Rebecca and John Pt. 4

Author's note: This is the fourth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca and her dad continue crossing lines.

I strongly recommend reading the first three chapters before this.

The warning still applies that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. Also, this chapter features some spanking too.

Glad you're still with me - enjoy!

Friday

John woke up slowly, and even though it was well before his alarm clock would have gone off, he was feeling pretty well rested. His drowsy mind was awash with the naughty dreams he'd had about his beautiful daughter.

Having his beautiful girl masturbate next to him on the couch, making her tease herself until she got so horny she couldn't think straight. Clamping his hand over her mouth and looking into her hazel eyes - wide open, begging him to let her have the proper release that he'd then denied her. Watching her squirm and buck her hips as he'd made her ruin her orgasm, enjoying the desperate moans and whimpers into his palm.

The feeling of her warm, needy body next to him.

She'd played the reluctant, innocent girl being forced to expose herself to her lecherous old dad to perfection as he'd jerked off to the view of her twitching, needy, wet pussy. He'd blown his load as she looked on enviously, not allowed to touch herself while she watched him have the full, satisfying orgasm that he hadn't allowed her.

Of course, the best part had been the signs that she'd thoroughly enjoyed every second of her torture. The signs had been subtle - she was a wonderful actress - but unmistakable. She'd absolutely loved it.

The images ignited a fire inside him which woke him up further... and that's when he remembered.

Fuck.

That had all really happened, hadn't it?

He braced for the feeling of guilt to hit him like a speeding freight train.

But it didn't happen. He waited a couple more seconds, thinking that the part of his brain where it resided might not be fully awake yet.

Still nothing.

After a minute or so of waiting for the moral hangover to belatedly kick in, he found himself smiling again, replaying the events of last night in his head.

He realized that he didn't feel bad; not even slightly. Every time he tried to somehow force himself to regret his actions, all that showed up was Rebecca's overjoyed expression when he'd agreed to her bizarre proposal, the deep love he felt for her - beyond anything a father should feel for his daughter - and how he saw his own feelings for her reflected in her beautiful eyes.

He was simply happy. Happier than he'd been in a long while.

He didn't regret anything, and he wasn't angry at himself. If anything, he resented the rules society had set down that prevented him from dancing around in the front yard, proclaiming loudly to everyone in earshot how much he loved his precious, wonderful, sexy daughter, and listing all the naughty things he couldn't wait to do to her.

He finally allowed himself to relax again.

Thinking of the forbidden pleasures he'd shared with his daughter last night - and all the fresh ideas that had generated in his mind - had made its effects felt. He had a raging morning wood, the likes of which he hadn't experienced since his teen years.

He briefly considered beating himself off, but quickly discarded the idea, deciding to save it for later, thinking that he'd rather do something fun with Rebecca. Besides, the poor girl hadn't had a proper climax in over a week while he'd had a monumental one just last night, so he was hardly in a position to complain about having to wait a little while, was he?

He idly considered the ways he might torment her, and whether he should let her cum today. He wanted to - he practically couldn't wait to see her fall apart in a big, satisfying orgasm - but she seemed to enjoy her frustration so much. So probably not, he decided. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that. She'd just have to find out the hard way.

He didn't feel bad about that, either. It was blatantly obvious that his precious daughter found her desperation at least as exciting as he did, and the only reason he enjoyed this so much was exactly because she did too.

All he'd ever wanted was to make her happy, and this was most certainly making her happy. It was, without a doubt, unconventional, but so what?

Maybe they could have a short teasing session before she left for school today, he mused. A little something to keep her excited during the day. He'd like that, but he would never force it upon her - he'd just wait and see if it looked like she was in the mood for a little naughty morning fun and take it from there.

It gave him a moment's pause to notice how effortlessly his thoughts had gone to places that would have been unthinkable to him only a short while before. You're a seriously warped old man, John, he thought to himself.

He shook his head and chuckled softly to himself as he reflected that he now knew what it felt like to be a depraved pervert.

Pretty damn good, he decided, and if we go to hell, we'll go together, and I'm sure we'll have a great time there as well.

He got up to grab another cold shower and get breakfast ready for his no doubt hungry - and definitely horny - daughter.

*****

Rebecca yawned and stretched as she roused from her slumber. It had been a while since she'd slept so snugly. She felt dazed with pent-up frustration, and she had to make a conscious effort not to start touching herself. It made her feel naughty, like a complete slut who needed strict discipline just to keep her hands off herself.

She smiled. It was a pretty amazing feeling.

Yesterday came trickling back into her mind, and she couldn't stop herself from giggling at the thought that it was all real. It felt totally insane, and once again, she considered whether she really had gone crazy yesterday and was just imagining everything. Well, she could live with that if the last day had been any indication.

She stretched again and looked at her phone. It was still a while until she'd usually get up, but she didn't really feel like she needed any more rest. Besides, she was way too horny to drift off again after replaying the night's events in her mind, so she might as well get the day started.

Her panties felt soaked as she got out of bed - pretty much the new normal by now - so she peeled them off and threw them in the general direction of her hamper, not caring any more than usual whether she hit or missed. She located some fresh underwear, grabbed her towel, and headed for the bathroom, deciding that her daddy's oversized t-shirt she was still wearing was sufficiently decent.

As an afterthought, she also considered that the loose garment might make it easier for her to tease her daddy a little in return. She knew he liked looking at her, and after all, he'd given her so much last night... and one good turn deserved another, didn't it?

Realizing that she was actively planning to flash her own father - and the fact that it was making her so aroused to think about - caused another giggle. She didn't suppose that a lot of her fellow daughters out there based their clothing choices on how easy it would be to put on a show for their fathers.

They didn't know what they were missing.

Just doing what any thoroughly depraved little girl would do, she thought merrily, feeling exquisitely perverted, pondering all the wonderful and exciting ways she might light a fire in his loins.

As she went out into the hallway, she could hear the shower running inside the bathroom.

A widening grin crept across her face as a spontaneous plan formed itself in her mind. She quickly made her preparations and waited outside the closed bathroom door, practicing her best innocent look.

*****

John dried off, his erection having finally subsided, due in no small part to the cool water. He pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt, not having brought anything else with him. He'd better finish dressing and get downstairs before Rebecca woke up. He opened the bathroom door.

And then he dropped his lower jaw on the floor.

"Good morning, daddy! Sleep well?" Rebecca beamed innocently, turning to face him.

Of course, it would have been a lot more innocent, had she been wearing anything except a towel, casually slung over her shoulder, along with the clear signs of her persistent arousal.

He did an involuntary once-over, taking in her naked form - the firm round globes of her perfect breasts, the nipples standing erect, the gorgeous curves of her hips and legs, that cute little neatly trimmed line of pubic hair over her slit, and the slight glistening along her labia.

Then he did a twice-over without thinking, to her well-hidden amusement.

He attempted to carefully enunciate a comment, but his mouth apparently got confused by the small detail that his brain didn't have a suitably witty line ready, so it just sort of defaulted to factory settings and produced an unintelligible sound instead.

Her smile widened a bit, but she kept up the pretense, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Oh, you always know just what to say, daddy," she said playfully, without a hint of sarcasm.

She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a good morning kiss that went quite a way beyond the usual peck. He felt her warm, naked body pressing against him and her tongue twirling around his. His hands somehow found themselves on her hips, her soft skin hot to his touch, and he had to fight to make them stay there instead of engaging in an enthusiastic exploration of the new and exciting territory they had unexpectedly found themselves in.

So much for having lost the boner, he thought wryly, feeling his newly hard cock straining against his boxers, pressing against her stomach through the fabric.

Then she released him and smiled again, as if everything was completely normal.

"I'll just grab a quick shower," she chimed brightly and squeezed past him into the bathroom, happily humming the tune of some pop song, while he blinked and continued his gaffed-fish imitation for a moment longer.

Oh, no you don't, he thought as his naked daughter waltzed past him, forcing himself out of his stupor. Without really thinking, he half-turned and landed a forceful slap on her bare ass as she passed him by, making her yelp in surprise and delight.

Before she could react further, he promptly turned away and headed for his room to get dressed.

"Go ahead, baby girl. I'll have breakfast done soon," he called after her, his tone as normal and cheerful as he could manage.

She had definitely won this round, he smiled to himself, but at least he'd managed to put a point on the board. Even better, she'd made it abundantly clear that she was very much in the mood for mischief on this fine Friday morning.

There was just no way around it, he thought. He'd definitely need to punish her for this.

Which would without a doubt just encourage her further. He smiled to himself.

*****

Rebecca congratulated herself on her well-executed plan as she laid out her clean underwear and hung up her towel. His reaction had been exactly what she'd aimed for, and it excited her no end that she was able to make him lose his otherwise well-developed capacity for coherent speech.

The kiss had been great too. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing panties at the time, she reflected, or she would have soaked yet another pair, helped along by the feeling of his tongue in her mouth and his hard cock pressing against her naked body. And the sting in her butt reminded her of his snappy comeback, which had also been very nice.

Yup. She'd definitely have to do stuff like this more often.

She turned on the water. It was still set to the very cool end of the scale, which was probably for the best. She hadn't given it much thought yesterday morning, but today, her brain was working well enough to join the dots.

Daddy had apparently started taking cold showers too. I wonder why that is, she thought and smirked, feeling very pleased with herself.

She showered quickly and efficiently, partly because the water temperature was set somewhere between uncomfortably cold and freezing, but mostly because she couldn't wait to get downstairs.

She dried herself off and was about to put on her underwear when she hesitated. She'd brought conservative cotton undies without thinking, but she decided that she'd rather wear something a little more daring for breakfast today, so she just grabbed it and padded back to her room, naked.

She didn't have anything else in the same category as the sheer lingerie set she'd worn yesterday evening, but she did have some lacy stuff that was pretty exciting, so she slipped into that instead, making a mental note to hear if Janie might be up for a shopping trip later so she could expand the part of her wardrobe she'd recently started labelling 'stuff I'd like to show daddy'.

For the rest of her outfit, she went with a scandalously short black skirt - again sending a warm thought to Janie's persuasiveness - along with a pink crop top that she'd bought before her breasts had grown to their current size, but which was stretchy enough to still accommodate her, particularly after she dropped the idea of wearing anything underneath it. It left plenty of skin visible, including some serious cleavage. Not exactly practical clothes for a cold autumn morning, but it was warm enough inside the house, and she had plenty of time to change again before leaving for school.

Feeling inspired, she also did something different with her hair that she thought would go very nicely with the skimpy outfit, and then, as quietly as she could manage, she snuck down the stairs to surprise her daddy.

*****

John was just about done cooking breakfast. His cock had softened somewhat, although it blankly refused to go completely limp, evidently suspecting that more excitement would be incoming in the near future and deciding that standing down completely would be a waste of time.

As it turned out, Rebecca didn't disappoint it.

He hadn't heard her enter the kitchen, so he almost jumped when he turned around and saw her standing there, feet together, her hands demurely clasped behind her back, a not-so-innocent smile playing around her lips.

What a vision.

She'd opted for a skirt so short it was barely two steps beyond a wide belt - even standing up straight, her lacy white panties were clearly visible - along with a top that struck a decisive blow in the struggle to reduce the world's overuse of fabrics. It was tight enough to make it readily apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, and that her nipples were still hard.

And she'd put her hair up in a pair of pigtails, completing the naughty little girl look to perfection.

"Hi, daddy," she smiled sweetly, her twinkling eyes intermittently flickering down to see if there was any reaction in his pants, her smile widening almost imperceptibly as she noted the new activity there. "I'll get the plates," she offered before he could say anything, and proceeded to bend over at the hips to reach the low cupboard, providing him with an ample view of her beautiful ass, as well as the pretty white lace of the panties that framed it to perfection.

She was definitely still playing the 'let's see how excited I can get daddy' game, and she was a pro, as evidenced by his cock standing to attention once more. He was amused to note that the faint reddish imprint of his hand was still visible on her left ass-cheek. He briefly considered gifting her with a matching one on the other side but reluctantly decided to save that for later in the interests of discretion.

"Don't you look pretty today," he commented instead, deciding to play it cool.

"Thanks, daddy!" she beamed as she passed him the plates and went to the fridge to get her customary morning orange juice. Despite the bright orange and very visible jug being located in the upper half of the door - a fact she knew very well - she spent an inordinate amount of time looking for it at the very bottom, bending over again. Just to make sure it hadn't moved down there to hide, of course.

John wasn't complaining about the view, and it's not as if his cock could get much harder anyway, so he just paused for a while, a filled plate in each hand, taking a while to enjoy the scenery.

She finally straightened up again, looking back and seeing the hungry look on his face as his eyes lingered on her mostly exposed body. She put on an impressive imitation of a shocked look.

"Why, daddy!" she said, her voice dripping with mock disapproval but her eyes twinkling with delight. Her gaze slid down his body in return, fixing on the now very visible bulge in his pants. "Fathers really shouldn't be looking at their daughters like that, you know."

"Well, maybe daughters shouldn't be strutting around half-naked in front of their fathers either," he shot back as he put the plates on the table, the corner of his mouth curling despite his stern tone. "I sure hope you're not planning to go to class like that, young lady."

She felt a shiver prickle across her skin. She loved it when he called her young lady in that strict voice.

"Of course not, daddy," she simply said, not missing a beat. "This is just my breakfast outfit. I'll change before I leave," she added brightly as she sat down, hiding her smile behind the glass as she arched her back a little and took a sip of her juice, her eyes never leaving his.

"You'd better," he admonished, staying in character, "or you'll give all those adolescent boys ideas."

"What kind of ideas, daddy?" she asked innocently, as if she had no clue how teenage boys worked.

"The wrong kind," he answered promptly. "Keep this up, and I'll have to lock you in a chastity belt or something," he murmured gruffly, demonstrating his excellent acting skills yet again.

"Yes, please," she whispered to herself, breaking character for a moment and staring dreamily at nothing.

"What was that?" he snapped.

"Nothing, daddy," she answered quickly. "I was just forgetting my place and being a naughty little girl," she added brightly.

"Is that so?" he smiled.

"Yes," she nodded. "Very naughty. I've also been having some extremely inappropriate thoughts all morning," she confessed cheerfully.

"I see," he said. "Well, we can discuss that after breakfast, sweetheart. Now eat up before your food gets cold."

"Okay, daddy," she smiled, beginning to wolf down her morning meal with relish.

*****

The rest of breakfast went as it had always done before, and Rebecca marveled once again at how easily it came to them to transition between their usual routine and their new-found common hobby.

Or combine them seamlessly - as they chatted idly, she enjoyed the way his eyes took in every inch of the bare skin she had on display for him. Good, she thought. She'd made sure that there was quite a lot of it, so it would have been a pity to see it go to waste.

Despite the feeling of normalcy, she had to admit that she ate faster than she normally did, excited to see what mischief they might get up to before she had to leave.

When they were done, she cleared the table without being asked, and then turned to him, her hands behind her back again, biting her lip, smiling expectantly at him.

"So," he prompted, "you said you've been naughty?"

"No," she corrected, "I said I've been very naughty."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" he asked, pulling his chair back and patting on his leg. "Come sit on daddy's lap and tell me what you've been doing, young lady."

Mmm. There it was again.

"Yes, daddy," she said obediently and sat down, her back to him. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass through his pants. It was an enticing but very distracting sensation - she kept imagining how wonderful it would feel to impale herself on it, to be stretched open by it.

He took a gentle but firm hold of her thighs and parted them, making her sit with one leg on each side of him. The feeling of being opened up like that made her gasp softly. He then led her hands down outside her legs and wrapped his arms around her in a possessive embrace, pinning her arms to her sides.

He felt her trying to shift her position so she could grind her clit against him, but he didn't let her. Not just to keep her from pleasuring herself - although that provided an excellent excuse - but to keep her movements from providing him with too much stimulation. It wouldn't take much in the state he had been in most of the morning.

"Sit still, Rebecca," he said.

She let out a frustrated little grunt, but her movements subsided.

"So, tell me what you've done," he said into her ear. His voice was quiet, but his proximity made it sound like a deep, authoritarian rumble, and she could feel the vibrations of his chest against her back.

"Um... I almost masturbated when I woke up, even though I'm not allowed to," she began.

He could feel her heartbeat quickening. The muscles in her arms tensed, probably because she wanted to touch herself, but he tightened his grip for a moment and she gave it up.

"Bad girl," he shook his head in mock disappointment. "Go on."

"And then I exposed myself to a lecherous old man," she said in a remorseful tone. He had to suppress a laugh at that one.

"Were you naked?" he asked, managing a passably inquisitorial tone despite his amusement.

"Completely," she admitted, her breathing getting heavier now. "He could see my pussy and everything. It was very naughty of me."

"Anything else?"

"Yes," she said, effortlessly continuing in that contrite tone he loved so much. "I dressed in a very short skirt just so I could show that nasty old man my skimpy panties. And a very revealing top so he could ogle my titties."

"I might need to have a word with that guy," he chuckled.

"You probably should," she said, moaning under her breath as her hips started moving again, seeking more friction but prevented to do so because his cock was still behind her, squeezed against her ass. "I just can't control myself around him. I'm afraid I'll keep exposing myself to him."

He couldn't see it from this angle, but from the way her breath kept catching, he was sure her clit was twitching needily inside her panties. The sensation of her beautiful bubble butt grinding against his cock was beyond distracting, and he was afraid she might make him blow his load in his pants if she didn't stop.

"I told you to sit still, Rebecca," he repeated, just barely managing to sound irritable rather than aroused.

"Sorry, daddy," she said, curling her toes with the effort of obeying his command.

"Is that all?"

"No," she admitted, sounding wonderfully ashamed of herself. "I... I also wanted him to touch me."

"Where did you want him to touch you?"

"I'll show you," she said, putting her right hand over his and leading it up to cup her breast. "Here," she said, her remorseful tone undercut by the moan she wasn't quite able to suppress. She squeezed his hand a little as if to punctuate.

She seemed to lose her train of thought for a while, just pressing his hand into the yielding softness, trying to make his fingers pinch her nipple. He helpfully did so and was rewarded with a little squeak of pleasure from her, and her hips bucked a couple of times before she managed to stop them.

"What a naughty little girl you've been," his low voice rumbled into her ear, sending another shiver down her spine. He pinched his fingers again, a little harder this time, relishing the sound she made in response.

"That's not the worst part," she said contritely, her voice a little shaky. "I also wanted him to touch me here," she said, leading his hand down between her legs.

She tried to position his hand so it touched her clit, but he deliberately splayed his fingers so he ended up with two on each of her labia, her swollen nub untouched between them. She let out a full-on moan and squirmed again. Her panties were very damp to his touch.

"I-I wanted him to... touch my clitty," she whimpered, trying to get herself in position to make just that happen. He tightened his grip on her with his other arm for a moment, and her motions subsided again.

"Don't worry," he cooed in a reassuring tone, "daddy won't let any nasty old men touch you like that."

A frustrated whine escaped her lips. She really, really wanted this particular nasty old man to touch her exactly like that.

"B-but, daddy - " she complained.

"Shh, baby girl," he whispered, pressing his fingers down and spreading them outwards, parting her labia inside her panties. She gasped, her legs trembling a little - it was so hard to stay still. "No need to be afraid. Daddy will protect you from old men who want to touch your naughty little clitty."

She mewled involuntarily. This so wasn't what she'd planned, but god, it felt good.

"D-daddy, please," she moaned, her act slipping in the face of her building arousal. "P-please touch my clitty, please! J-just - "

"Be quiet, Rebecca," he warned, flexing his fingers outwards again and making her moan even louder, "your mouth is getting dirty again."

She shut her mouth but couldn't quite stifle her sounds of pleasure. She was getting close. He flexed his fingers again, but she managed not to say anything. Then he did it again, and her control slipped.

"Daddy, daddy, please," she babbled, delirious with need, "p-please touch my clitty! Please, I need to cum!"

"I warned you, Rebecca," he said sternly and clamped his left hand over her mouth. She squirmed with uninhibited pleasure, whining into his palm.

"Now be a good little girl and take your punishment," he said, his voice gentle but firm.

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded frantically as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Shh," he hushed her as he started flexing his fingers slowly inwards and outwards continuously, pressing her labia against the sides of her clit and releasing it again, over and over. Her muffled moans became increasingly urgent as she neared her climax.

She was... oh, god, he was going to make her... yes... yes! She was going to c-

He stopped.

"That's one," he said as she grunted wordlessly, her muscles straining with the burn of the close edging he'd just given her. As she relaxed a little, her breathing slowed down.

"Shh, calm down now," he soothed, "we're not done yet. Here comes two..." he said as he started again. Her legs started trembling.

This time, it only took a handful of squeezes of his fingers before she was right at the edge again. She moaned forcefully into his hand, her hips twitching involuntarily despite her fervent attempts to keep still. She felt that wave cresting again, becoming more and more certain that she'd go over the edge this time... yes... yes... just a little more, and she'd... oh-oh-oh god, she was c-

He stopped again, making her whine and sob in protest and her hips buck a couple of times before she managed to stop them. She'd been edged so many times over the last day that it almost felt like her clit was aching.

He hushed her again, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good girl," he cooed. "You're taking your punishment very well, Rebecca."

"Mmm," she nodded, trying to control her breathing. Her knees felt like rubber.

"Only three left now," he said, making her groan.

He kept his word.

Three more times, he squeezed her pussy lips together around her twitching clit until she hit the edge. Three times, she was so sure he was finally going to let her cum, but all three times, he expertly stopped just before it happened. The last time, it only took a single, slow, sensual squeeze of his fingers to make her gasp needily into his palm, her hips bucking, desperate for release.

As she sobbed after the last one, feeling weak as a kitten, he took his hand away from her mouth.

"All done," he said brightly, patting her thigh. She squirmed again in his lap, feeling half-crazy with arousal.

"B-but, daddy," she pleaded, "I... you can't... I-I need..."

"What?" he asked as if he didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking about.

"I... please, daddy?" she begged, trembling all over. "I need it so bad... just... just a little touch? Please?"

"Where?" he asked, still playing clueless.

"On... on my clitty," she whined, "please, daddy!"

"You want daddy to touch your clitty?"

"Yes!" she practically yelled, her breathing quickening just from thinking about the possibility that he might do it.

He gently took her hands and placed them on her spread thighs. "Keep them there," he instructed, and she nodded vigorously. She ached to feel him rubbing her sensitive nub, and she knew it wouldn't take much at all.

"You want daddy to touch you... like this?" he asked as he placed one unmoving finger lightly on her clit.

"Yes! Oh, god, yesyesyesyes..." she burbled.

He pressed down harder but kept his fingertip absolutely still.

"Oh! Yes! P-please! Keep... k-keep going!" she stammered in a pleading whimper. Her hips started moving again, but he gripped her around the waist tightly with his other arm, holding her firmly in place.

Even with no other stimulation than that firm pressure, Rebecca felt herself sliding towards the edge again. If he'd just keep it up for a few more seconds, she would explode right there on his lap! It was going to be so, so good! Her whole body tensed in expectation, her breathing coming in little ragged gasps until she just held her breath, her mouth agape, waiting for that wonderful rush to hit her like a sledgehammer...

His finger released its pressure and he quickly put his hands over hers, keeping her from giving in to the temptation to touch herself while holding her legs spread as she squirmed uncontrollably. There was a keening sound in her ears, which she realized was coming out of her own mouth.

"Oh," she gasped as her body wriggled, burning with yet another close edge, even worse than the other five he'd already tormented her with. "Oh no," she sobbed, the muscles in her stomach feeling like she'd just done about fifty crunches.

It took her a while to calm down after that one. Well, not so much calm down as accept that she hadn't been allowed to orgasm then either.

John was a little relieved when her movements finally subsided. He'd had to grit his teeth and focus hard to avoid cumming in his pants from his beautiful daughter inadvertently grinding her gorgeous ass against his straining cock.

Rebecca heard him chuckle again as he grabbed her hips and stood her up. He had to get up too and support her to keep her from just slumping to the floor in a boneless puddle. A minute passed before she figured out how her legs worked and she was able to stand on her own.

"Now, be a good girl and get ready for school," he said. She replied with a groan. She didn't want to let go. And she still desperately needed to cum.

"Come on now, or you'll be late," he added with a smile and patted her bottom, giving it a little possessive squeeze that made her moan softly.

She just stood there for a few more seconds, leaning against him as long as she could get away with it, enjoying the blissful feeling of his strong arms around her and the tingling blaze of unfulfilled need inside her.

"Yes, daddy," she finally breathed when she figured she couldn't postpone it any longer, resigned to another day of frustration. But she couldn't help smiling.

*****

Rebecca felt a little more composed after she'd cooled down a little and changed into some more appropriate clothes.

She made damn sure to go with something that wouldn't display the evidence of any sudden arousal to everyone around her. She realized that she'd probably have to get used to that sort of consideration, but it was definitely something she could file under 'nice problems to have'.

Her dad drove her again, which she was grateful for, and promised to pick her up after school. By unspoken agreement, they parked a short distance from the gates, out of immediate view from inside the school grounds, so they could have a halfway proper kiss goodbye away from prying eyes.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth against hers, letting out a soft sigh as she parted her lips just enough to let the tip of her tongue discreetly tickle against his.

As they both drew back, they shared a knowing smile.

"I love you, daddy," she said, and gave him another quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you too, baby girl," he returned as she got out of the car and headed for the gates.

This time, he leaned back and let himself enjoy the view of her receding rear aspect as she walked away, her hips swaying seductively for his benefit. Damn, he thought as the sight made his cock stir yet again, that's one pretty girl right there.

*****

It was pretty cold outside, and while the rain had eased off, there was still an icy drizzle hitching a ride on the brisk wind, so Janie had opted to wait just inside the main entrance.

As Rebecca entered, her friend had her back to her, idly poking at her phone. She smiled and snuck up behind her.

She grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a hug from behind, lifting her from the ground. Janie squealed and kicked her feet.

"Hey there," Rebecca said into her ear.

"Oh, it's jest yiu," Janie giggled, trying to sound disappointed. "An' here I thought ya were a rapist or sumthin'."

"Yeah, you wish," Rebecca laughed.

"Girl's gotta git 'er rocks off sumhaow," Janie replied.

Rebecca put her friend down and she turned around to give her a proper hug.

"Still horny?" Janie whispered conspiratorially into her ear.

"Yup," Rebecca chuckled, but in a much different tone than yesterday's frustrated annoyance. Her blonde friend picked up on it instantly.

"Sumthin's dif'rent," Janie said, pulling back and narrowing her eyes to look at her suspiciously.

"Yes," Rebecca admitted, but left it at that for now. She hadn't actually planned on telling her friend anything at all, but she felt a little stupid that she hadn't counted on her sharp eyes and even sharper wits to recognize that something had happened. Especially something this world-changing.

"But still no, ya know..." Janie started in a low and discreet tone, before she practically yelled out an exaggeratedly orgasmic moan to illustrate what she meant with her question, making heads turn in their direction and causing her friend to blush at the unwanted attention.

"No," Rebecca laughed, keeping her voice down. "Still none of that."

"Well, seein' as haow ya look like ya jest had the brains fucked aout o' ya," Janie pointed out, this time low enough for no one else to overhear, "I'd say that's anuther expl'nation ya owe me."

"I guess so," Rebecca conceded, thinking hard about how much she could tell her friend. "But not here."

"Okay then," Janie said, obviously aware that her friend was hiding something, but instinctively happy for her. "We kin talk 'baout it later."

"Sure thing," Rebecca said, and then she was reminded of something. "Oh, about later..."

"Yer nawt goin' ta cancel on me naow, are ya?" Janie furrowed her brows.

"No, no, we're still on," Rebecca assured her, "I was just thinking if you might be up for a little shopping trip first?"

"Well, why the hell nawt?" she agreed brightly. "We shoppin' fer firearms or drugs this time?"

Rebecca's eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Underwear."

"Yer on, girlfriend," Janie grinned, clearly excited at the prospect of goading her friend into buying more stuff that wouldn't look out of place on a porn movie set.

*****

The school day was pretty uneventful - they turned in the math homework Rebecca had distracted herself with a couple of days before, and the other scheduled lessons proceeded to drag on after that, seeming to take forever because she couldn't wait for the extracurricular activities she had planned for later. But she managed not to get carried away, staying on the straight and narrow even when given a few solid opportunities to misbehave.

Of course, Janie didn't miss a single opportunity to tease her for being a prep school daddy's girl.

After what seemed like a week's worth of boring-ass lectures on this and that, it was finally over, and the respite of the weekend loomed ahead, welcome as a piping hot drink by a roaring fireplace after a winter trek through the Alaskan wilderness.

Rebecca hugged Janie goodbye for now. The athletic blonde always spent an hour or two at the gym after classes on Friday - as if she needed it - and she said that she'd borrow her brother's beat-up hulk of a car afterwards and call ahead when she was ready to pick up Rebecca from her house.

As she spotted her father's car pulling into the lot, she felt a renewed tingle of arousal and thought that she might be able to come up with an idea or two about how to pass the time until then.

"Hi daddy," she said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek - she'd have preferred to stick her tongue into his mouth, but there were a bunch of other students around the lot, so she didn't dare risk it. "Missed you."

"Missed you too, baby girl," he smiled, reaching over to give her thigh a little innocent-looking squeeze that had an enticingly possessive quality. It instantly reminded her of this morning and sent tingles straight into her pussy, contributing significantly to the already present dampness of her panties.

As he put the car into gear and pulled away, she opened the front of her jacket and popped the top three buttons of the shirt underneath it as she settled into the passenger seat, revealing an impressive amount of cleavage and earning a raised eyebrow from her father.

"It's just so hot outside," she explained.

He looked pointedly out into the grey and windy autumn chill, where every pedestrian was wrapped in at least three layers of clothing.

"It's below forty degrees," he said, obviously not buying her pathetic excuse for a second, but not complaining either. "It's literally warmer inside our fridge."

"Oh, right," she said breezily. "Then it's probably just because of all these hideously inappropriate thoughts that I keep having. Did I tell you there's this older man - "

"We're going to have a serious conversation when we get home, young lady," he interrupted her, shaking his head in a solid imitation of disapproval.

"I can't wait," his daughter answered with a suggestive smile.

"Oh my god," he murmured with a smile, "I've created a monster."

"Yup," she said proudly, "born and bred."

*****

They chatted about their day during the drive home, although nothing much special had happened to either of them. He hinted vaguely that he'd been out shopping for more than just groceries, although he was less than forthcoming about what he'd actually bought.

"So, when's Janie coming over?" John asked after Rebecca had mentioned her friend.

"After she's sated her gym addiction and wringed the sweat out of her clothes," she answered, making him chuckle. "Usually a couple hours."

He nodded thoughtfully, obviously already thinking about what they might have time for.

"But she'll call ahead, and when she arrives, she'll take me on a little shopping trip," she reassured him.

"Would that be the kind of infamous 'shopping trip with Janie' that you always blame for your most inappropriate outfits?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Exactly that kind," she confirmed with a nod.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"You realize that you'll have to show daddy everything you buy, right?"

"Yes, daddy," she said, managing to sound reluctant while relishing the thought of putting herself on display for him. That's the whole point, she giggled inwardly.

"And that I'll have to punish you for anything that's too indecent?"

"Yes, daddy," she repeated in the same tone, making a mental note to only go for the worst of the worst.

She wondered if they could find a store that had cupless bras like the one she'd dreamed about trying on for him.

*****

When they got home, John told his daughter to change into something comfortable - instantly giving her ideas - and meet him downstairs for that 'serious talk'.

Rebecca almost fell over her legs in her haste to get up the stairs.

Unfortunately, her naughtiest lingerie set wasn't available - although she was happy to notice that her father had washed it today and that it was hanging on the drying rack. There were an inordinate number of panties on that rack, she noted. Totally his fault.

Luckily, she had other options, including the cute and lacy burgundy bralette-and-panties set that she'd selected. It wasn't as skimpy as the other set, but it still didn't leave much to the imagination, and she thought it brought out her curves very nicely. She felt comfortable in that - thank the spirits for central heating - so she went downstairs, eager to see what her daddy had in store for his intractable little girl.

He was sitting on the couch, something running on the TV that she wouldn't be able to remember what was afterwards even if her life had depended on it.

"Hi, daddy," she said to get his attention as she walked in front of him and got down on her knees, making sure to arch her back a little to accentuate her breasts as she folded her hands demurely in her lap.

He raised his eyebrow at her obvious gesture of submission - sighing inwardly at the contrast between her well-behaved little girl demeanor and that voluptuous body which any porn star would kill to have - and the hint of a smile ran across his lips.

"What a pretty and obedient little girl you are," he said approvingly.

"Thank you, daddy," she beamed.

"Almost makes me forget that you've been naughty today," he said. "Almost."

"I have, daddy," she admitted contritely, her cheeks flushing as she looked down. "I just can't help myself."

"Why don't you come here and we'll talk about it?" he invited, patting his thigh.

She got up and made to sit down with her back to him, like she'd been this morning, relishing the opportunity to feel his hard cock pressing against her ass again. She wondered if she could make him cum in his pants if she -

"No," he corrected. "The other way."

She turned around and sat on his lap with one knee on each side of his hips. Though she'd wanted to feel his hard member pressing against her, she had to admit that it felt hot to sit like this. She was very aware that she couldn't close her legs, and that he'd be able to see her girl parts clearly from this angle if - when - everything started twitching and clenching with whatever he had planned for her.

She opened her mouth to start confessing all sorts of imaginary crimes, but he held up a finger to interrupt her.

"First," he said, "give daddy a proper kiss."

Not needing to be told twice, she eagerly leaned forward and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing around each other. When she unconsciously started feeling him up, he broke the kiss and took gentle hold of her wrists, pulling her hands away from his body.

"Don't get carried away now, Rebecca," he said, his voice mock-stern again. "Perhaps you'd better clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there for now."

"Yes, daddy," she said obediently and interlaced her fingers behind her back. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and altogether wonderful. Like he could do whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him - delicious.

"Now, tell daddy what you've done," he said firmly. "And don't leave anything out."

"I can't stop thinking about that nasty old man," she confessed, squirming a little. "I keep imagining him doing all sorts of inappropriate things to me."

"That's very naughty of you, Rebecca," he admonished. "Little girls aren't supposed to think about such things, you know."

"I know, daddy. I've been a bad girl again," she said remorsefully, trying to get her hips to stop twitching with only marginal success.

"Sit still, Rebecca."

"Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy. I'm trying. It's hard," she said, breathing deeply to try and calm herself a little. She kept wanting him to touch her again, and those strong and incredibly skilled hands were right there! If only he'd -

"You're getting distracted again, young lady," he said, once again pulling her back to reality.

"Sorry, daddy."

"Let's see if we can focus your attention a little, then," he said, and put his hands on her bare legs near her knees. He began running them ever-so-slowly upwards, his thumbs tickling along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped.

"Does this help?"

"Y-yes, daddy," she lied, closing her eyes. "I-I'm very focused now," she murmured dreamily.

"I can tell," he chuckled, clearly unconvinced. "Now, let's hear what naughty thoughts you've been having."

"Um," she began, her breathing a little unsteady, "about that old man..."

"Yes?" his hands were reaching her mid-thighs, and his feather-light thumbs were sending electric shocks straight into her core. She felt her clit twitch, and her pussy clenched a little, and she knew he could see it.

"I-I've been imagining him - oh!" she exclaimed as his left thumb brushed across a particularly sensitive spot.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice dripping with fake concern. God, he knew how to tease her!

"No!" she practically yelled. "I-I mean no," she tried again in a more normal tone of voice, "it... it really helps me focus. R-really."

"Right," he said, not believing a word of it, but thankfully continuing. "Go on," he prompted her. "What did you imagine that old man doing to you?"

She sucked in a deep breath and tried to make her brain work despite the yummy sensation tickling along her inner thighs.

"I, um... I keep picturing him touching me. And then, um... spanking me," she added, blushing a little.

"Spanking you? That's very, very naughty of you, Rebecca," he chided. "But first things first. Where is he touching you?"

"My clitty," she admitted, her voice low, sounding suitably ashamed but feeling about ready to explode already.

"Your naughty little clitty again?" he said, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Yesss..." she slurred. She was swaying slightly, her head back, losing herself in the pleasure of his touch.

"And have you told your naughty little clitty that it's not supposed to be touched by nasty old men?"

"Yes," she said distractedly, "but it's not lis- oooooh..." her sentence broke off as his hands reached the top of her legs, his thumbs brushing against the cleft on the inside of her thighs, right next to her panty-covered pussy. She was soaking wet now, and her breathing was getting ragged.

"It's not listening, huh?" he asked as she let out a long, contented sigh.

"Naah," she breathed, her excitement wreaking havoc on her ability to enunciate properly.

"You know that I'll have to punish you for that, Rebecca," he said briskly, inching his thumbs further in, right to the edge of her panties, injecting just the right amount of determination and regret into his voice. "It's for your own good."

"I-I kno - oh!" she gasped, trying desperately to make her hips stop dancing.

"Are you ready to take your punishment?"

"H-how many?" she asked, opening her eyes to look at him, appearing a little worried.

"You'll find out, won't you?"

"Y-yes, dadd- OOH!" she practically squealed as she felt his thumbs slip underneath her panties. He was still only touching her labia, but the sensation was just so incredibly delicious after days and days with no release. He pressed a little more firmly, each thumb rubbing one of her pussy lips in small, slow circular motions.

"Oh, daddy, that's - " she began, but he cut her off.

"Be quiet while I punish you, Rebecca," he warned.

She opened her mouth, but her addled brain narrowly managed to stop her from answering verbally, and she just nodded obediently instead.

"Good girl," he said, making her smile blissfully as her eyes closed again. "Now, here we go..."

Just like that morning, he didn't touch her most sensitive spots directly, instead using her labia to squeeze against her clit, again and again. But the sensation was much more acute now, with no fabric to deaden his touch, and her awareness that he was looking at her pussy as he did it, that he could clearly see every little twitch he was causing. It took an effort just to keep her mouth shut.

With each cycle of his movements, Rebecca felt herself being pushed a little further towards the edge, until it felt like she had to hold on for dear life not to fall off. Her stifled moans became insistent and she opened her eyes, looking pleadingly at him and shaking her head, trying to let him know that she was just about to... oh, oh, g-

He released the pressure as she groaned and whimpered, her pussy clenching as she forcibly hauled herself back from the edge. He felt her legs vice around his hips as she involuntarily tried to close her thighs.

"That was one," he smiled. "And here comes two..."

He kept going for what felt like hours, although she knew it had to be a lot less than that. Each time, it took less to bring her to the point where she just dangled over the precipice, and it felt like he kept her hanging there for longer and longer.

He continually changed his motions, circling one way, then the other, faster, then slower, varying his pressure so she wouldn't get used to it. And all the while, he kept praising her for keeping her mouth shut, telling her what a good girl she was - she began to suspect that he'd be able to talk her to an orgasm without even touching her.

She tried to keep track of how many times he edged her, but she lost count somewhere after seven.

At the end, she was almost constantly right on the edge of that tantalizingly glorious climax, with only small breaks to let her cool down the tiniest bit. And then he'd press his thumbs down again, sending her almost instantly back to the all-encompassing rapture of that not-quite-orgasm.

It was torture, but she loved it.

When he finally drew his hands back, his thumbs slipping out from under her panties, slick with her juices, it felt like she was still hanging by a thread.

"And that's twelve," he said. "You're such a good girl, Rebecca. I'm proud of you."

She opened her mouth to thank him for her punishment when he unexpectedly used his forefinger to give her clit a little flick. It wasn't hard, but he hadn't touched her nub directly at all during the whole session. The intensity of the sensation made her yelp and then make a series of hiccupping sounds as her belly muscles tightened in yet another edge that very nearly turned into a ruin.

"Liked that, did you?" he chuckled, stroking her thighs as he enjoyed the view of her squirming body. She nodded eagerly, her eyes still screwed shut in concentration. That had felt really good. She wanted him to do it again, to slap her pussy hard and make her cum like that - but of course he didn't.

"Daddy will have to remember that your naughty little clitty likes it rough," he said, moving his hands to her ass and giving it a little squeeze. She nodded again, trying to gather her wits.

"Th... tha... thank you d-daddy," she finally managed to breathe, feeling out of her mind with lust. Her nipples were so hard it felt like they hurt a little. She'd never wanted to cum so badly as she did right then, but it seemed their session was done, so she'd just have to keep hoping.

She tried futilely to get up, although her shaky legs probably wouldn't be able to support her yet - but his hands gripped her waist and held her in place.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" he said sternly. "I'm not done with you yet."

She tried to say something, but all that came out was a wordless groan with the hint of a question mark at the end. Effortlessly interpreting her nonverbal communication, he went on as if she'd actually managed to speak.

"You're forgetting the last thing you mentioned," he said to her.

She managed to open her eyes and blink questioningly at him, momentarily prevented from remembering much of anything by the monumental level of arousal coursing through her.

"You said you imagined that nasty old man spanking you," he reminded her. "That's a very inappropriate thought for a little girl to have. You've been a bad girl, Rebecca."

It took her a second to divine his intentions. It sent a surge of renewed arousal through her when she realized what he planned, mixed with trepidation that she'd probably go over the edge and end up with yet another ruined orgasm.

Which he, of course, knew very well.

"You're worried that you might cum from it?" he said, sympathy evident in his voice.

"Y-yesss," she whined.

"And if you do, that it'll just be another frustrating ruin?" he cooed, his voice full of compassion.

She nodded mutely, her eyes pleading for mercy.

"Don't worry about that, baby girl," he said warmly, smiling at her, stroking her hair gently. "If that happens..."

Again, he left her hanging just long enough for her to start hoping that he'd let her have an actual, nice, thorough, honest-to-god orgasm.

"... it's a good thing that daddy brought a towel in case it makes you squirt again," he said brightly.

She groaned and curled her toes as the perverse pleasure she got from hearing him talk about ruining her yet again almost brought her back to the edge.

"Now, let's get those panties off you and get you over my knee," he said, patting her hip.

Her legs were still so weak, he had to help her remove her thoroughly soaked underwear and assume the position. She also noted that he put down the towel between her legs in expectation of ruining her once more. It made her feel gorgeously depraved that she could hardly wait to feel that wonderful agony again.

"Ready?" he asked as he pressed one hand down on her lower back to hold her in place.

She nodded, bracing herself for -

The first slap came almost immediately, catching her by surprise and making her yelp. The sting felt delicious, and the vibrations tickled her wet folds, pushing her towards the edge.

"One," he counted calmly, after the fact. She whimpered a little.

"Two," he said, simultaneously bringing his palm down on her other ass-cheek, making her cry out again.

"Three," he said, after a much shorter pause than between the first two strikes.

Oh god, she thought, oh god, oh god, it's going to happen again...

"Four."

She gasped for air, trying to force herself back from the edge, but it was so very -

"Five."

The vibrations of that one seemed to somehow go deeper than the other ones, the sting adding to the previous ones, and it was too much for her. Much too much. She let out a keening wail as she felt herself tumbling -

"Six."

That did it. She felt her pussy clenching maniacally on empty air, and her hips bucked mindlessly, as if trying to entice anyone nearby to have mercy on her and fuck a proper orgasm out of her, to bring her to a real -

"Seven."

It was as if the sting of his palms against her sensitive flesh prolonged the torment. It wasn't enough to make her actually cum, but it was more than enough to -

"Eight."

... to somehow keep the almost painful ruin going for much longer than it should have. She whimpered and sobbed as her inner walls kept vicing down on nothing, and -

"Nine."

... she felt the now familiar gush of heat between her legs, followed by a hot dripping down the inside of her thighs. It was excruciating, like torture, but also the most intense -

"Ten."

She let out a screeching wail as all the muscles in her abdomen kept contracting, until... until... until it just slowly dwindled, providing no release but leaving a burning ache inside her as her oversensitive pussy kept twitching. She went limp, sobbing quietly.

She realized her punishment was done as her daddy gently patted her bottom and gave it a little squeeze.

"All done," he said cheerfully as he helped her to sit up. "And what do we say?" he prompted.

"Um... thank you, daddy," she panted. "That was just... amazing," she added, slipping out of character again.

"You're welcome, baby girl," he smiled at her. She couldn't help smiling back.

*****

After her punishment, Rebecca melted into his arms, and they sat for a while on the couch, just cuddling without speaking. She always felt so safe in her daddy's arms, and the new developments in their relationship - as well as the fact that she was naked from the waist down, her thighs dripping with her own juices - had done nothing to change that.

When she'd gathered her wits a bit, she noticed that the bulge in his pants didn't seem to be going away.

She slowly reached down and put her hand on his upper thigh, right next to his straining cock. She licked her lips and looked up into his eyes, looking for any sign of disapproval.

When she didn't see anything of the sort, she tentatively moved her hand over to give him a gentle squeeze. She felt his body go rigid for a second, but she also detected a moan under his breath. He didn't try to remove her hand, which she took as an encouraging sign.

"You can't go around with that thing all hard like that," she smiled. "You might put someone's eye out or something. It's a safety hazard," she reasoned.

He chuckled, evidently a little unsure about the situation, but also very clearly aroused by her touch.

"Besides," she added, "what kind of daughter would leave her sweet daddy unsatisfied like this?"

He chuckled at that, and although he kept moaning softly under his breath as she kept squeezing him through his pants, he still seemed reluctant to let her go any further. She gathered her courage.

"I... I want to make you cum, daddy," she said, biting her lip and looking hopefully at him. She hadn't phrased it as a question, but it was. "Can I? Please?"

He felt himself harden even more at her words. He wanted her to - oh sweet jesus fucking christ on a crutch, how he wanted her to - but something held him back, even though he also realized it seemed a little silly, given what they'd just done.

But it still felt like crossing a line, somehow. Everything he'd done to her so far had all been because she wanted it, needed it - it had been for her sake. Having her do this felt a lot like he was taking advantage of his precious and horny little girl, and that gave him pause. Even though he was pretty sure she wanted to do it, he was still afraid that she was spurred on by his keeping her in suspense, and that it'd somehow end up hurting her.

"Rebecca, I'm not sure - " he started, almost apologetically.

"I know, daddy," she smiled, looking into his eyes. She considerately stopped squeezing him and removed her hand for a moment to let him think more clearly, instantly making him love her even more. "I know. You're afraid that you're exploiting me, that you're taking advantage of the state I'm in right now, and that I'll regret doing it later on."

"Well, yes," he murmured, surprised at how well she could read him. "But - "

"And you know what, daddy?" she asked, looking at him adoringly.

"What?" he asked.

"It just makes me love you even more, knowing you think like that," she said, giving him a little kiss. "And that just makes me want to do it even more. You could never hurt me, daddy."

He was speechless. How he managed to help create such a wonderful and stunningly beautiful young woman, he had no idea. How he deserved her, he'd never know. The only reply he could think of was to kiss her back.

"I love you, Rebecca," he whispered to her, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you, daddy," she said, kissing him on the nose.

She wanted to straddle him right then and there, pull her panties aside and ride him until he came inside her - but she could tell that it would be a bit much for him at that point. Which just made her fall in love with him all over again. But she wouldn't press him into that. Yet.

She'd have to go for something more low-key, she decided.

"Maybe... I could give you a handjob?" she asked tentatively, her voice hopeful. "If... if you want? Or I could - "

He just smiled and nodded.

"Really?" she asked with a smile that seemed to brighten the entire room.

"A handjob would be nice," he nodded, chuckling at her eagerness.

She could feel him relax as she fumbled with his belt and his zipper for a moment with trembling fingers. Then she figured it out and opened his pants, but she had more difficulty with his boxers.

"A little help," she smiled sheepishly. He chuckled and lifted himself up a couple of inches, letting her pull them down. She gasped as his cock whipped out, hard and ready for her.

She smiled mischievously at him as she gently wrapped her fingers around his length. It felt warm and soft and hard and just plain amazing in her hand. He let out a moan as she began stroking him slowly, and she felt herself get wet again. She felt his hand stroking her back, sliding down to cup her ass.

She'd been dreaming about doing this for a long time, and it felt even better than she'd imagined. She just hoped he'd like it half as much as she did.

She became aware that she was getting very excited just sitting there, stroking her daddy's hard cock, and he noticed too.

"Do you want me to touch you too, baby girl?" he offered.

"Yes, please," she said. "Just... just promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Don't let me cum," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said with conviction. "I want to keep being a good girl for you, daddy."

She sighed as she felt his big, strong daddy hand slide down between her thighs. He started rubbing her clit ever so gently, and she spread her legs and increased her pace a little, relishing the groan of pleasure that drew out of him.

"I'm not going to last very long," he said, a little apologetically, feeling strangely like a teenage boy having a girl touch his cock for the first time.

"Good," she said, suppressing a moan, feeling elated that she was apparently doing something right, "neither am I."

Feeling him get ever closer just added to her own arousal, and she began to be a little afraid that she'd go over the edge before he did.

"C-careful, daddy," she warned, her ragged breathing telling him in no uncertain terms what she meant. He decreased his pace instantly, rubbing her more and more slowly as her hand moved faster along his shaft. Just feeling her like this, the knowledge that he was close to making her cum, rocketed him towards his own climax.

"I'm getting close, sweetie," he told her. She could feel it herself - his cock hardened even more in her hand. She started whimpering softly under her breath as the sensation brought her closer in turn.

"Do you want another ruin, baby girl?" he asked her breathlessly.

"Yes, please," she moaned. He kept his pace slow, but he pressed harder down on her clit. She was panting now. She wouldn't last more than a few seconds like this.

"D-daddy, please, I-I'm... I'm going to..." she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Me too, baby girl," he groaned.

The knowledge that she was doing this to him, that she was causing him all this pleasure, was too much for her to handle.

"Daddyyy!" she exclaimed, and he dutifully removed his fingers from her clit and splayed his fingers around her entrance as she went over the edge, her empty pussy clenching down hard on thin air.

The feeling of his daughter's sex twitching under his hand as she ruined yet again was incredible, and as she involuntarily tightened her grip on his cock, he tumbled off the precipice as well.

"Rebecca!" he moaned, his voice straining with his impending climax as she felt his cock spasm in her hand.

He's going to get it everywhere, she suddenly realized. Inspired by all the porn she'd been watching over the years, she impulsively bent down to catch it in her mouth, and she almost made it. The first hot spurt hit her across her cheek and lips before she managed to suck the tip into her mouth, her hand keeping up the pace along the rest of his length. No ruined orgasms for daddy, she thought. She wanted - no, needed - to feel that she'd thoroughly and fully satisfied him.

The second spurt was what she'd really remember. It splashed across her tongue and hit the roof of her mouth, and she got her first taste of a man's cum. It was gooey and salty, a bit sweet, with an edge of bitterness - but more than the taste, it felt so very good to know that she'd made it happen.

Her pussy kept clenching, her thighs squeezing around his hand. She whimpered, struggling to swallow it all down as he kept ejaculating into her mouth. She kept moving her hand in ever slower strokes, tightening her grip and bobbing her head along with the rhythm of her hand, determined to milk out every last drop.

She kept going until she felt him beginning to soften, only then withdrawing her mouth somewhat reluctantly with a soft pop. When she looked up to ask him if she'd done a good job, he was looking back at her, surprise and amazement etched into his face. She realized that he hadn't expected his young daughter to take his load in her mouth.

"Uh, sorry," she said apologetically, suddenly aware that she hadn't exactly asked him first. "I-I got a little carried away, I just didn't want it to go everywhere... I... I hope you don't mind."

That made him laugh. It wasn't every day a gorgeous girl apologized to him for making him cum in her mouth.

"Don't worry, baby girl," he chuckled. "It was unexpected, but I don't mind at all. And I fully applaud your quick thinking," he added, laughing again.

She couldn't help joining in, her hand still wrapped around his cock. It was a while before they subsided into a comfortable silence. He reached up to her face and wiped off the smear of his own cum from his daughter's face.

"You didn't get it all," he explained, holding up two fingers to show her.

She leaned forward and sucked his fingers clean before swallowing again.

"Yes I did," she corrected, very pleased with herself.

They laughed again, and then they lost themselves in another deep, passionate kiss.

"You can cum in my mouth anytime you want, daddy," she said afterwards. "Just tell me to get down on my knees whenever you feel like releasing some pressure."

"I'll keep that in mind, baby girl," he said, smiling mischievously.

*****

Rebecca and her dad had just extricated themselves from each other and done a little quick cleanup when her phone chirped with a message from Janie. She was done working out, and she'd just hit the shower real quick and then come pick her up for the agreed shopping trip. In about half an hour, give or take.

As always, Rebecca was a little surprised that her friend's texts weren't somehow written in a Southern drawl as well. She replied with a smiley face.

She had an idea.

"Daddy, can Janie sleep over tonight?" she asked in that pleading tone she'd used whenever she'd wanted something from her father since she was about five years old. It didn't let her down this time either.

"Sure, why not?" he replied from the kitchen, where he was making some early preparations for the dinner he had planned.

Rebecca typed again. Bring your lingerie set if you're up for a sleepover. She then added a winky emote and hit send. She knew Janie would know which one she meant, and it was confirmed a few seconds later by Janie replying with nothing but a smiling devil and three exclamation marks.

She headed upstairs for a quick shower - cold, yet again - and got dressed. She was back down in good time, with a few minutes still to go before her friend arrived.

It occurred to her that her plans for the night left something more she felt she needed to clear with her father.

"Um, daddy?" she started, standing in the doorway, sounding a little uncertain of herself.

"Um, Rebecca?" he replied in a passable imitation of the tone she'd used, making her chuckle.

"I was thinking," she began tentatively.

"You should be really careful about doing that," he advised, his voice completely serious, "it can get you into all sorts of trouble. In my experience, it's best to avoid it altogether."

She just laughed before continuing.

"Well, thing is, Janie's coming over tonight..."

"Yes, I know," he answered, wondering where this was going.

"And, well..." she fidgeted a bit.

"Yes?" he prompted, looking at her now, his eyebrows raised.

"Um," she started, not really knowing how to put it. "Well, I, um... I kind of think that she... that I... um, we..."

Her father kept looking at her, an increasingly amused expression on his face.

"I-think-we-are-going-to-masturbate-together-later-and-I-wanted-to-ask-you-if-that's-okay-I-promise-I-won't-let-myself-cum-or-anything-it's-just-that-we-did-that-once-before-and-we-talked-about-it-in-the-shower-and-she-said-we-should-do-that-again-sometime-and-I-said-yeah-why-not-because-it-was-kinda-fun-the-last-time-and - " she blurted out without any hint of punctuation, the overlong sentence only breaking off as she finally ran out of air.

She found her father laughing quietly.

"So that experiment you told me about a few years back, that was with Janie?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, looking a little deflated.

"I sort of suspected that," he said, "but, given your somewhat limited pool of female company, it wasn't that hard to guess."

"Ssso?" she asked tentatively, realizing he hadn't exactly gotten to the actual point yet.

"It's fine," he assured her. "You're both grownups. You can do whatever you like with her."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart."

"Thanks, daddy," she said and hugged him. "I promise I won't cum, though."

"Just for curiosity's sake," he added after she broke the hug, "how are you going to avoid that?"

"I have a plan," she added, smiling mischievously. "I'm not going to let her cum either."

"Two desperate teenage girls in the house?" he said, his eyes wide with mock exasperation. "And here I was thinking that one was hard enough to manage..."

She couldn't help laughing at that.

"By the way, daddy," she asked curiously after a minute, "on the way home in the car, you sort of hinted that you bought something for me?"

He chuckled secretively.

"I don't want to spoil the surprise," he said, "but I'll say that it's something you've wished for lately, and that your mother would definitely not approve. Call it a belated birthday present."

That just fired up her curiosity even more. She opened her mouth to question him further, but he cut her off.

"And that's all I'll tell you for now," he said firmly.

She was about to ask him anyway when she heard Janie honk the car's horn in the driveway.

*****

"All beefed up and ready to roll?" Rebecca asked with a smile as she scooted into the passenger seat of Janie's borrowed car.

It was an old classic American muscle car of some sort - Janie had told her which model many times, but she kept forgetting - and it would probably have been worth a bunch if it hadn't been for the fact that it looked like shit, its dented and rusty body panels all sorts of different colors. Joe's loving touch kept it driving just fine, though, and she sort of liked the throaty rumble of the big engine.

"Fuck yeah," Janie replied with a wolfish grin. She had one hand on the wheel and looked right at home in the very masculine car. Unlike Rebecca, she was into cars big-time, particularly loud and powerful ones. And she was a good driver too - she'd been driving from her dad's lap since before she could reach the pedals for herself.

"Austin didn't need the car today?" Rebecca asked as they pulled away from the curb with a good deal more acceleration than was strictly necessary.

"Nah," Janie replied, "he's hostin' some sorta git-t'geter fer sum o' the guys from 'is Footbawl team. Honestly glad ta git outta there 'fore it started," she added. "That wannabe Romeo dickhead excuse fer a QB is awl hands an' dodn't have the word 'no' anywhere in his vocab'l'ry."

"Your brothers just let him hit on you like that?" Rebecca asked incredulously. Janie's brothers were notoriously protective of their little sis, even though she hardly needed it - more than once, Rebecca had seen her deck boys twice her own size without breaking a sweat.

"Hell no!" Janie laughed. "They'd prolly tear 'im a new one jest fer glancin' at mah titties. I jest don' feel like havin' ta git rid o' any bodies right naow. Mah wood chipper needs fixin', an' it's a helluva hassle ta chop up a corpse by hand," she explained reasonably.

"Lucky for him, I guess," Rebecca laughed.

"Yup. An' for yiu," she added. "It's girls' night aout, baybeeeee!" she hollered and gunned the engine, making Rebecca squeal and beg her to go easy on the gas pedal.

*****

It turned out that Janie had scouted a new shopping destination, located in an alley a short distance from the main street where most of the town's other clothing stores were concentrated. Judging by the stuff Rebecca could see on display in the windows as they climbed out of their borrowed car, the place seemed to specialize in the naughtier end of the lingerie spectrum.

Perfect, she thought as she eagerly dragged her friend towards the entrance.

"So, whut's com' ov'r yiu?" Janie asked curiously after they got inside and Rebecca had headed straight for the most daring section of the shop without any prompting. She was currently leafing through variations on cupless bras with great interest and obvious intent to buy.

"What do you mean?" she asked absentmindedly.

"I mean I'm usu'lly the one ta drag yiu alaong fer sumthin' like this," she said, "an' naow yer lookin' at sum ser'sly naughty stuff withaout me havin' ta' twist yer arm or nuthin'. Sumthin's up, girlfriend. I kin tell."

Rebecca paused, unsure of how little she could get away with telling her friend. To be honest, she wanted to spill her guts and tell Janie everything. It would feel so good to share her joy at this new development in her life, but she also knew that she could get her dad and herself into some very serious trouble if it ever got out what they were doing with each other behind closed doors.

"Yer editin'," Janie said in a sing-song voice, studying a pair of string panties that definitely followed the 'less is more' maxim. She looked at her friend with narrow, clever eyes, the wheels clearly turning. "Yer obv'sly thinkin' more 'bout whut nawt ta say than 'bout whut ta say. Makes ya think, dodn't it."

"Nawt here," she said an instant before Rebecca could utter the words for herself.

"Yeah," Rebecca added apologetically, biting her lip nervously. She didn't like to keep secrets from her friend. She had an almost begging look in her eyes, fervently hoping that Janie would understand her reluctance without actually knowing why she couldn't say much.

And, to her surprise, she did. Rebecca had no idea how or why, but the look in her friend's eyes told her that - somehow - she did get it, and that she wouldn't press her further right now.

"I love you so much, you redneck trailer trash," Rebecca said and hugged her friend tightly, breathing in the fruity smell of her shampoo.

"Yer nawt tew bad either, city girl," Janie chuckled. "Naow, are ya goin' ta buy that titty shelf ya got there or whut? I faound sum nice panties ta go with those," she added, holding up the barely-there pair she'd been examining.

Rebecca giggled and grabbed her friend by the hand, heading to the back of the store to try it on.

*****

They each ended up buying several sets of skimpy lingerie, and for a change, it was Rebecca who goaded Janie on, convincing her to get a cupless bra for herself too.

Janie had remarked that she didn't have as much to put on display in that department as her curvier friend, but Rebecca had insisted that she'd look great in it, and she'd finally given in.

On the way to the register, Rebecca grabbed a pair of fishnet stockings too - 'hooker socks' in Janie's parlance - to her friend's amusement. She also eyed a tight and stretchy pink top with the text 'I ♥ DADDY' across the chest, and although she really wanted to, she thought it'd be a little too much of a dead giveaway to buy it, so she reluctantly had to pass on that.

As they exited, shopping bags in hand, Janie suddenly thought of something and passed her the keys to the car.

"Forgot sumthin'. I'll jest be a minnit," she said casually. "Why don'cha wait inna car?"

"Sure," Rebecca said, distracted by the anticipation of showing her dad all her exciting new acquisitions.

Janie came back out of the shop not a minute later and climbed in behind the wheel after stashing her own new clothes in the trunk next to Rebecca's. Then she slid into the driver's seat, turned the key, and revved the engine unnecessarily while grinning like a maniac, making Rebecca laugh.

Janie whooped as she put the car into gear and did a screeching U-turn.

"Janie!" Rebecca chided. "Are you trying to get us arrested?"

"Jest havin' a li'l fun, 's all," Janie returned, but she toned down her getaway-style driving a lot after that. "'Sides, I'm sure a pair o' purty young gals like us'd be able ta wriggle aout o' any legal trouble... sumhaow," she added, wagging her eyebrows suggestively at her friend.

"You're incorrigible," Rebecca grinned, shaking her head.

"Damn straight. Wheeee!" Janie whooped, making the engine roar once again, but keeping it legal for now.

*****

John was done with his preparations for the evening meal - now he'd be able to get everything done in about fifteen minutes - and was relaxing, reading in the living room, when he heard the guttural rumble of Janie's brother's car in the street.

As he put his book down, glasses folded on top, the sound subsided and was replaced a moment later by the much higher-pitched sound of the two girls giggling and chatting as they retrieved the day's haul from the trunk.

He went into the hallway and opened the front door for them. Both girls had logo-emblazoned shopping bags swinging from their hands, and Janie had a threadbare sports bag slung over her shoulder, presumably containing what she needed to spend the night.

"Hi, daddy!" Rebecca yelled as soon as she saw him, before running the last couple of steps to hug him and give him a big sloppy kiss on the lips. She showed enough restraint to refrain from using her tongue, though, for which he was grateful. Well, sort of, anyway.

"Hi, pumpkin," he said as she passed by him to enter the house.

Janie was standing right behind her, leaning forward with her lips puckered and her eyes closed, seemingly angling for a kiss too. John chuckled, gently grabbed her chin, and turned it to give her a peck on the cheek instead.

"Hi, Janie," he said afterwards.

Janie opened one eye and looked sidelong at him, grinning.

"Can't blame a girl fer tryin'," she murmured, shrugging. "Hi, Mr. Fairchild," she smiled warmly, and placed a peck on his cheek in return. Then she looked thoughtful. "I wuz thinkin'," she began, "if I start aout with mah cheek turned, will I finally git one on mah lips?"

He just laughed, shaking his head. His daughter's friend had been doing her inappropriately flirtatious routine for years, and he was used to it by now.

"'Cuz I get a li'l more jealous each time I have ta watch mah homegirl smoochin' with ya," she continued as she went inside, "jest sayin'."

"And which one of us are you jealous of?" he teased as he closed the door behind her.

"A li'l bit o' both," she said casually, making him chuckle again. "I'm game fer a threeway if y'all wanna give it a try - "

"Hands off my daddy, you skank," Rebecca interrupted in a long-suffering tone from halfway up the stairs. "I'm not in the market for a step mom."

"Oh, okay," Janie conceded with a sigh, "don' git yer panties in a bunch." "I'll leave mah number," she added to John in an exaggeratedly loud whisper which his daughter could hear clearly. Rebecca smiled and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

Janie winked at him suggestively as she went up the stairs, holding her hand up to her ear with her thumb and pinkie finger extended to imitate a phone and mouthing call me before Rebecca took a few steps down and grabbed her wrist to physically drag her the rest of the way up to her room.

"Whut? He's tot'ly hawt, I told ya..." he heard Janie complain to his daughter as their voices faded.

John shook his head again. That blonde was a handful.

"You girls have fun," he called after them.

"We will, daddy," Rebecca called back, overlaid with some hideously inappropriate comment from Janie that he couldn't quite make out, but which made his daughter laugh.

Chuckling quietly to himself, John retired to the living room and picked up his book, enjoying the muffled background sound of the two girls upstairs.

He couldn't make out any words, but after a while, it sounded like there was a lot of giggling involved in whatever it was they were doing up there.

*****

"Com' on, I wanna see that titty shelf in action," Janie said eagerly as she stood there, half undressed.

"You got one too," Rebecca reminded her, reaching back to unclasp the conservative cotton bra she'd been wearing until then. "We can try them on together."

"'Right, then," Janie agreed, pulling the sports bra she most often wore over her head.

"You know, you have really pretty tits," Rebecca commented, pausing to look as Janie's small but perky breasts were revealed. Janie smiled, wiggling her chest.

"Those cannonballs o' yers ain't tew bad either," Janie commented, nodding at her friend's ample bosom. "Ya dyke," she added quietly, making Rebecca laugh again.

Inspired by her friend's display, Rebecca also gave her breasts a shake.

"Showoff," Janie commented. "And yer still a dyke," she repeated.

"You're the one who got me to masturbate in front of you!" Rebecca protested as she stuck her arms through the straps.

"Under the covers," Janie returned, a little defensively, gesturing vaguely with her own naughty bra.

"Which you then suggested we take off," Rebecca pointed out, laughing.

"Well, ya jest look so ador'ble when yer all hot 'n' randy," Janie cooed, fiddling with the clasp.

"Now who's a dyke," Rebecca chuckled, tugging at her breasts to make them sit just right.

"Mebbe jest a li'l," Janie conceded with a smile, looking appraisingly down at her own chest. "But don'cha go getting' any ideas naow."

Rebecca looked at herself in the full-length mirror, turning side-on, and then back to face the mirror. She nodded, satisfied with how she looked, and then turned towards Janie.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Janie looked up and smiled.

"Well, I tell ya, if I wuz a boy, I'd jest wanna squeeze my big ol' cock right in 'tween those babies and make ya a pearl necklace," she commented, eliciting a giggle from her friend.

"Pearl necklace?" Rebecca asked, furrowing her brows.

"Blow mah load while yer on yer back, givin' me a tittyfuck," she explained eagerly, "an' then it kinder runs 'round yer neck, lookin' like a -"

"A pearl necklace," Rebecca finished for her, nodding in understanding.

"Yer sure yer not a virgin?" Janie teased.

"Kind of depends on your definition, I guess," Rebecca murmured, smiling bashfully.

"Did ya ever git a cock stuck up yer pussy?" Janie asked.

"As you well know, yes," Rebecca said. "For all of five seconds," she added, sounding a little disappointed, "before the guy emptied his balls into his condom. Wasn't good for much after that."

"It's nawt easy bein' hot as hell," Jane laughed. "Ya should've kept goin', though."

"He went limp," Rebecca pointed out.

"That's jest 'cuz ya didn't work at it," Janie said. "Happ'n'd ta me once, and I jest roll'd ov'r on top o' the guy an' kept fuckin' 'im. Ain't no way I's gonna let 'im off that easy."

"Did that work?" Rebecca giggled.

"Sure," Janie said. "Well, he did sum squealin' fer a bit at furst, but I got 'im goin' agin."

"Was he a good fuck after that?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"Nawt really," Janie laughed, "ta be honest, it wuz more ova princ'ple thang."

Rebecca shook her head, laughing.

"So?" Janie prompted, sticking out her chest pointedly, finally done fiddling with her own bra.

"I love it," Rebecca smiled approvingly. "It really brings out your... eyes," she said, getting a snort out of her friend.

After that, Janie insisted that Rebecca also try on the very revealing panties she'd picked out for her at the store.

"Admit it, you just want to get me naked," Rebecca teased.

"If it makes ya feel any better, I'll take off mine tew," Janie offered, hooking her thumbs into her waistband and pulling them down a couple of inches, just enough to reveal that she still kept her pussy shaved bare. "An' also, yes," she admitted after a short pause.

"Okay," Rebecca giggled, her cheeks flushing as she started wriggling out of her own undies as Janie stepped out of hers.

When they were both naked except for the not-quite-bras they were both wearing, Rebecca looked around for the panties she was supposed to try on, but she couldn't find them. When she finally looked up to ask her friend if she'd seen them, she saw that Janie was twirling them around her finger, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Give me those," Rebecca said, reaching out for them. Janie snatched them back.

"Say please," Janie said. Rebecca tried grabbing them again, but she wasn't fast enough.

"Dew that agin," Janie encouraged her with a smirk, "makes that purty porny body o' yers jiggle like Jell-O."

"Thanks for that flattering comparison," Rebecca said sarcastically.

"Whut? I hap'n ta like Jell-O," Janie retorted as Rebecca tried and failed to get a hold of her panties once more. "Yeah, jest like that," the blonde commented, making her friend blush self-consciously.

"Give me those," Rebecca giggled again. "Please," she added, deciding that a little politeness wouldn't hurt.

"Say it agin," Janie said, obviously enjoying herself.

"Please give me my panties," Rebecca said, trying to sound annoyed but unable to keep a smile off her face.

"Since ya ask so nicely," Janie said, and threw them at her, forcing her friend into sudden movement to catch them, which made her body jiggle again.

"Mmm, Jell-O," Janie murmured dreamily, making Rebecca laugh again as she stepped into the panties and pulled them up, fiddling with the straps to make them sit right.

"Very nice," Janie nodded as her friend did a model's turn.

There was a knock at the door. Janie looked uncharacteristically panicky for a moment, realizing she was pretty much buck naked. Rebecca smirked, eyeing an opportunity to get back at her friend.

"I forgot to ask when you want to eat dinner," they heard John's muffled voice say outside the door. "Are you girls decent?"

"Totally decent," Rebecca lied smoothly in an innocent voice, looking straight into Janie's eyes, smiling wickedly. "Come right in, daddy!"

The look on Janie's face was utterly priceless. Her cheeks flushed red almost instantly, and her green eyes widened in disbelief over what her friend had just done, but the corner of her mouth quirked in a half-smile as if to say touché.

*****

John opened the door, opening his mouth to say something that he'd never again remember what was.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected to see, but what actually showed up beyond the door was definitely not it.

The first thing he noticed was Rebecca, smiling casually at him. The second was that she was not even nearly decent, clad only in a bra that didn't cover much of anything, leaving her beautiful breasts completely visible with just a trace of dark lace at the bottom, along with a pair of panties that seemed to consist of a few feet of black dental floss and nothing else.

He did an involuntary once-and-then-twice-over, and then, flustered, looked elsewhere.

Which is when he spotted Janie, standing with an expression on her face that reminded him of a deer caught in the headlights of a car, wearing a lighter-colored bra in a very similar style as the one adorning his daughter, her small perky breasts on full display. She was completely naked apart from that. His eyes swept involuntarily over the pale skin of her bared form, noting that she apparently shaved her pussy bare. And was it just him, or were her light pink nipples standing out a bit?

He looked back at Rebecca and realized that his mouth was still open. He closed it, trying to think of something appropriate to say. Nothing showed up.

"You mentioned dinner?" Rebecca prompted, sounding like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Uh, yes," he said, trying to jog his brain into gear. "Dinner, yes. Um."

He decided to take a page from his daughter's book and just play it cool.

"I was just wondering when you two ladies wanted to eat?" he asked, congratulating himself on how casual he managed to sound and trying hard to focus on their eyes.

"I'm kind of hungry, actually," Rebecca said thoughtfully, looking at Janie. "What about you?"

"Um," the usually sharp-tongued blonde said. "I, um... I... dinner, um... food, yes," she choked out, obviously trying to reboot her brain. "Dinner... would be... nice," she finally managed, smiling at him, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. She was apparently still to stunned to consider covering herself, which he had to admit was an added bonus.

"Alright, then," he said casually, flashing them a smile that was as avuncular as he could manage, and hoping to high heavens that they wouldn't notice the suddenly growing bulge in his pants - or at least that Janie wouldn't. "It'll be ready in about fifteen minutes," he said as he retreated out the door.

"Great! We'll be right down," Rebecca called after him.

He leaned against the wall for a minute after he'd closed the door, shaking his head in disbelief. Finally, he grinned to himself.

Rebecca was so going to get it for this.

*****

"I can't believe ya jest did that!" Janie exclaimed, her voice several octaves higher than usual, but unable to keep an excited giggle down as she looked urgently around for some panties to put on, just in case her friend decided to pull another stunt like that.

"Did what?" Rebecca asked innocently. "I was just talking to my daddy about dinner."

Janie laughed incredulously. Rebecca couldn't help noticing that her friend seemed more than a little aroused - her nipples stood straight out from her chest, and a tell-tale pinkish hue, which she still remembered vividly from that sleepover a few years back, had crept into the otherwise pale skin around her slit.

"Yer alw's pretendin' to be such a nice li'l daddy's girl," Janie giggled, "but I'm on ta ya naow. It's all jest pretend. Yer a total slut!"

Rebecca just shrugged noncommittally, smiling sweetly.

"I'm so proud o' ya," Janie said, deliberately sounding very emotional, making her friend burst out laughing.

"Well," Rebecca sighed, "us hopeless sluts have to stick together, don't we?"

Janie chuckled.

"You liked that, by the way," Rebecca observed. It wasn't a question.

Janie opened her mouth to say something.

"Don't try to deny it," Rebecca said. "Remember, I also know what you look like when you're horny. And I'm looking at it right now," she added, looking her friend up and down.

"Yeah, okay," Janie admitted, blushing a little, "guilty as charged. That wuz kinder hawt." "Still can't believe ya did that, though," she repeated with another laugh. "Sumthin's def'n't'ly up with ya," she said, looking pointedly at Rebecca with those piercing and clever green eyes. "An' I think I have an inklin'," she added quietly after a moment.

"You do?" Rebecca asked a little too quickly, suddenly feeling a little worried.

"Yup," Janie said with a smirk. "That wadn't the first time ya did that in front o' yer daddy, girlfriend," she added, and that wasn't a question either.

Rebecca felt a surge of panic. She suddenly felt stupid for doing what she'd just done. Of course, her sharp friend could tell that she'd done it before! It felt like she'd had a sudden infusion of ice water in her veins, and all sorts of nightmare scenarios rushed through her mind... exposed, shunned... prison sentences, never being able to see her daddy again...

"Hey," Janie said, seeing her friend seize up, her voice unusually soft, and stepped over to give her arm a reassuring squeeze. "Ya got nuthin' ta worry 'baout from me," she added emphatically. "Nuthin', ya hear me?"

Rebecca looked into her friend's honest eyes and saw nothing there except love and acceptance. She somehow knew that Janie had put two and two together and had figured it out, at least on a basic level - but she also instantly knew, just as surely, that she really did have nothing to worry about from her. Not ever.

She tried to say something back, but she was so overwhelmed by sudden emotion that she just ended up sobbing and shedding a few tears.

"Oh, come 'ere, yiu," Janie said and embraced her friend.

"I love you," Rebecca finally managed to murmur into her friend's blonde, vaguely fruity-smelling hair after she'd pulled herself together a little.

"I luv yiu tew," Janie whispered. "Mah fav'rite li'l slut," she added, a touch of pride in her voice.

After a while, they broke the hug.

"Naow, why don' we git dressed and head daownstairs," she suggested in her usual tone of voice. "Unless ya wanna put on anuther show fer yer daddy, in which case I'm tot'lly up fer that tew."

"Nah," Rebecca said, chuckling as she wiped her eyes. "Let's save that for another time."

Continued in Part 5