the slightest
touch of a girl.  By the time he had finished cuming, there were globs on
his stomach, the bed, and even some on the two girls.  Wendy just wiped it
off.  Lynda, on the other hand, scooped up the droplets on her chest with
her finger.  Her father watched in amazement as the finger went to her
mouth.  At first she just touched the white goo with her tongue, and then
shoved her finger into her mouth.  Her father wasn't sure if she liked the
taste or was still curious but she took another finger full from Buddy's
stomach and put that in her mouth too.

   Buddy sat up.  ""OK, now I get to touch you, Wendy," he announced with a
grin as he slid off the bed.

   Wendy now regretted her decision but it was too late.  "OK," she
mumbled.

   "Get on the bed and lay down," Lynda told her.  Wendy shot a glare at
Lynda but climbed onto the bed.  She settled on her back but kept her legs
closed.  "Open your legs so we can see, Wendy!" Lynda ordered with a tinge
of anger in her voice.

   Lynda's father watched as Wendy's face turned red but her legs spread
open.  There before him, and the two next to the bed, Wendy's pussy came
into view.  Unlike Lynda's almost bare crotch and his past wife's light
colored bush, Wendy had a dark, full bush.  Lynda's farther was surprised.
He hadn't really noticed it before where he had been paying attention to
Lynda and when Wendy had walked over to the bed her back was toward him.

   Buddy was almost mesmerized as his hand went to her breasts.  Lynda
seemed more interested in her bush.  Buddy squeezed and mashed his sister's
tit making her visibly uncomfortable but she said nothing.  Lynda ran her
fingers through Wendy's bush.

   Wendy's legs snapped shut as she exclaimed, "Don't!"

   "Stop being such a prude Wendy!  You'll be able to touch me when it's my
turn on the bed," Lynda admonished.

   Lynda's dad chuckled.  He had been there almost from the beginning and
no mention had been made about Lynda being explored by the other two.  She
was the one who had told Buddy he couldn't touch them.  Her father wondered
if Lynda actually wanted to be touched by the others.

   Wendy let the comment about Lynda being next pass but did open her legs
back up.  Lynda's hand went back to the prone girl's crotch.  This time
Wendy didn't close her legs.  At first Lynda just played with her hair but
then seemed to get braver.  Her father watched in amazement as Lynda slowly
shoved her finger into Wendy's pussy.  Although the finger was out of
sight, he surmised from Wendy's reaction it must have been moving.  She
began to wiggle a little and her face flushed.

   "Buddy, ever put your finger in a girl?" Lynda asked.  Buddy shook his
head.

   "No...  please..." Wendy half heartedly protested.

   "Give me your hand," Lynda coyly said.  As soon as Buddy moved his hand,
Lynda took it and brought it to Wendy's pussy.  She proceeded to guide it
around the area giving Buddy a tour of the region.  "OK, now rub her clit
real easy," Lynda told him.  He did as he was asked and Wendy immediately
reacted by moving her hips slightly.  Lynda added her hand to the mixture
by burying her finger back into Wendy's slit.  Wendy bent her knees and
opened her legs wider.  In no time she climaxed.  Lynda pulled Buddy's hand
away allowing Wendy to settle.

   "Now I guess it's my turn," Lynda announced as Wendy climbed out of the
bed.  As Lynda walked behind the other two, she caught a glimpse of her
father standing in the dark.  A shocked look came over her face until she
saw her father nod.  He put his finger to her lips warning her not to say
anything.  She smiled and hopped on the bed.

   Lynda wasn't as shy as the other two had been.  Her knees bent and she
let them flop open completely exposing herself.  Wendy was still a little
irritated with Lynda.  She did climax but she wasn't too keen on having her
brother climax her.  "Lift your knees up to your chest and I'll show you
something new," Wendy offered.  Not knowing what to expect but wanting to
try Wendy's new thing, Lynda did as she asked.

   Still watching from the hall, Lynda's father wondered what Wendy had in
mind.  A smile came over his face as Lynda pulled her legs up.  Her ass
cheeks spread and he could see her brown little hole.  "Buddy, do to her
what you did to me," Wendy instructed.  Because of her position, Buddy
reached under her legs and began to rub Lynda's pussy.  As he did Wendy's
finger sunk into Lynda's love canal.

   Lynda's passions rose quicker than Wendy's had.  Lynda's father heard
the back door open and knew the others would be looking for him.  He had no
choice but to head downstairs fearing if he didn't the others would come
up. He reluctantly left.

   Lynda's climax began.  Wendy knew she was in the throes of orgasm. 
"Buddy, keep rubbing her," she told her brother as she pulled her finger
out of Lynda's creaming pussy.  Instinctively Lynda's muscles tensed and as
they did, she pulled her legs tighter against her legs.  Wendy aimed her
finger at Lynda's rosebud and pushed in as far as she could.

   "Ohhh!" Lynda exclaimed as she was impaled.  She released her legs and
immediately straightened, effectively breaking all contact with the other
two.  She sat up and was going to yell until she noticed Buddy cock was
hard again.  Lynda remembered why they had started and feeling a cock in
her mouth was more important that yelling at Wendy.

   Wendy had explained how to suck a boy during their little conversation
while Buddy had been in the bathroom and she was anxious to try.  Lynda
climbed off the bed.  It still felt like something was in her ass.  She
reached around but could feel nothing.

   Lynda was about to tell Buddy to get back on the bed when a call came
from downstairs saying it was time to leave.  Hastily the three dressed
before someone came looking for them.  Just before leaving the room, Lynda
leaned into Buddy and whispered to him, "Next time I wanna try putting your
thing in my mouth." A big grin formed on his mouth as the three headed out
of the room.

   "Have fun tonight?" Lynda's father questioned during the short ride
home.

   "You mad at me?" Lynda asked.

   "No, I've told you, you can do what you want.  I'd like you to talk to
me first though," he answered.

   Lynda thought for a moment and then said, "Yeah," ignoring the second
part of her father's statement not seeing how she could answer.

   He noticed Lynda shifting a lot as they rode.  "Are you OK?"

   "Yeah...  well, I don't know.  Wendy stuck something in my bum and I can
still feel it," she answered shyly.

   "Well, were home now.  Let's check, OK?" he offered.  "You go get ready
for bed and I'll be right in to make sure of everything."

   Once inside, Lynda went into her room and began to undress.  She was
about to put her nightgown on when her father walked in.  "Why don't you
wait on that until we check you, OK?" He sat down on her bed and told her
to lie across his lap.

   Once in position, he began to smear something on her rear hole.  "What's
that?" she asked.

   "It's just something to make it easier for you.  It will make you real
slippery.  Once you're ready, I'm going to feel inside you to see if
anything's there.  It might hurt a little but we should check, right?" he
explained.

   Lynda accepted his explanation.  He continued to rub the slippery
substance on, occasionally pushing some into her ass but mainly just
massaging her rear opening.  "That feels weird," Lynda chuckled.

   "Like it?" he responded.

   Lynda thought foe a moment.  It felt strange to her but she liked the
feeling.  "Yeah." The sensation was kind of like a tickle to her but not
the kind she wanted to scratch.

   He continued rubbing the substance on her until he felt her opening
begin to relax.  Taking one last glob, he placed it at her opening.  "OK,
try to stay relaxed and it won't hurt, OK?" Slowly he began to push his
finger in.  "If it starts to hurt too much, I'll stop until it feels
better." He continued his slow but steady pressure.

   Lynda felt his finger begin to enter her.  "Oooo," she moaned as it
finally popped in.

   "You OK?" he asked.  Lynda nodded.  "Want me to stop for a minute?" This
time she shook her head.  It hurt some but the hurt strangely felt nice to
her.  Slowly the finger went deeper.  The sensations confused Lynda.  She
felt like she was being stretch and stuffed but it felt good too. 
Eventually the finger stopped deep within her.  "Still OK?" he asked. 
Lynda again nodded.  "Doesn't hurt?"

   "No, it kinda feels good," Lynda mumbled.  Slowly her father began to
move his finger in and out of her.  It was having a strange effect.  Her
pussy was getting wet as her arousal began to grow.  She never dreamed
something like what her father was doing would feel so nice.  He pulled his
finger out telling her he didn't feel anything and she should be fine. 
Instead of standing up, she stayed on his lap.  "Daddy, would you do what
you did at Don's?"

   Lynda parted her legs as his hand slid between them.  What he found was
a very wet pussy.  Gently at first, he began to rub her.  "Mmmm...  that
feels nice," she murmured.  Soon her hips began to move and he knew she
would be going soon.  He increased the pressure and speed of his rubbing.
Lynda's breathing was becoming deeper.  Suddenly she gasped.  "Oooo... 
Aaaaa..." she moaned as she climaxed.  As he continued to rub, her hips
began to gyrate faster.  For the second time she groaned loudly signaling
another orgasm.

   He stopped rubbing her and allowed her body to settle.  As she caught
her breath, she twisted around in his lap and wrapped her arms around is
neck.  "Oh, Daddy, that felt sooo good.  Thank you."



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 9

   "Daddy, has a girl ever put your thing in her mouth?" Lynda asked.

   "What?" her father answered.  He had heard her but the question caught
him off guard.

   "When we were over Matt's a few days ago, we saw a picture on the net. A
girl had a guy's thing in her mouth.  Have you ever done that?" Lynda
repeated.

   "Yes, but not for a long time," her father honestly admitted.

   "Did you like it?" Lynda asked.

   "Yes."

   "Did the girl like it?"

   "I guess she did.  If she didn't, she wouldn't do it, right?" her father
replied.

   Lynda thought for a moment.  "Yeah, I guess.  I've never done that." She
hesitated for a moment, and then added softly, "I wanted to try with Buddy
but we had to leave too soon."

   "Do you like Buddy?" her father asked.

   "Yeah, I guess so.  Not like a boyfriend or anything, but he's nice."
Lynda explained.

   "Why do you want to give him a blow job then?  Oh, a blow job is when a
girl puts a boy's penis in her mouth."

   "Cause I know him and he won't laugh at me if I do it wrong," Lynda
reasoned.  "Is it OK if I give him a 'blow job'?"

   "If that's what you want to do.  Matt told me he and his wife wanted to
go out Friday night.  Wendy is going to a friend's house and he was going
to see if Buddy could go somewhere too.  What if I called and told them he
can stay here," Lynda's father chuckled.

   "Yeah!  That would be fun!" exclaimed Lynda.

   The arrangements were made and Friday night, Buddy's parents dropped him
off on their way out for the evening.  The three watched TV for a while. 
Buddy and Lynda sat on the couch and her father was in his favorite chair.
Knowing what his daughter had in mind, Lynda's father announced that he was
going on the computer for a while and then going to bed.  He told Lynda and
Buddy not to stay up too late, and that Buddy could sleep in the guest room
as he left.

   Lynda sat in silence for a while trying to think of a way to bring up
the subject.  "Buddy, remember the picture we saw on the net the last time
I was over your house?"

   Buddy did remember the picture but was a little embarrassed to talk
about it with Lynda.  "Ah...  Um''' No," he stammered.

   "You know, the one where the girl had the boy's thing in her mouth?"
Lynda pressed.

   Buddy blushed slightly but Lynda did not notice in the darkened room. 
"Oh yeah," he mumbled.

   Lynda shifted nervously.  "Um...  would you, um...  can I, um...  try
that with you?" she blushed.

   "You wanna put my thing in your mouth?" Buddy questioned.

   Lynda blushed more.  "Buddy, I've never done it and you won't laugh if I
do it wrong."

   "I don't know.  I'd have to pull my pants down and you'd see me.  Would
you take yours off if I did?" Buddy bargained.

   "OK, that would be fair, but you have to go first," Lynda agreed.

   Lynda's father came out into the hallway just as Buddy slid his jeans
and underwear down.  He let the garments fall to the floor, exposing his
boy prick.  It wasn't too large yet but he was still young.  A thin thatch
of hair surrounded Buddy's cock.

   Lynda couldn't help but smile as she gazed on Buddy's prick.  She'd seen
it before but still thought it was a wonderful sight.  "Now you," Buddy
said.  Lynda quickly undid her jeans and, standing up, pushed them and her
panties to the floor.  She felt strangely exciting being nude and pulled
her top off too, much to Buddy's delight.  She didn't have much yet, only
two tiny mounds, but it was still a girl's chest and that fact made Buddy's
cock harden.

   Lynda sat back down leaning on the opposite arm as Buddy.  "Open your
legs some," he grinned.

   "You too," said Lynda as she pulled her knees up allowing her legs to
flop open.  Buddy did the same and the two spend a minute or two just
staring at each other.  "Do I look sexy?" Lynda said breaking the silence.

   "Yeah, real sexy!" Buddy answered, loving the opportunity to see a naked
girl.  "Can I touch you?"

   "Yeah...  after the blow job," Lynda gushed, proud of herself for
knowing the term.

   A big smile came over Buddy's face as Lynda leaned forward and crawled
across the couch.  Buddy remained still as Lynda reached out and touched
his cock.  This time there was no Wendy watching.  She lowered her head and
tasted his cock with her tongue.  She had seen his cock before, had tasted
his cum, but was still a little nervous about actually putting it in her
mouth.  Lynda could feel the wetness between her own legs.  Nervous or not,
she was getting aroused.

   Gathering her courage, Lynda opened her mouth.  Her head lowered and she
closed her lips on Buddy's erection.  A rush shot through her.  A boy's
cock was in her mouth.  Buddy let out a soft groan, encouraging Lynda even
more.

   Lynda's father smiled as he watched her take Buddy's boy cock into his
mouth.  He remembered the feeling the first time a girl had swallowed his
cock.  The warm, moist sensations were burned into his mind.  He hadn't
given the girl much thought at the time but now he wondered what Lynda was
thinking.  What was going through her mind?  What was she feeling?  The
display he was watching made him hard.

   Having a cock in her mouth was strange.  Lynda could feel its warmth. 
To her, cocks were a contradiction anyway being both hard and soft at the
same time.  Her mouth seemed to magnify those sensations.  The wetness of
her mouth coated his prick making it slippery.  Its skin felt soft and
smooth.  She could also feel its hardness.  Her lips felt like there was a
piece of steel between them.  Lynda became aware of the slight taste of cum
in her mouth but she knew he hadn't cum yet.  Remembering what Wendy had
told her, Lynda began to move her head, letting the cock slide in and out
of her mouth.

   Buddy's breath hissed out between his clenched teeth.  His breathing
became more rapid but shallower.  As Lynda bobbed, she listened to the soft
groans Buddy was emitting.  His rise in excitement made her feel good.  She
was actually turning a boy on.  His excitement was adding to her arousal.
She couldn't wait until it was his turn to touch her.

   Lynda's father was becoming aroused too.  From his vantage point, he
could see the cock sliding in and out of Lynda's mouth.  He also has a good
view of her small ass wiggling slightly.  Her ass cheeks were parted and
her tiny, puckered opening seemed to be winking.  Even in the dim light, he
could see the shine forming between her legs from her leaking pussy.  From
Buddy's reactions, he knew he was close.

   Lynda's jaw was beginning to tire.  Suddenly Buddy's breath caught.  He
stopped breathing for a moment.  As a groan came from deep within him, he
shot his load into Lynda's mouth.  Excitedly she swallowed.  She had made
the boy at the photographer's cum but that had been an accident.  She had
just made Buddy cum on purpose.  Once again her mouth filled.  Buddy was
now gasping and Lynda could feel his cock pulsating.  It seemed like every
time she swallowed, he would again fill her mouth.

   After what seemed like ages, Buddy's body slumped.  Lynda continued her
sucking but her mouth was no longer being filled.  She became aware of him
getting smaller in her mouth.  She new boys would shrink after they came
but to actually feel him getting smaller was exciting to Lynda.  Knowing
there would be no more cum; she released his prick from her mouth.  She
stared at it for a moment as it rested limply on his stomach.  It
fascinated her how something that had been so hard and stiff just a few
moments ago now laid soft and limp.

   Buddy had been satisfied but Lynda was still in a high state of arousal.
She sat up and scooted over to the other armrest.  Anticipating her own
orgasm, she spread her legs wide open.  "Your turn," she said seductively.

   Buddy moved closer to her but only looked, unsure of what he could or
should do.  "You can touch me if you want to.  I don't care," Lynda said
softly, hoping he would take the initiative and climax her.

   Tentatively he reached out and lightly touched between her legs.  Lynda
had wanted to be touched but Buddy was moving too slow for her.  Gently she
reached down and placed her hand over his, moving it up and down along her
pussy.  "Like this," she whispered.  This time he took the hint.  Lynda
closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations he was producing.

   Buddy was still a little nervous.  He continued to rub as she had shown
him.  "Push in," she mumbled.  He did as she asked.  Slowly his finger
parted her pussy lips and sank inside her.  She moaned softly as he
explored the warm, moist cavern between her legs.  He pushed his finger
deeper but something stopped his progress.  Lynda jumped a little.  "Oow!
Not so deep," she said.  Being inexperienced himself, he pulled his finger
out a little but continued his explorations.

   Lynda's breathing became ragged.  Buddy's deep push had hurt a little
but now that he wasn't so deep, it felt nice.  She sensed his clumsiness
but he was giving her the desired effect.  Her hips were moving up and down
in rhythm with his finger.  She knew she was close but Buddy just couldn't
seem to push her over the edge.  Her hand went to her crotch joining his.
As his finger pumped in her canal, she began to play with her clit.

   In no time her rocket went off.  She moaned loudly as she finally
climaxed.  It may not have been the best orgasm she had felt but it was one
none the less.  Her hand left her clit as she rode the crest of her
pleasure.  Even though Buddy's finger continued to move within her, she
finally came down.  Gently she pushed his hand away.

   "Did you do it?" Buddy asked.  Lynda smiled and nodded.  "Wanna do it
again?" he asked.

   "Some other time.  We gotta get to bed so my father won't get mad,"
Lynda explained.  "But I had fun," she added.

   "Me too," Buddy grinned as he grabbed his pants and left the room,
almost catching Lynda's father as he ducked into his room.

   Lynda stayed on the couch while Buddy was in the bathroom.  Once she
heard his door close, she headed for her room.  She turned a small lamp and
heard her father behind her whisper, "Can I come in?" She was still nude
but it wasn't unusual for him to see her like that so she nodded.  He
walked in, closing the door behind him, and sat on her bed.  "Have fun?" he
whispered.

   "Yeah," she grinned.

   "I saw you jump when he put his finger in you.  Did it hurt?�"he
asked.

   "You saw me?  Are you mad?" she panicked.

   "No, I'm not mad.  I told you it was OK," he soothed.  A relieved look
came over Lynda's face.  "So did it hurt when he put his finger in you?" he
again asked.

   "A little," Lynda whispered.

   "Want me to check and make sure everything's all right?" offered her
father.

   Everything felt OK now but it had hurt when he pressed in deep.  "It's
kinda embarrassing...  I'd have to open my legs real wide, wouldn't I?" she
questioned.

   "I'm afraid so...  I know.  Would it be easier if you sat on my lap?  I
could check you that way if you'd feel better," he suggested.

   "Yeah," Lynda grinned.  She had thought she would have to just lay on
her bed with her legs wide open.  She didn't mind her father seeing her but
being in that position wasn't something she thought she'd like.  Sitting on
his lap would be much better.  She hopped up and leaned against his chest,
waiting for her check up.

   For a moment he just held her.  ":You're going to have to open up so I
can check," he reminded her.  Lynda's legs parted but she continued to lean
against him.  His hand went to her pussy but instead if pressing a finger
inside her, he gently rubbed knowing she would begin to produce juices
making it more comfortable for her.

   His finger became slick as she became aroused.  Once satisfied his
finger was wet enough, he pushed in until he felt her maidenhead still
intact.  He started pulling out when she whispered, "Daddy, keep checking."

   He knew what she wanted and began playing with her.  Little cries echoed
in his ear as she began her climb toward satisfaction.  A low moan came
from deep within her as she climaxed.  He pulled his finger out but
continued to gently rub her pussy as her orgasm erupted.  Gently he guided
her body down from its peak.  As she finally relaxed, he moved his hand
around her waist and held her for a while.

   "Nice," she mumbled in his ear.

   He stood, picking her up.  He laid her on her bed.  "You've got to get
to bed." She smiled at him then crawled under the blanket, not bothering to
dress.  He turned out the light and left the room allowing the satisfied
girl to fall asleep.



   UNDER DADDY'S EYES 10

   Poker night came along again.  This time it was at George's house. 
Lynda, of course was there.  Unfortunately, because George was single,
Lynda was the only one other than the players who were there.  For the
first part of the evening she watched TV to amuse herself but became bored
with that.  With no programs on she wanted to watch, she turned the TV off
and wandered into the room where the men were playing to watch.

   "What's the matter?  Bored?" her father asked.

   "Yeah," Lynda mumbled.

   "Would you like to be our waitress again?" George asked.

   "You were the sexiest waitress I ever had," Matt added.

   Lynda nodded as a smile came across her face.  "Are you going to dress
in just panties and bra again tonight?" Matt asked.

   Lynda again looked at her father.  He smiled and nodded slightly.  "I'm
just wearing a tee shirt tonight.  I don't have a bra on," Lynda blushed.

   "How about being a topless waitress then?" George suggested.

   Lynda paused, thought for a moment, and then smiled as she said, "OK."
She kicked off her sneakers as she pulled her tee over her head revealing
her small budding breasts.  Her jeans followed, dropping to the floor. 
Proudly she stood dressed only in her lowest waisted bikini panties.

   "Very nice!" Matt complimented.

   "Who wants a beer?" Lynda giggled.  Her father said he was all set but
Matt and George both asked for one.  Lynda scurried into the kitchen,
grabbed two beers, and then delivered them.  Matt was the last to be served
so she stood next to him as they played the next hand.

   "Have you grown any more hair between your legs?" Matt whispered to
Lynda.

   "I dunno," she giggled.

   "Can I see?" he whispered.  Lynda giggled as she pulled the front of her
panties away from her belly allowing Matt to look inside.  Matt took hold
of her panties and leaned over, looking at her almost nonexistent bush.  "I
can't see too well like this.  Can I pull them down a little?"

   Lynda giggled softly.  The idea of Matt pulling her panties down seemed
a little exciting to her.  "Yeah," she answered softly.  Matt put his cards
down for a moment and slowly pushed her panties down to her upper thighs,
exposing her pussy.  A little shiver ran through Lynda.

   "You have grown more.  Look," Matt whispered as she looked to where Matt
was pointing.  Sure enough there were a few short but dark hairs sprouting
at the top of her slit.  A big grin formed on Lynda's face.

   Matt picked up his cards again, held them with one hand and quickly
returned his free hand to Lynda's newly exposed flesh.  "Have you started
touching yourself down here yet?" he whispered as his hand slid along
Lynda's slit.

   A shiver went down her spine.  Her face turned a little red as she
nodded.  "Often?" Matt asked.  Again Lynda nodded.  "Like to do it?" Matt
whispered.  Lynda looked at the others to see if they were looking at her.
No one seemed to be paying attention to her.  She looked at Matt and
nodded.

   Matt's finger again ran down her slit.  "That tickles," Lynda grinned.

   "Want me stop?" Matt whispered.  Lynda again looked around the table and
then looked at Matt again.  She moved a little closer so the others
couldn't see what was happening and shook her head.  The tickle she was
feeling wasn't the kind that needed to be scratched.

   Lynda shifted some, at the same time she opened her legs a little giving
Matt better access to her pussy.  The game continued for a few minutes
longer but Matt continued to rub the willing girl.  By the end of the hand,
Lynda was fully lubricated and her breathing was deep.  The men decided to
take a break and Lynda's father and George announced they were going
outside to have a cigar.  As their chairs moved back from the table, Matt
pulled his hand away and Lynda pulled her panties up.

   As soon as the other two left the room, Matt took Lynda's hand.  "Come
on," he said as he led her into George's bedroom.  He turned to Lynda and
asked, "Have you climaxed before?" A slight grin formed as she nodded. 
"Want me to climax you now?" Matt asked.  Lynda was aroused already and
nodded enthusiastically.





   Matt released her hand and both his hands went to her panties.  Slowly
he pushed them to the floor.  Having Matt take her panties off excited
Lynda even more.  He picked up the now nude girl and placed her on the bed.
Gently he opened her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.  He looked
down and saw her pussy swollen and wet.  "Close your eyes," he told her.

   Lynda trusted him and did as he asked.  Her eyes snapped open as
something wet ran up her slit.  Looking down she saw Matt's head between
her legs.  She thought about pushing him away but the sensations he was
causing in her pussy wouldn't let her.  Her head fell back on the bed and
her eyes once again closed as she focused on the new feelings between her
legs.

   Lynda's body had to move.  Her hips pushed against Matt's tongue and her
hands went to his head.  She pushed down trying to increase his pressure of
her throbbing pussy.  As much as she wanted her hips to keep a steady
upward push she just couldn't do it.  Her hips, almost acting on their own,
began to move up and down varying the pressure on her slit.

   Little squeals were coming from her mouth.  She lifted her feet from the
floor and planted them on the bed opening her even wider.  With her new
position she could now push against Matt even harder.  A finger slipped
into her pussy making her gasp as Matt's tongue flicked her clit.  This was
nothing like a hand rubbing her.  Lynda's fingers ran through Matt's hair
as she pushed his head down even harder.

   She sighed as his finger slid slowly out of her pussy.  She felt it
slide down lower until it touched her rear entrance.  Her breath sucked in
as he applied pressure.  She couldn't help but grunt as his finger broke
through and slid into her ass.  As her orgasm hit, she pushed against the
finger driving it deeper into her.  Completely out of control now, her hips
started to buck both mashing her pussy into his face and pushing his finger
deeper into her.

   A second orgasm washed over her.  Her legs flexed pushing her pussy as
hard as she could onto the tongue that was attacking it.  Her ass clamped
around his finger.  Her body froze.  Her lungs held in her last breath. 
Nothing in her body seemed to be working as this orgasm took complete
control of her.  After what seemed like an eternity, the shuddering climax
finally released control and her spent body fell onto the bed.

   Contact had been broken with Matt's mouth but his finger was still deep
into her belly.  Lynda was gasping for breath.  Slowly the finger began to
withdraw.  If Lynda had the strength, she would have grabbed it and pushed
it back in not wanting to lose any of the sensations left from her orgasm.
"Nooo," she moaned as the finger finally left her.

   Lynda was completely spent.  Her eyes were closed.  She felt her asshole
opening and closing like a baby's mouth trying to suck in a pacifier. 
Sexually she was satisfied but she also felt empty.

   After resting for a while, her strength began to return.  "Feel better
now?" Matt asked.  She smiled at him and nodded.  He sat on the bed and
picked up her panties from the floor, placing them on his lap.  Turning to
Lynda, he took her arms and helped her up until she was standing in front
of him.  He took the panties and held them down for her.  She placed her
hands on his shoulders and stepped into them.  Once both her feet were back
on the floor, he pulled the panties up but stopped at her thighs. His hand
snaked once more between her legs and he cupped her pussy.  She reached
down and placed her hand over his.  "Would you do that again sometime for
me?" she asked.

   "Sure I will, if you want me too," he smiled.

   The two remained motionless for a moment just smiling at each other. 
Matt pulled his hand from her pussy and finished pulling her panties up. 
He then did something Lynda didn't expect.  Gently he pulled her close and
kissed each of her breasts, lingering long enough to suckle on each for a
moment.

   Lynda's nipples were still quite small but Matt succeeded in stiffening
them.  He stood, took her hand, and led her out of the room.

   Lynda walked into the card room with Matt.  Her legs were still shaky
from her experience and even though she had already climaxed twice, her
pussy was wet again.