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   Miss Tishy

   "You'll forgive me," I said hopefully, "but I had a feeliing it wouldn't
work."

   Tishy fixed me with her big, blue sparklers, arching an eyebrow.  She
was obviously fed-up with having people tell her, "I told you so," about
her failed marriage.  She peevishly queried, "Oh?"

   "Well yeah, " I continued.  "You two were just mismatched." I'd known
her ex for years before he introduced me to Tishy.  And I still considered
him a friend.  But he was an inveterate wimp, and I said so.  Tishy
brightened at this.  I guess she had become accustomed to people blaming
her for the divorce.  She had left him for another guy, after all.  Well .
. .  She had left with another guy, anyway.  She had left out of boredom,
more than anything else.

   She sat there on the other end of the couch, looking at me.  Not saying
anything.  I think she was knocked for a loop by someone showing her
understanding.  So I pressed-on.  "I really had hopes for you guys.  I was
hoping you'd give him confidence and make him a little more daring.  But
when he took-up with that barbershop quartet, I knew things were gonna go
bad.  How tame can you get?  You're a lot of things, Miss Tishy.  But
you're not tame!"

   She shifted her slim frame, kicking her shoes off and stretching her
slender legs across the couch toward me.  Her short skirt rode-up on her a
bit.  She affected not to notice.  But I knew better.  From her body
language I got the idea she was settling in for a bit of a stay.  I think
she felt like I was someone of the old circle of friends whom she could
talk to.  Among other things.

   "What makes you say that?" she asked, purposefully.  She was looking at
me with those big, blues.  Her eyes clamped onto me like a little girl,
playing hide & seek, watching the seeker walk close by her hiding place and
wondering if she'll be discovered.  And the "little girl," part went
further, still.  Tish is a petit blond, 5',6" maybe and 115 lbs fully
clothed.  She wears her hair bobbed.  She is very slender and has almost no
breasts and a narrow little ass.  Her skin is pale and pinkish.  She was in
her mid twenties when this episode occurred, but she could have passed for
14 easily.

   "Well . . ." I tried to sound thoughtful, "there was that time after the
party, when we were all mellowing out on the couch.  The hubby was working
and you ended-up sitting on my lap.  I started dozing off and I got my
hands inside your blouse while you watched the end of the movie."

   This was not so odd.  I was the resident bachelor in a circle of married
friends.  All of the wives flirted with me to one extent or another and we
often bunched together to watch videos and such.  And my having roaming
hands was not looked-on too harshly.  It actually enhanced my reputation as
the rogue stud of the group.  And the accepted fact that I had been dozing
at the time gave me deniability.

   Tishy shrugged, stretching the material of her blouse tightly across her
tiny breasts.  I wondered if she knew that her nipples were standing erect.
This fact made me think that my reminding her of this particular incident
was having an unexpected effect on her.  I was pleased as punch, of course.
And decided then and there to push ahead.

   "It's not that it happened.  It's your reaction . . .  or your lack of
reaction that makes me wonder.  I mean, I was feeling you up for the better
part of an hour and you didn't say anything or try to move my hand.  And
later, you got in my car, alone, and let me drive you home when you had two
other offers of a lift.  I've often wondered if you weren't hoping I'd try
something."

   Tishy grinned sheepishly and blushed.  I had her!  "Well . . .  I
wondered what you were up to,' she said, "when you insisted on taking me
home . . .  "

   "And you weren't afraid to find out, either way, were you?" I
interrupted her proffered defense.

   "Hey!" My hitting that close to the mark made her unconfortable enough
to try shifting the subject from her iniquity to mine.  "If you were
napping, how do you know how long you had your hands inside my blouse?"

   I grinned at her.

   "You weren't asleep at all !"

   My grin broke into a smile.  I reached down and began stroking her foot.
"You never really believed that, did you?" The contact soothed her, I
think. She had been acting incredulous.  Now she just sat back and spoke
breathily.

   "You are such a bad boy!" she said.

   "That's okay," I said.  "You like bad boys."

   "You're sure of that?"

   I considered my answer.  I usually have a taste for buxom women.  But
Tish's girlishness had always had an effect on me.  "Not entirely.  Come to
think of it, I'm sure it's wrong.  I don't think you like bad boys.  I
think you like naughty men."

   "You mean there's a difference?" she laughed.

   "Oh yes," I said.  "But the difference is in you.  I think you like
feeling vulnerable.  Like when you got into the car with me.  I'm a hundred
pounds heavier and almost a foot taller than you.  And I'm not in bad shape
at all.  I could have done whatever I wanted with you.  And you knew it. 
I'll bet you like being manhandled."

   "Now wait a minute . . .  " She began to protest.  But I grabbed her
ankle, with the hand I had been tickling her with, and yanked her down to
my end of the couch.  I now had the bottom of her foot against my shoulder.
Her other leg had sprawled outward, over the edge of the couch.  She was
straddling me, after a fashion.  And her skirt had ridden all the way up to
her waist, revealing her white cotton panties.  The sudden forceful
movement had caused her to take a surprised breath.  I bent down and kissed
her foot, then licked her ankle a couple of times and trailed my tongue a
few inches up her leg.  She stared at me in astonishment.

   I smiled again.  "See?" I said and kissed her calf.  As I leaned my head
against her outstretched leg and smiled again I brought my other hand up
and lightly stroked the inside of her exposed thigh.  "No indignation.  No
slapping me or kicking at my face to get away.  No trying to close your
legs or smooth your skirt down.  But that's no surprise.  You were flashing
me for a bit before, anyway.  Now for the real test.  Undo your blouse.  I
want to see if your nipples are hard."

   She hesitated as if in a daze.  She had been found-out and wasn't sure
how to react.  It is a strange phenomenon in smalltown, midwestern women.
They all have this idea that they aren't supposed to be too overtly sexual,
except in that whitebread, Harlequin romance novel fashion.  Tishy was at a
loss and needed prompting.  "Come on, sweety," I said, leisurely moving my
hand higher and gently stroking her mons through her panties.  "Show me
your nipples.  And if they aren't hard, I'll let you go and we'll say no
more about it."

   "And if they are?" she murmured breathily as she looked pleadingly into
my eyes.

   I looked back at her, boring my eyes into hers to let her know I was
serious.  "Then you're mine for the taking." I smiled gently and in comfort
and stopped my ministrations to her sex.

   "I know you, Miss Tishy," I said.  as gently as I could "I know what it
is you want.  You like being vulnerable.  You like that thrill of wondering
what will happen when you are under a man's power, and in his hands.  You
want to surrender and let a man do to you as he will.  And I want to be the
one who leads you into that part of yourself.  I'm not a sadist.  I won't
injure you.  I may have to inflict a little pain to motivate you at times.
But I'm no B & D freak.  I will only do what I think will bring you
pleasure.  And I may have to convince you through less than tender means.
But I know that the real thrill for you will be my taking my pleasure from
you.  And that will mean you surrendering yourself to me.  To my will.  In
short, you will learn to trust me.  And I promise that I'll keep that edge
of wonder on things.  The more I pleasure you, the more you will trust me,
and the more pleasurable sex will be for you.  And the first trust I want
you to show is opening your blouse and showing me your nipples.  I'm not
playing with your pussy, now.  So if your nipples are hard it is because
the image of what I'm offering is turning you on.  The trust comes in the
promise I already made.  If your nipples aren't hard, then I will let you
go, and I'll never bother you about this again."

   There was fear in her eyes.  Her hands rested on her belly.  But she was
still looking me in the eye.  She wasn't sure what she was getting into.

   "Tishy," I said, "I am going to see if your nipples are hard, one way or
another!  You can open your blouse, or I can tear it off.  But you'll look
awful peculiar leaving here with no top on." I knew that for Miss Tishy,
that uncertainty was the biggest aphrodesiac of all.  But she tried to nail
it down further by gauging the character of what I had in mind.

   "Do you want me to call you master or something?" she asked bashfully.

   "Well . . .  " I replied.  "You can call me that if you want to.  But it
isn't necessary.  And master is a title which conveys authority.  But it
also has sinister overtones.  And I don't have anything sinister in mind,"
I said carressing her face in comfort.  She smiled and, looking at her
overly orthodontured teeth and her big eyes and bobbed hair, I had a flash
of inspiration.  But I wanted to know if she was thinking along the same
lines.  "Whom would you recognize as an authority figure, Tishy?  Someone
you trust completely to love you and keep you safe, while he was showing
you a new world?"

   A minute passed.  Then hesitantly she offered, "My daddy?"

   I raised my brow as if in surprise, but it was the answer I had been
hoping for.  "Is that what you want?  To call me daddy?"

   She nodded sheepishly.

   I smiled back at her and carressed her face again.  "Alright then,
sweetheart.  Open your blouse and show daddy your pretty nipples."

   What happened next was beyond my wildest dreams.  It was a small thing.
But it felt like something reached inside a grabbed my innards.  Tishy
smiled.  Not an eye-rolling or embarrassed smile.  Nor was it a woman's
knowing smile.  But a wonderful, open, trusting, little girl smile.  And I
knew then that life and sex would be far different for me from then, on.  I
knew without doubt that her nipples were as hard as my throbbing cock, even
before she began unbuttoning her blouse.  There was no hesitiation this
time.  Miss Tishy, my little girl, exposed herself to me with almost
juvenile pride.

   Her bra was a silly little affair, laying snug against the small mounds
of her breasts.  But in the center of the fabric of the taut cups there
were the unmistakeable impressions of her swollen areoles and, on top of
those, her sweet nipples stood straight out, rigid with lust and fear and
antipation of what was to come.

   I looked from her still nubile chest back up to her face.  She smiled
that proud little girl smile which only grew more radiant when she saw the
joy on my face.

   "They're hard, daddy!" Tish said.

   "I see that, sweety." I said as I pulled her closer to me.  I placed
both hands under her ass and lifted it onto my lap.  Then I took her one
outstretched leg and brought the knee to rest on my shoulder.  This posture
angled her head and shoulders down onto the couch.  But I only had to turn
my head to kiss the inside of her knee and her pussy was within easy reach.
After all of this was done, I returned my attention to her juvenile
breasts. "You know, sweety . . .  You really don't need to wear a bra.  I
think we should take this off," I said as I reached for the clasp between
the two cups.  "And I don't see as you really need to bother with wearing
one again."

   "You think my boobies are too small, don't you daddy?" she pouted.  I
marvelled at how smoothly and quickly Tish had assumed her roll.  This was
clearly something she had been craving for a very long time.

   Her nubbins were exposed by now.  And, even though I am generally fond
of C-cups and larger, I found myself entranced by the youthful appearance
of this lovely woman.  I ran my hand down her slender leg, over her
cotton-clad crotch and and up her chest until I had one of her tender
nipples pulsing between my thumb and forefinger.  "Not at all, honey.  I
think they are darling."

   "But you said that I don't need to wear my bra anymore."

   "That's because I expect to be playing with your pretty titties a lot
from now, on.  And I don't want to have to fool with a bra to get at them,"
I explained.

   "You mean it?" she beamed.

   I adopted a serious tone.  All the while pinching her rock-hard nipples.
"Honey, I told you I want you to trust me.  I think you have one of the
loveliest chests I have ever seen.  In fact . . .  "

   I didn't finish my sentence.  Instead I let go of her nipple and reached
down to slip my hand under Tish's back.  I lifted the tiny woman forcefully
and without warning, to add to the thrill.  When she was sitting, facing
me, on my lap with her legs splayed open on my crotch I continued with, " .
. .  I think I'm going to suck on them." And without another word I leaned
down and clamped my lips on her right titty.

   "Oohh . . .  Daddeee . . .  Mmm . . .  Ughh . . ." She moaned as she
twined her fingers through my hair, pulling me toward her.  I sucked on
one, then the other.  Steadily increasing the suction until I felt Tish
make a tiny insuck of breath, telling me that she was feeling a bit of
pain.

   I let her nipple go with a smacking parting kiss.  "How's my girl feel,
now?"

   Tishy smiled and leaned in and kissed me deeply, sucking my tongue into
her sweet mouth like there was no tomorrow.  Her fingers played in my hair
and pulled me closer to her.  We kissed for what seemed ages.  And as we
did she began to grind her pelvis against me.  My cock ground hard against
the fly of my jeans with her movements.  And the faded Levis began to tent,
pressing into Tishy's straddling crotch.  She felt my hard-on pressing
through her panties and ground harder against me, once or twice.  I did my
best to help her along, grasping her tiny ass cheeks with both hands and
forcing her against me.  Then she straightened-up, rising on her knees, she
reached down between us and ran her hand over the lump in my pants.

   "Oooooo, daddy!" she said, with a lustful glint in her eyes, "can I play
with it?"

   "Why would you want to do that, princess?" I asked faceteously.

   She blushed at this and replied abashedly, "Because I'm daddy's girl,"
she said and smiled her little girl smile.

   "But good little girls don't ask to play with their daddy's cock, do
they?" I scolded.  Tish fixed me with her big blue eyes.  There was a bit
of sadness, just then, and I think I saw tears begin to well-up in them. 
It was a cruel thing I was doing.  But she needed to be made to admit the
truth out loud.

   "You don't think I'm a good girl, daddy?" she shakily murmured.

   "I think a good girl is a happy girl," I countered.  "And I don't think
you will be a happy girl until you can say what kind of girl you really
are." I released one of her buttocks and eased my hand down, under her ass
and began stroking her mons from behind.  "The word for you is a bad word.
One that is another name for this part of you," I said, giving her pussy a
little pat for emphasis.  "And we can't go any further before you tell me
what that word is.  What you are."

   Tishy's gaze dropped from my eyes.  She was looking down, but at nothing
in particular, though my fingers were still running the length of her slit.
Her bottom lip quivered with emotion and she drew in a shuddering breath.
God, I felt like a bastard at that moment!  But this was for her own good.
A tear ran down her cheek.  I wanted to die for making this delicate,
juvenile-looking beauty face-up to her own darkest secret.

   "Cunt," she whispered and sobbed.

   "Say it louder, honey," I said as comfortingly as possible.  "I didn't
quite hear you." An admission like this needed to be more than a whisper.

   She looked up at me, and I could see the injured resolve in her sweet
face.  "I'm a cunt," she said with a hint of grief.

   I felt so sorry for her then.  And so proud of her.  She had arrived at
the truth about herself.  It hurt her.  But that would pass.  And the
sooner, the better.

   I let go her other ass cheek and reached out to caress her face.  I
smiled a comforting, happy smile and spoke tenderly to her.  "You're my
cunt, Tishy.  You're beautiful and sexy and good-hearted.  And I'm proud of
you and love you very much.  It took so much courage for you to admit that.
I'm sorry that I had to make you say it.  But you need to be freer with
yourself.  With your language and with your body.  I'm going to help you do
all of those things.  And I promise that I will make you a happy, good
little girl !"

   She broke into another, proud smile and fell against me.  I wrapped my
arms around her and held her tight.  Her arms were firmly around my neck
and she was holding on tight.  My hands became entangled in her open blouse
as it hung limp about her.  After a minute, I took one of her arms and
peeled it from around my neck, telling her to be still, I just wanted to be
closer to her.  She stayed relaxed against me while I removed her blouse
the rest of the way.  There was a langor to her, now.  A complete
abandonment of herself to my will.

   I ran my hands over the warm, smooth skin of her back.  Tishy sighed and
luxuriated in her new-found honesty and the warth of our embrace.  I
reached up and took her chin gently, bringing her face around to mine.  We
kissed slowly and passionately, our tongues swimming together with relish.
I moved my hands again to her sides and stretched my thumbs across her
chest until they found the tiny mounds of her breasts.  I found her nipples
and was surprised to feel them already erect, waiting for my touch.  I
pressed them into her and rubbed my thumbs across them, slowly.  Tishy
moaned into my mouth.  Then I pushed her back just a little.  She looked
expectantly into my eye again.

   "Tell me what you are again, Miss Tishy," I said.

   She smiled that devastating little girl smile.  "I'm my daddy's little
cunt!" she pronounced and added, "And daddy loves me!"

   That was all for me.  I'd had other plans for her.  But just now I
couldn't contain myself.  My cock was hard as a steel re-bar.  It is just
over nine inches long and almost as big around as a small can of tomato
paste.  I couldn't help smiling at my little cunt and I moved my hands to
steady her against me while I stood up.  Then I bent forward laying her
down on the couch.  She never squirmed or tried to steady herself.  She
just held firm around my neck and let me manipulate her as best suited me.
I reached down and grabbed the waist band of her skirt, slipping my fingers
under it and the top of her panties as well.  I lifted forcefully, pulling
her slender hips almost two feet off of the couch and slipping the garments
down her legs.  When the waistband cleared the roundness of her ass her
body lost all support and fell, uncontrolled, back onto the couch.  She
bounced on the cushion and let out a whoop of joy, like a girl bouncing on
a mattress.

   As she laid there and giggled I ripped off my shirt.  As I fumbled with
my beft Tishy ran her hand over the tent in the front of my jeans.  "Oooo .
. .  Hurry daddy," she said throatily.  "I can't wait !"

   The belt gave and my jeans slipped down easily.  I stood there in my
briefs, my hard-on pushing the fabric out like three-quarter-foot bowsprit
on a ship.

   Tishy snatched a breath.  "My GOD!" she cried.  "Oh I want it, daddy ! I
want it so bad !"

   I smiled down at the impish woman, reclined before me.  I drank in her
darling, exhuberantly smiling face, her golden tom-boyish hair, the slight
rises of her petit breasts, topped with her hardened purple nipples, her
palid flesh gone rouge with excitement for what was coming, her flat tummy,
her pixyishly narrow hips seperated ever so slightly and revealing, under a
downy golden bush of pubic hair, her ripely rounded vaginal mons.  All of
that laid out, awaiting my pleasure and pleading for me to reach down and
take her!

   "It's all yours, honey," I said.  "Come get it."

   Tishy sat up and reached out, rubbing my prick through the fabric.  Then
she grabbed the band of my briefs, pulling it out and own to expose the
full length.  The head was dark with blood and the shaft was like iron. 
She grabbed it and squeezed, breathing astonishment at how hard I was.  She
couldn't take her eyes off of it.

   I was standing in front of her as she sunk into the soft leather couch
and our postures must have inspired her.  She didn't miss a beat, but
immediately engulfed my cock, reaching around to grab the cheeks of my ass.
Her mouth was warm and watering.  At the point where I thought my meat
would bottom out at the back of her throat and she would begin to withdraw
it, I felt her hands pulling on my ass and her gullet open.  She rocked her
head back and forth a couple of times to accommodate the extra length and
sucked me all the way in.  I was enraptured with the soft flesh caressing
my shaft and the hard ring of muscle pulsing behind the head.  I thought I
would shoot right there.  But groaned and held-on to my load.  She had been
a brave girl and she wanted more than a mouthful of jizz, and it was my new
responsibility to reward my little girl.

   She kept me in her throat for what felt like hours.  Then she drew back.
As the sensations waned I looked down to see the girlish face regurgitating
my cock.  It thought then that this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen,
especially followed as it was by Tishy's juvenile grin of pride.

   As she drew my glistening shaft out of her velvety mouth, Tishy took it
in her hand, looked up at my astonished face, licked the head and gave me
her devastating grin.

   "God baby!" was all I could think to say.

   She licked me again and spent the next several minutes with my dick in
her mouth, sucking gently on the head, licking the underside of the shaft
and giving the occasional moan of enjoyment for the pleasure she was giving
her daddy.  After she swallowed all of me the second time she withdrew the
entire length again and licked the trickle of precum flowing from the end.
She gave a throaty groan at the taste, looking at me again.  Goddamn that
smile would give me a heartattack for sure!

   "Am I a good girl now, daddy?" she asked knowingly.  "Can a little cunt
like me be a good girl?"

   "Oh yes, princess," I stammered.  "You're the best little cunt there
is."

   "Oh daddy!  You say the sweetest things!" Another lick.

   I couldn't help but give a little laugh and reached down to stroke her
sunny hair.  "I have to be good to my little girl.  And I want to be very
good to you, my little love.  So now, I think you should lie down."

   "So you can push your big meat into my pussy?" God, didn't she know how
to play her part !

   "Yes, my love.  But there is a word for doing that," I lead her.  "A
very bad word.  You have to ask properly."

   She looked up at me with imploring sapphire eyes.  "Will you fuck me
now, daddy?  Please fuck me!  I'll be your little cunt forever if you fuck
me right now !"

   I gathered the hair at the back of her head and used it to urge her
backwards, so that she was laying on the couch.  As she went over, onto her
back, I stepped out of my underwear and climbed onto the couch, between her
thighs.  When she was settled her feet came to rest on my shoulders.  I
brought my hands to grasp the backs of her knees.  I was on my knees
between her spread legs and my cock jutted out a foot or so above her
belly. I tightened my grip on her legs and heaved upward, violently. 
Tishy's pretty ass came off the couch suddenly at the motion.  Her sex was
now upturned, less than an inch below my cock.  I looked at Tishy.  Her
head and shoulders were bearing all of her weight on the cushions.  Her
neck and upper chest were flushed and her face was glowing with lust and
the joy of the sexual freedom I was introducing her to.

   "Reach up and put me in, sweetheart," I ordered.  "My hands are full."

   She smiled and did as she was told.

   "Not too far in," I said when she had the head of my cock nestled
between her inner lips.  Her pussy was fragrant and slick with desire.

   "But daddy!" she started to protest.

   "Trust me, my little love.  Daddy'll make you happy.  Promise."

   I leaned over, pinning Tishy to the couch.  Her knees were still at my
shoulders and her pussy, with the head of my cock still poised at the
entrance, was angled almost straight up.  Because of my mass pressing me
down into her, I got a feel for the tightness that awaited me.  Her ex and
the stud she had left him with must have been real pin-dicks because she
felt almost virginal.  Tishy grunted under the increasing weight as I
planted my hands either side of her head.  But she smiled eagerly up at me.

   "Now daddy!" she breathily pleaded.  "Please, now !"

   "Now, what, baby?" I teased.

   "Fuck me.  Please fuck me right now !"

   I gathered all of my strength and banged my dick into the tiny woman's
snatch in one goda'mighty thrust of my hips.  There was so much resistance
at first, I thought my meat would bend in half.  Then I felt the walls of
her vagina yield to the growing pressure.  She was slick with the juices
she'd been flowing with since I had first reminded her of the night I'd
surruptitiously felt her up.  Now I was jabbing my prick into her with all
the force I could muster.  And the noise that tore from her throat began as
a shriek of pain and mellowed to a satisfied, gutteral cry of joy.

   Tishy shuddered briefly.  I'd never had a woman cum with the first
thrust and I was curious to watch and content to let the feeling last a
bit. I stayed all the way up inside her while she came down, enjoying the
tight moistness of her pussy as the rippling muscles tried to milk the cum
out of me.

   The mask of intensity which momentarily covered her face gave way as the
spasm subsided and she opened her eyes to look up at me.  "More daddy," she
was begging me joyfully.  "More.  Fuck me . . .  Do it hard and don't stop,
daddy.  Never, never stop fucking me as long as I live." She reached her
arms around me, pulling herself against me, and did her best to thrust back
against me where I had her impaled.  "Fuck me hard, daddy.  FUCK ME
HARD!!!!"

   I raised myself as much as I could withdrawing my dick almost all of the
way.  I wondered if I could make her cum once again with a single thrust.
So I gathered my strength again and bucked into her for all I was worth.

   "Eeeeeuuugggghhhh . . ." the sound tore from her throat again and she
gave a second shudder.  I was pressing down on her so hard she could barely
draw breath.  All she could do was faintly whisper, "More . . .  more . . .
more . .  "

   After three or four more of these I'd had all I could stand.  I had
exhausted all of my restraint.

   "Put your arms round daddy's neck, sweetheart." I said.

   She did, and I struggled to raise-up onto my knees.  I finally had to
extend one leg to the floor to steady myself.  But in all of that Tishy
stayed lanced onto my hard-on.  I had my arms linked under her knees so
that she could swing freely in front of me.  (I'd seen this in a fuck-flick
once and always wanted to try it.)

   I started bucking into my tiny lover with all I was worth.  My fat prick
slammed into her with gusto and I could feel tiny squirts of her vaginal
juice shooting onto my thighs with every thrust.

   Tishy's head lolled backward and her back arched, driving her pussy onto
me even harder.  All the while she murmured incoherently everytime I drove
into her.  "Ugh . . .  Ugh . . .  Ugh . . .  Ugh . . .  Ugh . .  " And
occasionally she slipped in a breathless, " . . .  Daddy! . . .  " Twice in
the next several minutes I felt her grip around my neck tighten, her hips
snapped against me, her upper torso shimmied and shuddered for breath, her
pussy muscles rippled and her oralizing came out as a prolonged gurgle.

   After the last one of these I couldn't stand it.  I felt my nads
contracting and the muscles in my thighs grew so tight I thought my legs
would give way.  I quickened my pace and after a few strokes a grunt ripped
out of my chest.  My eyes slammed shut, I percieved a white flash and an
electric pulse shot from the base of my spine and out my dick.  I started
falling forward.  We hit the couch like we'd been blindside tackled.  The
force of it drove my cock hard into Tishy one last time, while I still shot
my jizz into the vise-like grip of her cunt.

   I was aware that Tishy was being crushed under me, so I rolled sideways,
regretting the feeling of my prick sliding out of her, and just let go. 
God knows how long I just laid there, trying to catch my breath.  I opened
my eyes, finally.  Tishy had crawled half on top of me.  She had her head
on my chest and her free hand was on my shoulder.  A kiss she planted on my
chest is the first thing I really remember.  I opened my eyes and she was
looking at me with that beaming, girlish smile.

   "Hi daddy!," she giggled and licked my nipple.

   "Hi there, princess," I said.

   "Mmmm . . .  That was terrific!" she said.

   "It sure was." As I laid there I was wondering if Tishy would now revert
to her old self.  Then it struck me that she had called me daddy again.

   "So, what are you doing the rest of the day?" Tishy had showed-up,
unexpectedly, just after noon.  So all of this was completely unplanned.  I
had been planning on spending the day quietly, cleaning the apartment, but
a friend was also expecting me to go out with him for a beer, later.

   "Fucking you, as much as you can stand it, " I said.  My friend would
understand.

   "Goody !" Tishy said gleefully.  "Maybe I should clean you off some
before we do it again." She reached down and playfully took hold of my
cock.

   "Maybe you should, " I said.

   I thought she meant that she would go to the bathroom and get a damp
towel to wipe up the mess.  But Tishy had other things in mind.  She
swivelled herself around to face my cock.  She lifted my limp meat and, to
my surprise, bent over and began licking me off.  After a few minutes I
felt myself getting hard again.  Tishy was going at her task with relish.
But I couldn't resist asking her, "Honey, can you taste yourself on me?"

   "Mmm hmm!" she said without taking her mouth off the old fella.

   I reached over and slid my hand under her ass, kneading what little
flesh she had there.  She responded by letting my pecker drop out of her
mouth and stroking it with her hand while she swung her ass around to give
me better access.

   While her mouth was empty I figured I'd better keep the questions going.

   "Don't you mind licking pussy juice off of me?"

   Tishy smiled, "No daddy.  It tastes . . .  well . .  different."

   "You mean you like it?"

   "Well yeah, I guess.  It's better before it dries, though." This was
blowing my mind.  For all of my tauted sexual sophistication I still have
to cop to my midwestern morays.

   "Tishy . . .  Have you ever licked pussy?"

   "A couple of times.  I did a lot of new stuff with Jerry, the guy I
lived with after I left my ex."

   "And you like licking pussy?" I was trying not to let my incredulity
show.

   "Oh yeah," the girly smile again.  "But I'm not gay or anything.  I just
like sex a lot!  And I really like being licked.  I remember the first time
I made a girl cum with my tongue.  I felt so great!  But, more than
anything else, I like being fucked.  And more than being fucked, I like
being fucked by my daddy!"

   I knew Tishy's real dad had split on her family when she was a kid, so
she could only have meant me.

   "Just straight fucking?"

   She considered this as she kept pumping my pole.  "Yeah . . .  pretty
much.  Jerry tried doing my ass a few times.  I didn't like it.  It hurt
too much."

   With that Tishy bent over a swallowed my cock again.  But she had
planted the seeds of a few ideas I realized I could make come true.  That,
however is another story, or two, for another time.





   -- UNCLE SAM











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