Deviant

This is an entry in the ATF Story Writing Contest 2024/I. The story is posted by the organizer. The actual author of the story will remain anonymous until at least the end of the contest.

The Report

When I was 21, my parents and I were in a freak car accident; I was the only survivor. I remember the smell of the hospital room, the light blue hue of the ceiling lights, and the chattering of nurses. I remember being intravenously fed, unable to move, and thinking they watered me like a plant.
Tubes ran into my skull; maybe that was why I was immobilized. I was told I had suffered brain damage from the accident and needed to stay motionless. I remember… that things were… different. I remember nothing but… forgetting. I had forgotten who I was. I didn’t know my name at times. Flashes of this happy boy, my mother who loved me, my father… and then… nothing.
The treatment worked, and I started to remember again. I remember my past, growing up on a farm with my mother and father, far away from the city that I had to call home after that. A conservative upbringing that shaped me—now a farm boy lost in the big city.

I met Paula when I was 22, a stunning redhead I thought was too good for me. We fell in love. We had a beautiful baby girl named Rachel, a little redheaded copy of her mother.
I had more and more issues as our daughter grew. Paula and I drifted further apart. It was then that I noticed I was very different. That I was sexually deviant. I started to fight the feeling, but it changed my behavior toward my wife and daughter.

My problem became her problem. We separated shortly after that. She took an apartment nearby, and we agreed on a fifty-fifty schedule for Rachel, who was eight years old at the time. My feelings continued to change and get more intense. In the end, it even became a problem for me when other men talked about their daughters. I became more reclusive and lost contact with our friends shortly after. But Paula trusted me enough to have Rachel stay with me. She knew I would not harm my angel even though my feelings for her were… strange.
My love for Paula has not changed, and I feel pain whenever I suspect she sees other men. Rachel doesn't talk about it; she knows what I am and doesn't want to hurt me.
When Rachel handed me the results of her health check this morning, I silently read it. Her eyes begged me to understand what was happening to her, knowing it would hurt me. She left for her room, silently as if it was her fault how I thought about her. I know it is me, that I am the sexual deviant in a world that doesn't accept people like me, a danger to children.

Rachel and I sit on the couch and snuggle like we usually do. We watch a movie that makes me uncomfortable with some scenes of naked children. But it doesn't affect her unwavering interest in the romantic comedy. I feel her body against mine, her small hand grabbing me when the story gets ‘full romance,’ as she calls it. I hope she will find real romance somewhere in the future, as I found it twelve years ago.
When the two people, who will end up together in the end, make a stupid mistake, I feel her giggles vibrate as she leans into me. I smell her strawberry-scented body lotion and kiss her on her head.
Commercials interrupt the movie, and I take the opportunity to get us a drink. A beer may make the movie more palatable.
I return to the living room—a cold iced tea for Rachel and my beer. A news broadcast replaces the commercials—another terrorist attack on a government health center. Due to the early time of the broadcast, the bodies are blurred, but it is clear that many children and their parents were present at the time of the attack. Rachel is very upset; this could have happened when she was with her mother at the local health center for her checkup.

Rachel tells me she is scared and doesn't understand why they do this. I see her tears as she gives in to her helplessness. I sit next to her, afraid to move when she clutches me and tries to find security in her world. I’m happy when the movie continues and replaces her dark thoughts. She finally relaxes.

I know what the terrorists want, but not why they chose to do it in such a brutal way. I even think they are partially right. But I could never take a life. I could not even think about hurting anyone.
So far, the terrorists were untraceable. They used suicide bombers, and when identified, they always had been a normal ‘standup’ citizen. Just a few days ago, I had received a leaflet promoting a meeting, a folded-in-half letter in the mailbox now stuck under a magnet on the fridge. Some proof it made people talk about their points that society and the entire system as it is now should be changed.
‘Feeling different?’ It says, and in smaller print, it tells how the terrorist attacks are bad but a well-needed shake at the ‘rotten foundations’ of our society. I am invited to a meeting to discuss with like-minded people.
How would they know if I was like-minded? I had placed it next to a drawing Rachel had made for me over a year ago. A child’s interpretation of us getting together again as a family, how her ideal family looked like. It is a disturbing picture to me, but removing it would give the wrong signal to Rachel.

***

I have difficulty accepting the message on the crumpled paper lying on the table. I press my lips together, and I feel my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. Carefully, I straighten the paper, trying to smooth the creases I created, rubbing it along the table edge.
I walk toward the window for… something to happen, something different than this.
Eighty-two levels below me, cars and busses as multicolored roaches scurry about their business along the grey pavement. So many people in this city live their normal, uncompromised lives. Why am I so different? Why do I feel so different? Why do I feel so different about my daughter than anyone I know?

The paper is irreparably damaged. I should ask them for a new one. Maybe Paula received the same. I walk toward the phone, calling a memorized number I dread.
“Paula…Davies,” I hear. For a moment, the hesitation gives me shivers. Would she sometimes still use my name? The idea gives me hope.
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Oh! Hi Ben, everything fine with Rachel?”
“Yes, of course, eh… did you get the test results?”
“I did. Do you understand you need to be there for her? This time, at least?”
“I… I always am.”
“Are you going to throw her a party to make up for the last time, or do you want me to do that? She is with you for another week. I don’t think it should wait that long.”
“A party? What kind of party?” I try.
“Are you serious? Look, I understand and accept you are sexually… different. And that your feelings for her are not normal. But you need to set that aside for her. You didn’t want to do that for me, but she deserves more support. And with this result, you know how to make her happy.”
I keep silent. The idea of giving her a befitting party worries me.
“Forget it,” Paula barks, “I will do it if you can just bring her here. And this time! You need to be there! And you get her some presents!”

Paula doesn’t understand how this makes me feel, how I want to do very different things with Rachel.
“Do you still have that evaluation?” I tell the cold mouthpiece.
“You tore it up, huh? Yes, I have it. I will enshrine it, golden edges, cast in plasticlear so nothing can happen to it.”
“… Thanks,” I mumble. Unable to speak myself, I hear her breathing. The other side of the line, after a click, goes dead.
I stand there, the telephone still in my hand, a constant tone from its speaker.

The paper still doesn’t look any better. My attempts to smooth it made it tear. Like my heart felt when reading it.

Female Sexual Maturity Evaluation Report
Rachel Sanders

We are happy to inform you that your daughter, Rachel Sanders, received her Class 4* status at age 11 on 11/23/2162.

Effective immediately, this allows for her contact with Type 2-sized males and surrogates. This decision has been reached through a medical check performed on 11/22/2162.

Class 1 (Oral)
Class 2 (Oral, anal type 1)
Class 3 (Oral, anal type 1&2, vaginal type 1)
Class 4 (Oral, anal type 1&2, vaginal type 1&2)

<right>Type 1 ♂, similar age ± 2 year
Type 2 ♂, adult</right>

The paper has two, almost calligraphic, signatures from the doctors who examined her. Rachel had also received a letter with a more detailed explanation and her updated Sexual Preferences Report that would help guide her through her sexual life.
A small card had accompanied the letters. Part of the glue is still on the paper from where she removed it. I know it will be tucked away in Rachel’s wallet—a credit card-sized version of her Class Four status. Another hint she was very interested in doing things outside the house.
My breathing falters. I never got used to Rachel getting her Class Three. And with a Class Four, she could do anything she wanted. I never asked her what she did, and she never told me. To me, she was still my little, innocent Rachel.

It had always been known that our race had a built-in desire to procreate. Though very rarely, like me, some had a ‘defect’ and had strong feelings of jealousy.
Sex, in our world, was taught at an early age, and most things considered taboo in the post-war generations were now considered normal. The development of children was closely monitored so they could make the correct decisions in their sexual lives. The classification system was easy and pretty much upheld. It had been in place for decades and ensured the safety of young people. The type 2 mentioned on her card was nothing more than an indication she could have full intercourse with adult men without her parent’s consent. And with her being eleven, going on twelve, I had severe problems with that.
Paula’s theory was that I must have been like this because of where I grew up, a small farming community. She made it sound like I had been part of some weird cult where traditional values from before the wars were still upheld.
The new traditions relied on children’s birth, healthy, cheerful children, and promiscuity became…virtuous. Though it started a hundred years ago and is far from needed these days, it has become a cornerstone of a happy society. It had several nice side effects; rape and abuse are almost extinct. Others were fewer visits to a shrink. The changes remained and slowly changed into the world we live in now.

Mall-versations

“My party is tomorrow,” Rachel says, reading a message from her mother.
I hold her hand as we cross to the other side of the road to visit the large shopping mall in the city center. Rachel pulls me along as I admire the huge entrance.
“You have been here before?” I ask.
“Yes, come on!”
“Why the rush?”
Rachel inhales deeply, “Just… come?”
I follow her with some difficulty, pushing people aside to avoid losing her in the crowd. After my tenth ‘sorry,’ I see her stop a few yards before me.
“Where to first? Do you want something nice to wear for the party?” I try.
“For my party? Clothes? I am not going to wear any clothes.”
Her comment hit me like I walked into a concrete wall with nails sticking out. I feel out of sync; my brain detached from my body.
“If you don’t want to buy me that sort of thing, I can ask Mom. But Mila got some toys from her dad. What else do you want to give me?”
“Does it have to be such a thing? Why not something like those construction toys?”
Rachel pouts her lips, “It is for my four ‘thing,’ not my birthday.”
“I… I understand.”

The stylistic phallus-shaped sign and the shop’s name, Phallustopia, leave little to the imagination.
“So they sell fake… dicks?” I ask.
Rachel’s laughter echoes against the ceiling. I blush when a guy twice my age looks at us and winks. Rachel smiles when she sees him nod approvingly. The idea this guy has about me with my daughter is a stab in my heart. Or the idea of him wanting to do something with Rachel.
Rachel checks my reaction, and I see her frown as she raises her shoulders to the guy as if she wants to tell him, ‘Sorry, I cannot go with you now as I have this guy here like a ball and chain keeping me from taking your offer of…’
I try to smile; sometimes, it makes me happy even if I am not. But it feels so artificial this time. I always hate it when they look at my daughter; I know they want her to do things with them.
Rachel turns to me, and I see she has attached her Class Four card to her shirt. My legs feel like walking through twenty inches of wet mud as I enter the shop.

I am relieved the shop is not too crowded. Rachel knows where to go. Her first interest is the girl’s section, where most toys resemble cuddly animals. A big-eyed caterpillar looks at me from behind its cellophane box. It’s some vibrator, and the cartoon girl printed on the box pushes it between her spread legs as she smiles ecstatically.
A sign hanging from the ceiling informs me of the importance of toys. It tells me that, on average, a girl aged eight to sixteen has 2.3 sexual encounters a day. And providing toys for pleasure lowers these numbers and the problems involved. Maybe this was not such a wrong gift.
Rachel bends over to pick up a realistic-looking phallus. It is alarmingly big in her small hands. The shelves are lined with different types and sizes, from boy-sized to me-sized and even bigger. Some are more natural in shape, but most have interesting surfaces: ridges, bubbles, dragon scales, squidlike and slimy-looking tentacles, or waves that can move in different patterns. These are mostly to be attached to sex machines, machines that can control their surface patterns. Rachel laughs after she places the bubble dildo onto a socket in the middle of the aisle, and it simulates the functions available. The bubbles bloat in different sequences when she presses buttons on the nearby panel. A wave of bubbles, big and small, ripple over its surface, and I see my daughter's eyes widen and open her mouth in a silent ‘Oh.’
Rachel wraps her fingers around it as she tests the different settings. Most settings have the same effect on her. Surprised awe.
“Why don’t you take that?” I tell her. I hope she says yes so we can leave.
“It is so funny. Can you imagine this…” she stops mid-sentence, “I think I will. It works with our machine at home.”
To help her decide quickly, I take a boxed version. The skin of my face feels hot, “Medium?”
“Can I try it first?”
“You just did!”
Rachel ignores me and continues her search.

“Can I help you two?” A petite young girl with a curvaceous figure has sneaked up on me. Black hair and a gold-glitter accented eyeliner that matches her brown eyes make her look a bit alien. A good-looking one. Her blue store outfit stretches so tight over her small breasts that I can see her nipples. She seems too young to work in a shop, especially one like this.
“We… we are just browsing… For a present,” I say.
“Totally Awe, for yourself? Or for someone special?”
Rachel taps her badge, “It’s for me, my fourth.”
The girl claps her hands, “Oh, Wow, why didn’t you say so? Discounts! And you know what they say. For a good fourth, something to titillate, something to stimulate, something to penetrate. So… you can pick three things, and you only pay two. Are you already a member?”
“No,” I say.
“Yes,” Rachel says.
The girl in blue frowns. Rachel holds out her communicator to be scanned.
“I am Claudia. I can be your master of the pickle patch and help you decide,” she tells us as she waves like a tour guide with her hand at the many phalluses. She pushes something on a wrist device. A neatly placed shoulder ocularium projects information onto her arm. I see a list of items and purchase dates starting when Paula and Rachel moved out of our place.
“Rachel, so nice to see you here again. And Paula? You are not Paula…Or?” Her eyebrows move like two competing brain halves independently control them.
“No, I am her father. Paula is her mother,” I say.
I don’t know what bothers me more: the dates of the purchases or Paula and Rachel having a loyalty card.
Claudia looks at the box tucked under my arm, “I know this sounds like some sales pitch, but I have that one myself. And you have to try this with a real machine, not with this thing,” she points where the dildo Rachel had pushed on the appendage where it still kept pulsing a random pattern. “And definitely not here in the middle of the aisle, though I have seen people do it.”
Her laughter makes other people look in our direction.
“Sorry,” she continues, “They have a whole series of these, Orgasmonics, it is called. This is one of my favorites, but you must check the size; don’t take it too small. They don’t go in and out; the movement of the surface is important, not in and out so much. Totally awe. This is the Bubbler, but please take the Rippler for a spin.”
Rachel nodded, “The third one is for free? Do you have something else funny?”
“Sure, but I think these will be just awe to start. But maybe you want, as a free gift, an all-inclusive ‘make you feel good’ card for ten treatments? Or can I find you a good, but discrete, school vibrator?”
Rachel hesitates, and my heart stopped at the idea of her contemplating the first offer.
“Hthe… Hmm,” I had to clear my throat, “school thing. What about that, Rachel?”
Rachel raises her shoulders, “That is always nice… Do you have something funny?”
“Like funny, funny, or funny nice?” Claudia smiles.
“Funny nice,” Rachel says.
“I have just the thing,” Claudia takes us to another aisle. “Trust me, this will blow your pants off. And you have to trust me. This is underwear, so you cannot test or return it.”
Claudia shows us a pair of regular panties placed on a girl-sized mannequin. She touches the fabric, “It works with contracting fibers. So it can do practically anything you want it to do… I mean, with your clit… It doesn’t do your homework. Power is separate; no contact is needed.” Claudia picks up a round metallic thing not thicker than a quarter inch and three inches wide. “You keep it close to it in your pocket. Lasts a few days, depending on usage, of course. But for most I talked to, just a weekend quick charge is enough to last all school days. As I said, it makes crazy patterns, feels what has the best effect on you, and knows if you are cumming. So automated edging is possible; very waterproof. Even washing machine safe up to, let me check… 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Syncs with your communicator or your fathers if you want. So he can turn it off if you are taking tests… and on when you passed them.”
Claudia pushes the battery pack three times, and I see it contract, pulling itself tight against the mannequin’s pussy. It ripples in different patterns as it demos its possibilities.
Claudia smiles at me but does not see the response she expects. “Oookay… I think that’s about it.”
Rachel’s hands tremble when she takes a purple shade in size four. She looks at me for approval. I try my fake smile again.

The girl in blue takes the two boxes I have tucked under my arm, “Let me put these aside just in case, and I will find you… a fitting room and these two little friends for testing. Claudia scans the two boxes, and after some whirring sounds behind the wall next to us, she takes a selection of differently-sized test versions from the opening compartment.
Rachel shuffles her feet, “You don’t need to wait here for me.”
“I…I will go and check some more,” I tell her.
“Why don’t you join her? I am sure you will know what your daughter loves best,” Claudia says. I answer her wink with a thin smile.
I hear Rachel sigh, “I can do this myself. Dad, why don’t you… check some other things in the shop.”
I frown; it is hardly something that I want to do. But I understand she is giving me a way out. I don’t know if it was for herself or me. Rachel pulls the hem of her shirt.
“Oh, I will go and check some… over there…” I point at a random location in the shop.
Claudia shrugs and takes Rachel deeper into the shop. I walk in the direction where I pointed. I have no idea how much time Rachel needs to ‘fit’ it. The idea itself is hard enough for me. I feel shame when I look at Claudia, who has returned to her desk and smiles at me. I feel bad when I smile back.
I expect Rachel to call me when she is finished. I leave the shop and sit on a bench.

I am getting more nervous; perhaps she has forgotten her communicator, but I remember her using it. Through the window, I see Claudia conversing with another store clerk.
“Hi,” I say.
A smiling Claudia pushes three boxes toward me, “This is her choice.”
“Oh, fine. She is somewhere in the shop?” I look around, but I don’t see her.
“She is still in the back. I will gift wrap these; they will be ready in a few minutes.”
I pay for them, an expensive gift, but I want her to be happy even if it is not the type of happiness I believe is good for her.
I try to find Rachel. I feel as if all eyes in the shop are burning on my back as I walk through aisles of girl toys. In the back, I find the ‘fitting’ room, and on a chair, Rachel is staring into the distance.
“Are they good?” I ask, but I don’t feel like hearing the answer.
“I can’t walk anymore,” she smiles briefly. She puffs her cheeks and looks at her hands. I guess she remembers how I feel about all this. I steady her as she stands up and keep her from falling back.
“Everything fine?” Claudia asks. I have to admit she is good at sneaking up on me.
“Rubber legs,” Rachel says.
“You were in there for some time. I can imagine. So I understand you enjoyed it?” Claudia grabs her by the shoulder, “How many?”
“Just those three? Right?” I try to pull Rachel with me.
“Seven, I think?” Rachel looks at me as if I should know the answer.
“That is wonderful. I love it when… people enjoy the fitting room.”
Rachel blushes, “I… I am not supposed to, I know. It just happened.”
“Don’t be like that, and I think it is great that you tested them out… extensively. Which one did you like best?”
“The bubble thing was wonderful, but that wave thing? That was fabulous.”
“Rippler, right? It is also my favorite of those two.”
“I love how it…” Rachel’s voice trails off, and I feel her shoulder muscle slack under my hand.
“Just push it in, setting three, and it feels as if you are being fucked and have your clit tapped deliciously at the same time,” Claudia says. Her smile is honest.
“I know,” Rachel says.
Now, my legs are those that turn to rubber.
I understand from her words that she knows the feeling of getting fucked. I feel my stomach contract, feeling I should sit down not to fall.
“I am sure you will have more when you get home, with your new toys or your dad. I am sure you can’t keep your hands off such a pretty girl.”
“I can’t use them at home. We don’t have the…” Rachel says.
Claudia frowned, “I don’t understand. I thought you had?”
“That is her mother’s,” I say.
Rachel nods.
I feel horrible, “Maybe we can check for something new that fits these… things?”
“I think you should. This little redhead is so to my liking. Sometimes, I wish I had cameras in the fitting rooms… with sound…” Claudia’s eyes glaze over.
Rachel looks happily at Claudia, something that bothers me. I don’t know what Rachel’s preferences are. Something I should have asked her like any normal father would. Maybe she was into girls. Or both…
I swallow, “Can you help us to something? Rachel, maybe the model you have at… I mean, the one Mom has?”
Claudia’s ocularium returns to her shoulder and projects Rachel’s data. “Sorry, we no longer have those, but that one was pretty good. Much better than the one in the fitting room.”
She zooms in on the model, a sex machine with a ‘discontinued’ text. Paula always wanted one, and I always had a reason not to buy it. Maybe if I had let her, she would still be with me. Letting Rachel have one to use at my place would maybe keep her from doing other things. I dreaded to find her with some boy, or guy, in my house.
“Follow me,” Claudia says.
She takes us to another part of the store. Sex machines in all colors and sizes are on display. Child versions that look more like cuddly toys for taking to bed to shining contraptions.
“Your one, or your mom’s, is replaced with this model. But a completely different beast,” Claudia lets her hand rest on a machine with a price tag that I could hardly afford on my salary.
“Voice operated, full three-D movement and target acquisition, two penetrators can be fitted simultaneously, with full control over your dildos of choice and their patterns—lubrication with a spray if needed, cleaning, and storage for six of your toys inside its housing. Storage can be added for four more toys. Battery operated, three-hour fun, socket for recharging can be placed in a closet or under your bed… or living room.” Claudia breathes deeply, “I think that is about it.”
Her eyes dart from me to Rachel, awaiting a response as I stand there open-mouthed.
“This is a bit expensive; another time, perhaps,” Rachel says. Her hand runs over the sleek body panels. I see her shiver and swallow. She looks at a cheaper model. It just looks wrong compared to the other. A thing that is more like a self-built contraption with levers and pulleys.
Watching Rachel’s disappointment kills me. I want her to be happy, and this would be a good investment to put myself more at ease.
“We… we will take it,” I say. I will survive the month if I pay some of the bills later.
“But Dad!”
“It’s for your fourth, and I want to give it to you.”
Claudia’s eyes sparkle, and her grin pulls funny-looking dimples in her cheeks, “How are your legs, Rachel? I would love to do the setup with you, courtesy of the Phallustopia.”
“We can’t do that ourselves?” I ask.
“I don’t know how to do that, Dad. Mom’s was also done here. It’s like preferences, and they know what is possible.”
The vision in my head of Paula in this shop, having it fit to her taste, bothered me. Something I never asked her about, and I feel… stupid. Did they also do this for Rachel back then?
Claudia squints at me, “Sir, for young girls, the shop is obligated to input her profile. Even though she is class four and can handle the girth of an adult male, she cannot be penetrated too deep. You know that.”
As Claudia disappears to the back, Rachel walks to a door opposite the ‘fitting rooms.’ Confirming my fear. She must have been here to set up her mother’s machine with a Class Three profile. A sign on the door says, “A well-set-up toy is a joy forever. Our instructors will leave you smiling for years to cum.”
Claudia arrives with a large box with a convenient carry handle.

The room inside is colored with all pastel colors imaginable, and it smells of sex. Claudia lights an incense stick, “Sorry, the… ventilation is not that good.”
I watch her unpack the machine. It fits in a plastic box the size of my mom’s sewing machine.
“Oh, it has different plates, pink, green, light blue, white… which one?”
“Pinky!” Rachel shouts.
“I will be outside,” I say.
I see a frown return to Claudia’s face, but she continues the installation of pink-colored plastic.

I sit like Cerberus outside the door. A three-headed dog that would bite anyone’s privates to mush who dares enter. The door is soundproof, but I hear muffled screams as Rachel, I guess… orgasms. I don’t know how it makes me feel. I feel shame when I notice my dick hardens. She is my daughter, and I can’t feel these things; I shouldn’t.
I try to focus on other things, and in my mind, I see my mother baking an apple pie in our kitchen; it feels how it should be - my idea about an ideal world where modesty is not considered bad: a traditional life, the waving of the wheat outside of the window soothing me, the smell of the apple pie... This is how it should be.

I am startled when I feel Claudia’s hand on my shoulder.
“Sir, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, everything fine?”
“You tell me… Your… daughter? She is wonderful—a delight. But what is strange to me is that I’ve never had a father who didn’t want to be with their daughter as she is… having a great time. I have had, like… and I like that part of my job, seen dads fuck their daughters after the setup because they were too horny. And here you are,” Claudia grabs me in my crotch, ”sitting with a boner.”
Claudia takes my hands and pulls me from the chair, “Come on, I will need to do your setup.”
I am too overwhelmed to stop her as she takes me into the small room.

The smell of the incense is thick, but the sight in front of me… I feel myself harden even more. Rachel is on all fours, her slender body impaled on the dildo. The pink machine is not fucking into her, but she occasionally pushes herself, slowly, back and forth on the dildo. I hear her whine with each thrust. Her labia stretches around the bubble dildo so much I can hardly see them. Its surface glistens with her moisture, and I see how the bubbles flicker into quadruple size, rippling along its surface. Rachel screams as she climaxes again and falls forward. As the dildo leaves her pussy, the surface comes to rest, a sea of bubble waves frozen in time. Strings of some clear liquid still connect it with her pussy, twenty inches of glass thread in a hanging arc. The dildo leaves a gaping hole that slowly closes as her thick pussy lips try to reform to their normal shape. A dildo that had been much too big for my taste. But the idea of what Rachel had been doing… My head feels hot, and I must be red as a lobster. Ashamed, I look at Claudia, who smiles at me.
“Your turn,” she says.
I raise my hands, “I’m not going to.”
“Yes, you are.” Claudia unbuckles my pants and tries to pull them down.
“Please, Dad, you have to try this,” Rachel pleads.
With one hand, I keep my pants up, “Can we not?”
“You are a weird one, just like Rachel told me,” Claudia laughs.
“No, I am not,” I try to reason with her. But I feel cornered. My feelings could lead to…
“It’s just for the setup of your profile. I am doing this almost daily.”
I give in. I feel slight anger but remove my shoes and pants. My shorts follow, and I feel vulnerable as Rachel can now see my hard-on.
Rachel and Claudia purse their lips.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Claudia breathes, “Just… such a shame. There is an… enemator through that door in the back.”

This is really happening. I feel stuck between my reasoning this is wrong and my lust. I am afraid I will have a brain aneurysm. It feels like something is tearing it apart. But my dick tells me something different. And I need to act ‘normal.’ And this is Rachel’s day. And I will spend three months' salary on a device to keep her happy with me.

I sit on the enemator to relieve myself. I manage to push down my dick as it wants to stick up and spray my belly button. I hear the urine stream hit the ceramic, and little droplets hit my skin. I press the button when I think I am ready enough for cleaning.
To me, this is related to a thing that should not be for guys. I don’t understand why I feel it is perfectly fine for women.
I grunt in surprise when I feel warm liquid splash against my ass. A moment later, something enters me. Warmth spreads into my bowels. It snakes deep inside, rinsing every part and, in the end, spreading me, alleviating the pent-up pressure that started to feel… nice. It repeats several times, and I enjoy every bit in the end. I am just afraid I am still full of water and will have some sort of accident later. I’m not used to it; maybe I did something wrong because of inexperience.

Claudia and Rachel end their chatter as I join them. The smile on Rachel’s face is heartwarming, but my chest tightens.
“You will love it, Dad.”
They don’t know it will be my first time. I have never had anything there... But I know that many guys like it.
I realize it is Rachel who wants to change me like she tried so many times before, her hints to look at other girls, even when we were still a family. It sometimes angered me, but she just wanted me to be like them—accepting the idea of Paula with other guys when we were still married. My stomach muscles tense. It’s like a visit to the dentist when you have a toothache, but I will do this for her and act as if I love it.

The dildo has been replaced with something smaller, more sleek, without any visible ridges. A shiny white form that I still find unsuitable to be pushed up there.
I kneel in front of the machine, turning my back to it as I lean forward.
“It can see your… ass, so it knows you are a guy with just one hole to please,” I hear Claudia chuckle behind me.
My “Okay” comes out as a cough.
Rachel kneels next to me; the interior of her pussy lips is almost lipstick-red. I try to look away from her sex, knowing how wrong it should make me feel. Her flat chest with the tiny dots that were her nipples. Were they hard? I wanted to feel them…
She smiles as if to reassure me that everything will be fine. I feel something slide between my cheeks, moisturizing me as it spreads a warm lubricant as it slides through the crack. Moving from my balls to my tailbone.
It effortlessly goes deeper, trying to find the entrance to my bowels. I look in shame at Rachel, who has her eyes fixed on my penis.
I am skewered on the sleek tip as it invades my sphincter without hindrance, helped with its lubrication, and my unpreparedness. My mouth opens in surprise when I feel its surface heat inside me. A pleasant feeling I had not expected.
“Just doing some setup now, don’t be alarmed,” Claudia says.
“God!” I shout when I feel the thing stretch me, poke me; it enlarges and shrinks several times with small shocks.
“Almost done,” Claudia says.
The device in me wiggles deeper, a not-unpleasant feeling. I enjoy it.
“Final testing,” Claudia assures me.
The thing inside me is amazing; it can be shaped into anything it wants. Its surface ripples inside me, massaging my rectum and tapping against my prostate. I feel it wiggle deep within my bowels. My dick hardens, and I feel my foreskin stretching over my cockhead and the air cooling it as it gets wet with pre-cum.
I feel shame when I hear myself moan like I heard Rachel do.
Something touches my dick; I first think it is the machine, but the feeling is too soft, like a hand wrapping around it. I shout out an “Ah” when I see Rachel stroking my dick. I see her on all fours next to me. Her back arched as she leans on one elbow and, with her other hand, masturbates me.
I can’t say anything about it, not with Claudia present. Claudia, who likes to watch and already thinks I am different.
“Nice?” Rachel asks me.
“Yeh…Yes,” I say.
“I love you, Daddy,” I hear her say, and with that, liquid warmth envelops my cock. I can just feel her love as she takes it into her mouth; it is wonderful, and I don’t care about anything anymore. The heat building up in my loins, the delicious ripples pulsing inside my rectum, and now her tongue pleasuring the most sensitive part of my body. I don’t care how she knows how to do this, not now. My feeling of shame diminished by Claudia’s silent approval. I feel it, boiling like a geyser about to blow. I want to warn Rachel, but all that comes out of my mouth is a terrified squeak.
I shoot weeks of pent-up sperm into my daughter’s mouth. I feel her mouth suck harder on my cockhead as she swallows millions of her possible half-brothers and half-sisters. When the dildo retracts from me, it formes knots that deliciously pop out of my sphincter, lengthening my orgasm and I empty my balls into Rachel’s sucking mouth to the last drop. The tip of the dildo slips out. It feels like a wet kiss saying goodbye.

***

“You like her?” Rachel asks me when we leave the shop.
“Sorry?”
“Claudia, I invited her to my party. She said she likes you.”
The machine is heavier than I thought, and I swap it to my other hand. “If that is what you want, love.” Rachel carries the smaller bag with her other new toys and the additional one that I had in my…ass. Claudia had given it for free in the end. But it was not because of that I had started to like the little girl. I wouldn’t mind to see her again. A little bright light that just made the party for Rachel more agreeable.
We walk in silence towards the metro station as I think about Claudia.
“Are you mad at me for what I did?” Rachel says.
“Which thing?” I am not sure if she means inviting Claudia or…
I am still trying to figure out what happened. How I could cum like that. With my daughter. With Claudia watching me.
“Dad? Please?”
I had thanked her in that room. I kissed her on her mouth, tasting my sperm on her lips. I had hugged her, touched her naked body like I was… I had rubbed her nipples.
“No, I couldn’t be mad at you. It’s not your fault. And I enjoyed it. Really!” I can’t look into her eyes; I don’t want her to see my feelings of doubt.
“Do you want to do something else when we are at home? Like… not watch television?” She says.
“I… I need to do something this evening.”
“Oh,” her disappointment is clear. But this feeling of having just done something very wrong haunts me. And I think I need someone to talk to about how I feel. I will go to the meeting.

After dinner, I leave Rachel at home. I had set up the machine in her bedroom, but she was not in the mood to use it, ‘maybe later,’ she said. I just know it has to do with my disapproval of doing something with her. And I feel awful about it, after what she had done for me. But something just felt very wrong.

A dark, narrow alley leads me to a door—a green door illuminated by a yellowish light above it.
‘Knock,’ was all it says on a piece of paper stuck to the door with duct tape. I backtrack my steps to see if there are any other doors, but this is the only door that is not the back of a restaurant.
I knock.

The room I am led into is as dark as the alley. A single light above a round table with half a dozen chairs around it, four of them have someone seated.
I introduce myself, leaving out why I am here. I quickly find these people think like me. I feel elated and understood; things click into place. We have our feelings about promiscuity in common—a need for more traditional family values.

When I leave, a guy named Victor approaches me. He tells me it helped him to go here, that he had been here a few times before, and hopes to see me next time.

Party Time

I couldn’t sleep much. I sit at the dining table and sip my coffee. The clock ticks away its minutes relentlessly. Three stripes symbolize an unstoppable future. In minutes, Rachel will wake up and get ready for me to take her to her party.

On the fridge, above my secret meeting letter, Rachel had placed the invitation.

[B]You are invited to Rachel’s Fourth on the 27th
Dress code: optional[/B]

I didn’t go to her ‘third’ party; we didn’t even do the others when they were still living with me; I just couldn’t. I am sure Paula initiated her into oral and anal sex at our place, but they kept that hidden from me.
I often was spoken to by other dads. How marvelous their children’s parties were. How boys had fucked their daughters on their third, and they could… finally…fuck their asses. How they had finally fucked their daughters on their fourth, and how, at the party, guests had done the same...
I had a terrible time knowing what could happen at those parties where all modesty was thrown out of the window. The idea of Paula inviting other people, the initiation of Rachel, where she would be the center of attention as she was subjected to sexual gratifications that would, from now on, be allowed for her. Parties that, because of their nature, mostly ended in orgy-like happenings.
But I was no longer her father, not like that. I knew little of their life away from me. It will be my first visit to their apartment.

Rachel is as nervous as me, but for all different reasons. I smell her strawberries with a hint of lime shower gel. She wears clothes that are easy to remove, sweatpants, and an old T-shirt with a Happy-Bear that smiles at me, a series she used to watch when she was just a few years younger. Her voice is even higher than her normal childlike squeaks. Her eyes dart all over. And mainly in the direction of the clock.
“Shall we go, Dad?”
“It’s more than an hour from now.”
“Oh.”

The clock is unstoppable, and I can no longer postpone the inevitable. My chair screeches as I push it backward, a sound that makes me shiver, amplifying how I feel. Rachel’s wide eyes and smile don’t make me feel better.
“Nervous?” I say.
“I… don’t know, I hope it will be fun?”
“I am sure it will, dear.”

It is an apartment on an even higher floor than mine, smaller but with a large square living room. Paula’s touch is visible, the many green plants livening up the space where my apartment had evolved into an untidy mess of bleak colors. There are no doors to the bedrooms as if the space had expanded to include them, and privacy has been a lesser consideration.

We are not the first to arrive. Two couples with children greet Rachel and immediately hand her small presents that look like gift cards. Paula gives me a quick peck on the cheek. I shiver as it electrifies me.
“I heard what you did for her. That was… unexpected.”
She looks better than ever. More alive, certain of herself. Paula gives me a drink, a glass of red wine I place on a small table next to the couch that swallows me. Paula sits beside a man who tells me his name is Christopher. He leans forward and shakes my hand. He puts his arm around Paula’s butt, a clear sign to me he is more than just Christopher. Rachel jumps next to him, whispering something I cannot hear in his ear. He smiles and kisses her on her head. I take a large sip of wine. Swallowing the burning alcohol as I am certain Rachel practiced her cocksucking skills on him. My jealousy spikes, and I feel like leaving.

More people arrive, and soon, the room is filled with conversation and laughter. I am like one of Paula’s plants, silently soaking up the atmosphere. I empty my second glass with one gulp.
“Do you want a refill?” Someone breathes into my ear. I hardly recognize Claudia without the blue outfit, but her jovial voice is unmistakable. The black eyeliner she wears now makes her look like an Egyptian princess. A nice looking one, her pert breasts poking through her tight-fitting shirt. I am overdressed, the only one who doesn’t wear easy-to-remove clothing. The rest look like they are dressed for a pajama party.
“Yes, thanks, maybe something stronger.” My candor makes her laugh, and I momentarily forget my problems.
“I didn’t know the situation… Rachel explained it to me later. I am sorry if I hurt you. It was stupid of me, I assumed. And I assumed wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I stare into my glass, a red ring of sediment reminding me it is still empty.
“Would you like something to drink?” I say and stand up to walk to the small kitchen.
“Lime something, I think that is what I saw someone drink. Else… surprise the lady.”
“Nothing with alcohol?”
“I… I am just fourteen; I shouldn’t drink that.”
I’m slightly shocked by her age, “But you work in a shop?”
“It’s a family business. My dad owns it. I help on the weekends and sometimes after school.”
Her appearance now makes more sense: her not-fully-grown body and perfect skin. She looks at me, “It’s not like I am a child. I have my Class Four if you want to see… or my SPR…to see if we are… compatible.”

I find a bottle of whiskey and a matching tumbler in the kitchen. The ‘lime thing’ is already poured into glasses and ready to take.

“I hope this is what you want.” I hand her the drink.
“Well, after seeing you, I have other ‘wants’ on my mind.”
I frown, tilting my head, “Not getting you.”
“I had a nice time yesterday with the two of you. I like my weekend job, but you two were a treat. She is special. Nice genetics.”
“The red is from her mother’s side.”
“I am not talking about hair color,” Claudia laughs.
I look puzzled enough for her to hit me on my arm.
“No, her sexual drive, how she climaxes so easily. I think that is wonderful.”
It feels like a little spike of warmth. I am happy for Rachel, yet at the same time, it is not what I want to hear.
Claudia nudges me, “When is this party starting?”
“I thought it already started?”
“Silly, would you like to be with me when it starts?”
Her request makes my chest tingle, and my dick stirs in my pants, “I would love to.”

Most of the people invited are couples. Some with their children. Those were likely Rachel’s friends from school and their parents. Others, without children, would have to be Paula’s new friends… or from Christopher. I didn’t know anybody, which made it easier for me. It was customary for a girl to have her father do the honors. People would think it strange that I am not part of it.

“Hi!” I hear someone yell. Paula tries to get people’s attention.
She strikes a fingernail against an empty glass that rings hard enough to get people’s attention. Paula waits until all conversations stop.
“In everyone’s life, and also in my daughter’s, specific moments need celebration. These are the well-known birthdays, the school diplomas, which are still in her future, and… the wonderful class moments. Rachel, as you may very well know, has received her class four and is, at this moment, now also officially ready to have fun with adults of the male persuasion. And as we know, some had a ‘hard’ time waiting for the official go-ahead.”
I hear some guys laugh at the remark, and someone shouts, “Very hard, and she liked it!” But Paula shushes them, “So, change into the preferred outfit, namely nothing, and join us in her celebration. And as per tradition, Rachel will have first choice and… first fun.”

My heart stops. This was really going to happen. I see Rachel stand up and undress herself. Christopher follows her example. His thick, hairless cock springs free, and Rachel looks at it with a smile.
Claudia tries to get my attention and whispers into my ear, “So very not the time, but I absolutely need to go to the toilet, or I will burst,” I nod and watch as my daughter moves to the center of the room. She spins around slowly—an eleven-year-old nude girl showing off her beauty.
And she is beautiful to me. I become aware of the other people in the room who watch her as she parades her body. My stomach turns to stone, realizing they also know what will happen. But seeing her, that perfect body, her boyish ass and legs. And between them, something that arouses me tremendously; the thick labia hiding the entrance that will today experience the feeling of a man’s cock sliding inside. A smooth, hairless furrow emanating a desire to be pleasured.
I feel my dick pushing in my pants. I see other men having the same issue as they reposition their hard-ons. Some pants are removed, and a variety of dicks, some long, some very thick, some with huge purple helmets that glisten with pre-cum are freed. All hard cocks of guys who fantasize about fucking the young redhead in the middle of the room.
My daughter takes Christopher by the hand and pulls him to the center of the room. As they stand there, he hugs her, her head resting against his belly, looking at his penis that would now… fuck her for the first time. She looks up at him, radiating with love and lust. Despite my issues with her doing this, my dick hardens and feels wet, as if I peed myself. My pre-cum is starting to flow.

Christopher’s cock twitches when her fingers run over it. She grabs it at the base and, after a quick kiss, licks the head.
I remember how she did with mine, and I know how it feels for Christopher.
His swollen knob barely fits as her lips spread over it and lock over his corona. Her throat moves as her tongue darts over its surface, and his face contorts in pleasure. My mouth feels dry when I think this is my daughter who is doing this. His hands rub through her hair as she continues to suck him. Her other hand drifts between her legs, dipping between her labia. It looks like her fingers tremble. But I hear her moan, and I realize she is pleasuring her clit with quick movements.

Christopher’s cock pops out of Rachel’s mouth, and she catches her breath. Her eyes sparkle. Christopher turns her around, his hands on her tiny nipples, tweaking them as if they were knobs on a radio to be turned on and off. Slowly, he pushes her to the floor, careful not to let her fall.
I think of Rachel and her new machine, but her machine today is something of flesh and blood, someone who cares for and lusts for her, something a machine cannot replace. Christopher’s dick is fully erect after Rachel’s work. It is a perfect mushroom shape that would please most ladies with its thick ridge. I do feel jealous of not being the one who does this for her. And uneasy that she will, most likely, enjoy this. I am still uncertain if she is, in a less technical term, a virgin.
Rachel goes on her hands and knees, wriggling her behind to show her enthusiasm. Christopher’s hands stroke the perfect skin of her ass, and Rachel shivers. He goes to his knees, not letting his gaze slip away from my daughter’s ass.
With one hand, he grabs Rachel’s side, his fingers digging into her stomach. His dick looks the size of her lower arm, and I fear he will split her open.
Rachel leans on her shoulders, her head turned aside. Both her hands grab behind her and spread her ass.
Christopher leans backward, maybe to show the view he is getting, and I see Rachel’s tight asshole as it is stretched to a thin O shape. And beneath it, her peach-colored, very wet labia with, wedged in between, her enlarged clit. Christopher makes a show of it. My daughter’s glistening insides open up for everyone to see.
I feel my body tense when he places his large dickhead against her pussy.
My stomach knots when he slowly pushes his cock inside her. Her labia part and then thin to not even a tenth of what they were before when his purple knob slides inside her. I hear her squeak, something between pain and pleasure. Christopher starts to fuck her slowly, and after half a minute, her heavy breathing is joined with a high-pitched wail that becomes more and more audible. Even though her joining with Christopher hurts me, I feel more aroused than I have ever been. Her wails of enjoyment touch my soul like the sound of Paula’s nails on the glass.
I see Christopher slide to almost his full length inside her and notice how wet and horny Rachel is, his dick coated with a glistening layer of her natural lubrication.
Christopher grabs her firmly with both hands locked around her thin waist. His thumbs rub her back, his fingers massaging her belly. He pulls her toward him by her hips, his dick now bottoming into my little girl. I can see his balls slam against her, and with every hit, Rachel gives a hiccup-like squeal when they mash her swollen clit.
All eyes are on Rachel, who is bucking wildly as Christopher fucks into her as if she wants to get away, but his fingers relentlessly keep her in place. But the sounds she makes are those of pure lust. I hear her reach an earsplitting orgasm. A very visual experience as her whole body trembles and the returning waves of pleasure contort her body. I understand what Claudia means when she says Rachel is something special. It is a signal to the rest of the group, and I see people look at others, nods of approval, and pairs, some of mixed ages, are formed to have sex.

Claudia returns from her toileting and stands behind me. With a grin, she watches my daughter and Christopher continue their lovemaking.
She leans over me to unbutton my shirt. I feel her warm hands on my hardening nipples. Her breath warms my skin as she kisses me.
I enjoy the feeling of my arousal as my daughter continues to be fucked by Christopher. Her slender body, half his size, pushed around like a toy. Now, she is panting like an old-fashioned steam engine. Her orgasm had the same effect as in the shop, but now her entire body moves like it is made of rubber.
She clearly loves it, her face almost the color of her hair. Christopher’s dick is possibly similar to my size, and I have trouble comprehending it slides into her small body so easily. But her screams that fill the room are those of lust. Even more as when she was fucked by the machine. Her hands clutch the carpet, which I now realize has special holds for hands. This house is furnished for sex, the open doors, the furniture.

“Oh!” Claudia says as I feel her push forward. She continues to play with my nipples as I watch my daughter having her first experience with a guy my size.
Claudia is breathing harder, almost panting. I look around, and I see other couples having sex, turned on by my daughter’s initiation to a guy-size dick. I turn and look into Claudia’s wide-open eyes. A guy is standing behind her, his hips rocking forward as he fucks into her. Her pants are draped around one ankle as she spreads her legs as wide as possible.
She looks at me with a smile as she is rocked back and forth and tries to find support on me and the couch’s back. I feel the couch rock against my feet as the guy behind her thrusts into her. Her ‘Ahs’ that, after a few minutes, increase in pitch as she approaches her climax. I clench my teeth. I really like her and hoped… But she is not mine, even though I want her to be.
“She…Ah… is so… Ah… hot to…Hiii… wat…Hiingg… watch,”
She tries to kiss me; her breath smells like peppermint. And I kiss her back, both pushing our tongues into the mouth of the other. Our lips lock, and I feel her breath in my mouth with every thrust of the guy behind her. She is rougher than I would expect from such a young girl, her teeth biting playfully on my tongue. My hand snakes under her shirt, massaging one of her tennis ball-sized breasts, and I pinch her erect nipple. I hear how her cunt makes wet noises, and part of me wants to hear if Rachel’s cunt would make similar noises as Christopher plows into her. I feel ashamed about my dirty thoughts. And how I called it, in those thoughts, my daughter’s cunt.
My eyes are locked on Rachel, and I see her legs tremble, a sign she is about to cum. And I hear it, or in my imagination, each time Christopher thrusts into her, a squishing sound, little bubbles of air pushed through the moisture that lubricates her little… tight…cunt.
Rachel screeches as she climaxes, her body trembling with shockwaves of pleasure as Christopher fucks into her, his hands around her quivering waist, pushing her on his thick cock with that beautifully shaped cockhead I am jealous of. I see him plunge deep as Rachel’s pussy contracts around his member, and he can’t keep prolonging it. He grunts rhythmically as he shoots his sperm deep into my daughter.
I see his scrotum and ass contract with each spurt of hot semen filling Rachel.
Rachel yells, “I… fe… feel Iht. Dhad, I Lhove Iiiht!”

I know it is not me she is talking to, and I suddenly feel torn apart. My heart is racing, the muscles in my neck twitch. Nausea suddenly takes over, and something clicks inside; I know this is all wrong. Rachel, Claudia… it is too much.
I walk away, pushing aside the people I have never met before, and my anger flares up as I know they will fuck my daughter after I have gone. I don’t see Paula and try to avoid looking into the other rooms, knowing I will see her… doing it. I feel anger. I think of Claudia, who I started to like so very much, and how I don’t fit in her world at all. She would be unable to accept me when she learns what I am. I really like the crazy girl who sells toys and loves to watch people enjoy them.

I hear someone shout my name. I turn around, half expecting Paula to shout at me. But it is Claudia. She comes running at me, still trying to tighten the knot of her pants.
My eyes are tearing, and what she says I can barely hear because of the beating of my heart that drowns out all sounds. She looks worried.
“Ben, please stop. Can we… talk? Or maybe some other time? Is it because of what I did? I…didn’t want to hurt you. You are a nice guy, someone I want to learn to know better. And maybe you can give it a chance to get to know me? Like… understand me?”

I kiss her, the funny new girl I like so much but who would be alien to me even without her makeup.
“Can I come with you? I think you need some company. It’s because she is your daughter, right?” She says.
I kiss her again, “Yes…”
“I will be your daughter tonight. And more if you want?”

I don’t want her to be my daughter. I want her to be Claudia. And she was more than enough for me.

Claudia

“Can I take a shower?” Claudia looks around.
“The bathroom is at the end of that hallway, door to the left.”
I still can’t believe Claudia went home with me. I have never been with someone this young. I know different age relations were common. I just had not expected it to happen to me. To set the mood, I start some music. Secretly, I hope she wants more than just talk.
I feel stupid when I put fresh sheets on my bed. In the short time I had met her, she progressed from an annoying store clerk to someone I liked. How she helped Rachel, and how she managed me in the store. I feel warm and fuzzy when she is around. And I feel a sexual attraction to her, something that I’ve been missing in my life since Paula left. I hope the feeling is mutual. I don’t know if I am ready for just some casual sex.
I hear wet footsteps on the floor, “I can’t find a towel. You do shower, don’t you?” A naked girl stands before me, and my breath just stops. She is marvelous with her brown tan, her rounded ass, and her lovely breasts. Her hazel-brown eyes look at me, waiting for a reaction.
I don’t dare to look between her legs, so I focus on her face. A face that is tilted and smiles broadly. My voice breaks up, “You are beautiful.”
She spreads her arms and looks down at her body. I don’t know if she wants to ask me, “all of me,” or the issue of her dripping water on the rug.
I realize the closet with towels is outside in the hallway. I stand up, “Just… stay here.”
I run back with a towel. Claudia insists that I dry her. It’s the first time I will touch her like this. She smells like strawberries with a hint of lime, and I realize she used Rachel’s shower gel. I just can’t help myself as I massage her chest with the towel instead of drying her. And I take much too long drying her firm breasts. But she leans into me, enjoying the feeling. I dry the rest of her, skipping her ass for the time being. Her flesh feels soft to my touch, somewhere between Rachel’s toned body and a cherub from an ancient painting. When I dry her buttocks, she spreads her legs.
“Do you want me to dry you there?” My voice trembles.
“I don’t think you will ever dry it there, and what I want… I think you know by now.”
I carefully dry her, and through the thin towel, I feel her sphincter and labia, which feel like soft rubber. I carefully rub her slit. It has more effect than I expected when she moans and her knees buckle. I catch her just in time. I drop the towel, holding her with my arm just under her breasts.
“Your turn,” she says.
I laugh, and Claudia turns around and frowns.
“Last time you said that… I kinda liked it.”
“Ah?”
“When you set up the machine for me,” I nod.
Her dimples, when she smiles, leave me breathless. I do so like this girl.
I quickly take a shower. When I return, a nude Claudia is lying in Rachel’s bed.
“Is it the idea that she is having sex with someone else?” Claudia asks.
“I think so… Why are you here?”
“I am your daughter. I know I am a bit older, and,” Claudia bites her lip, “a bit wider… And I have these!” She pushes her breasts together as she sticks out her tongue to see if she can lick a nipple. “Nope, they need to grow to do that.”
I sit next to her, the bed squeaking with my weight.
Claudia goes on all fours; her knees press into the mattress.
“I liked to do it like this with my dad, “ she tells me, “can you be my dad?”
I crawl over to her and kiss the skin of her buttocks. I smell her freshness, a smell stronger than the strawberries. She tastes wonderful, she cleaned her pussy, but I don’t taste soap; I taste Claudia; I taste her arousal. It makes me even more horny, I shiver as I eat her pussy.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she says. I don’t know if I like this game. But to me, she is Claudia, and I am fine being her daddy today.
I push inside; her warmth surprises me, but then again, I may have forgotten how it feels. I grab her hips and start to fuck her. She is young and tight, tighter than I remember a pussy to feel. I feel her squeeze, and the friction increases even more. I don’t know how long I can do without climaxing.
“You saw how Rachel loved that cock of…”
“Christopher,” I say.
“Yes, Christopher fucked her. Like, he will fuck her in her bed this very moment… do you think he will fuck Rachel here? When she is in need, and you are at work?”
I hear in her voice that it turns her on, and to be honest — it starts to do the same for me. I picture Rachel here… in this bed, and Christopher, who makes her whimper. I fuck Claudia harder, my balls slamming against her pussy.
“She loves it, just li…ihke I did with my dad. He fucked me everhyyy day. Thwwyy…ce or more.”
In my head, I see Rachel, an expression of pure bliss as she is fucked by Christopher. Claudia expands my thoughts, telling me about parties with grownups. She is at the center of people's attention, and I imagine how Rachel will have the same.

Claudia made me cum several times, powerful climaxes like never before in my life. Not just because of her wonderful body, her tits that fit in my hands as she bounces and grinds in a ‘reverse cowgirl’ position. But I came the hardest when she painted the picture in my head, which I had had issues with before. Fucking Rachel.
And Claudia… loved the idea.

It’s late in the evening. Claudia sleeps next to me when I hear the phone ring; she mumbles something, and her hand tries to hit an alarm clock that is not there.
It’s Paula—an angry mother who wants to tell me how bad I am.
“Ben, I can’t take this anymore. Either you change, or… I will deny you parenting days. And with what happened, how you are… this is a simple formality.”
I hold my breath, waiting for more. I’m hoping she will tell me I have another chance.
“Ben? Are you there? Do you understand what you did?”
“I… I think I do. I just… it was when… and she said, you know?”
I hear a scream of anger, “What? Did you think I was going to… I also have…goddamn fucking needs. And Christopher, he was there for me… and her. You don’t seriously think she is still a virgin, do you? We have friends; we play games; why am I even saying it like that so as not to hurt your feelings? No…no…not anymore, fuck you! She has been postponing this test for half a year so as not to hurt you. She is getting fucked by Christopher and…friends. And I know she does things outside the house. And she loves it! This party was to make things more official. Most of the people present there have already… Do you seriously think she wanted Christopher to restrict himself to fucking her asshole? All this time? God… either you do something about this, or you will hardly see her. She has a right to enjoy life, not spend half of it like a sexual hermit.”
My heart beats in my chest, “Okay, I hear you.”
“We have an appointment at the sexual education center to discuss this tomorrow, and you better make one for yourself. This is your last chance. Get your life in order so we can have ours.”
A click ends the connection.
I sit at the table, wide awake after the shock. I would fight for Rachel and her happiness.

A Funny Pair

Claudia left me a note, “Thanks for the wonderfuck evening. Call me.”
Her message confuses me. With trembling hands, I dial the number she has given me. Nobody answers.
I call the Sexual Education Center and make an appointment.
I read about another terrorist attack. Among the victims, I see someone who looks like the Victor I met at the meeting, but I am not sure it is really him. Somehow, I still expect to see him next Saturday.
I try Claudia’s number again.
“Claaaudia,” I hear her happy voice on the other side, and I realize she is a young girl with her own life. I fear last evening was a one-time event.
“Hi, it’s Ben. I saw your note.”
“I’m at school. Having a break now.”
“Oh, you want me to call you at a later time? Or not…”
“No? Why do you say that?”
“Your note, ‘wonderfuck’. I fucked up, or you liked it?”
I hear inaudible talk in the background, followed by the giggling of some girls.“It’s like… when I wonder where the fuck were you before? And it was a wonderful fuck.”
I hear more giggling that stops when I hear Claudia yell, “Shut up!” there is a moment pause, “Can I see you later?”
“I have to go somewhere, but I have time after that. You want me to cook for you? What do you like?”
“Can I go with you? I have one more lesson. And what I like… I left my SPR on your fridge.”
Whenever I ask her what she likes, she has some sex remark. I am not sure if I can get used to the sexual drive of a fourteen year old.
“I, I need to get some help to… for Rachel. Like a visit to the doctor.”
I walk to the fridge to see what she left me. A transparent card is tucked under one of the magnets that keep Rachel’s drawing in place.
“Claudia Cooper.”
“Yes, that is me,” she says.
She is silent, waiting for a reaction from me.

Her Sexual Preferences Report card is, at first glance, pretty normal—a straight girl with just a hint of bi-curiosity.
But Claudia’s list of funny fetishes piques my interest. That she gets turned on by watching others have sex, I had figured out myself. But her interests in anal pleasure in both receiving and giving are interesting to know. She didn’t give me any hints when we had sex that she had those desires. In the end, she was a pretty insecure girl.

“Nice,” I say.
“Oh?” she sounds surprised.
“What is wrong? I don’t think I have any problems with your wish. I love to do things for the person I love.”
Her breath escapes her in an audible sigh, “love?”
I feel my chest tighten. She just met me, and I could not imagine this girl caring that much for me. “I’m sorry. I know this is one-sided.”
“No! I feel the same, but… Your problem. What Rachel told me…that jealousy thing. You will hate me for this.”
I rechecked her card, and there it was, Voyeurism.
“Which part, Claudia? That you like to watch, or that you want me to have fun with your little ass?”
“I don’t just like to watch. I like to be watched... by you. I like you to watch me have sex. I know it is weird. I don’t want to hurt you. I really, really like you. But that is why I did things.”
“I don’t want to be jealous anymore. I want to change that.”
“I’m alone now,” Claudia says.
Her breathing had been more labored and now slowed to a normal pace. I realize she walked away from her friends for some privacy. If I understand correctly, what attracted her to me was, my jealousy. And that is what I disliked about myself.
I feel both of us are afraid to talk. Afraid to lose what we have found. Sex with Claudia was wonderful, her young body a pleasure. But most of all, she was a lovely being. Even as young as fourteen, she manages to impress me. Maybe her work in the shop or her family's demand for her to be self-sufficient.
“Ben?” Her voice cracks, “I am so sorry, this can’t work.” I hear her sobbing, and I feel my own desperation; I don’t want to lose her.
“Where is your school?”
Her answer is almost unintelligible when she starts crying, but I can make out the name of her school.

I find her on a bench in front of the school—a miserable girl with reddened eyes. I am unsure how she feels about me, so I sit beside her while keeping some distance between us. Claudia moves towards me and wraps her arms around me as she buries her face in my lap. I run my fingers through her black hair, my nails scratching her scalp.
“I feel so bad,” she says.
“Because?”
“I wanted you to feel jealous about me. And you had your daughter that you felt bad about, and then I did that. And I hurt you so much that you ran away, and I ruined it for you and your daughter, and I am so sorry. I thought I found you and then did that, I am so afraid you will hate what I like. But yesterday was so nice after that but what I did before was wrong.”
It was an endless stream of words muffled by her face in my crotch. I feel her warm breath. I am ashamed it turns me on to feel her there, and I fear she will be upset that I get a hard-on while she is falling apart.
Her hand brushes against my erection, and I stop stroking her hair, afraid of her reaction.
“You don’t want me touching you there?” She says.
“No, I mean, yes, I want you to. But can you tell me what is wrong? I am not mad at you at all, more the opposite.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No? Why would I be? We had a great time, right?”
“I wle tha gwu fwuc mwe,” she mumbles in my crotch.
“What?” I have a hard time not laughing. I know what she said, and I do know it hurts me. But she was not mine, not then. I feel different about her now.
She lifts her head, “I let that guy fuck me!”
“I hope you enjoyed it. And I thought you did?” I realize that was the wrong answer when she bites my dick through the fabric of my pants. “Aw, what is that for?”
“I like the idea that you are jealous.”
“I was jealous, but he did it, not you.”
“Not really. I dropped my pants, and then someone always fucks you.”
“I most certainly would,” I laugh, “And I was jealous, but I had more problems with Rachel. I want to change that. I want to…”
Claudia pushes herself to sit, “I know, and I want to help you. And…”
“I will love you and always feel jealous, but let you have fun.”
Claudia smiles, a smile with the little dimples I love so much. I am not certain I can make that promise.
My reaction to my daughter had been sudden, a flood of bad feelings I could not control. I don’t want that with Claudia.

I see I have just a little time left before I am expected at the Sexual Education Center.
“I have that appointment, like, in half an hour.”
“I’m going with you.”
Somehow, I know I have no choice in that. We are a funny pair.

***

I wait with Claudia in the lobby. The green plants remind me of Paula and Rachel’s apartment. I see brochures about fetishes that are less common and need some guidance. I guess those are the ones they deal with most of the time. The glances we get from other people make Claudia and me blush. I pick up a folder explaining the joys of a bestiality fetish. Claudia glares at me with widened eyes when I look with a smile at the pictures in the brochure.

“Mr Sanders?”
A dark-skinned girl in her late twenties approaches me. A white outfit gives me the idea she is something medical and not exactly the psychologist I had expected.
“Yes, that’s me,” I say.
Claudia stands up and takes my hand. “I’m with him,” she says.
The girl looks at me for confirmation.
“Yes, she is with me.”
“Fine… I’m Rebecca. Would you please follow me?”

Rebecca takes us deeper into the facility, which does not look like the hospital I expected; it has a homely atmosphere. She opens the door to a room that looks more like a living room. There is even a couch and a television.
We take seats at a round table. A box with tissues in the middle makes Claudia laugh, “So you can blow your nose and your load.”
I see Rebecca’s eyes sparkle, but she does not give in to laughing. I find it less funny.
“So… we had a request from your… ex-wife to help with issues you have dealing with sex and loved ones.”
I nod, “Yes, it’s jealousy and, I think, protection?”
“This morning, we met with Paula, your biological daughter Rachel, and Christopher.”
Calling Rachel my biological daughter and the idea that Christopher has been here made my nostrils flare.
Rebecca looks at me intently, “They told us that your problem is multifaceted. You have problems if someone you love enjoys sex with someone else. And you don’t want to have sex with your daughter or want her to have sex with anyone else until she is older. Both can be defects that can be treated. But Paula told us you have an interesting youth, which could have led to your more… traditional views.”
“Yes, that is what she believes.”
“So, you grew up on a farm? How was that?”
She said it like she thought it was funny. “I don’t think it is that different. Why did you need to talk to all of them?”
“We needed a few ideas they could only provide. Thanks to them, I have some material to test with you.”
Rebecca takes a small computer from a drawer and unfolds something that resembles a hat made of metal wiring. She places it on my head.
I lean back into the couch. Rebecca connects it to the computer.
“I will tell you some short stories with them as subjects. You don’t need to answer them. I will see your brain’s response here on my computer.”
“Sure,” I say. But I feel very uncomfortable. Claudia grabs my hand when she notices me fidgeting next to her.
Rebecca takes a deep breath, “Your daughter is on the couch watching a cartoon movie with Christopher and Paula. A scene is making her horny, and she pushes her pants to her knees. She rubs her pussy. It quickly glistens with her moisture. The sweet noises of her fingers gliding over the wet skin are audible for everyone to hear. Paula takes the vibrator from its charging stand on the coffee table and hands it to Christopher. He selects Rachel’s favorite pattern and pushes it against her clit. Your daughter is squirming on the couch as the vibrator titillates her swollen clit. Christopher pushes her shirt up, sucks in her areola, and licks her nipple. As she orgasms, he pushes a fat finger through her sphincter. Paula smiles when she sees her daughter shake through her orgasm. After her orgasm wanes to a pleasant buzz, Rachel looks at Christopher with a smile and asks for one more. He tells her she knows what to do. She unbuttons his pants and takes his erect dick out. She orally pleasures him till he is hard enough. She lets Christopher fuck her as she continues to watch the movie. Her labia stretch wide around his cock as he slowly fucks her. Her squeals of pleasure drown out the sound of the movie.”
As she tells the story, Rebecca clicks to mark parts in time to match my brain’s response.

"Rachel calls to tell her mother she will be at home later because she is going to a friend’s place to have sex. Later, Paula’s neighbor comes to her door to invite them for dinner. She offers him coffee, and he accepts. As she enjoys her coffee with the neighbor, Claudia thinks about her daughter, who should now be at her friend’s place. The idea of what her daughter is doing arouses her. She asks her neighbor to help her out. He fucks her in her bed. Rachel loves her neighbor’s cock; its circumcised head feels wonderful, and he fucks her for half an hour.”
I feel my anger. I don’t like these things, but I understand they are not meant for me to like them. I feel jealous and, at the same time, aroused. But the idea of her doing this is unbelievable; she had never been like this. Mentioning Rachel doing the same things makes it even harder.
“Paula, Christopher, and Rachel…”
“Who made up these things?” I shout. I don’t like to think about Rachel in these stories.
“Ben, please don’t think about anything else but these statements. And they are not made up.”
I clench my jaws, scowling at Rebecca. I think about what she just implied, and I feel my heart beating in my throat.
“Paula, Christopher, and Rachel are having dinner with the neighbors. A question about dessert makes Paula suggest she would like a specific mushroom to eat. Christopher laughs about the joke but suggests Rachel try it. Rachel loves the attention and starts to undress. As she is sucking on her neighbor’s dick, Christopher notices she is leaking sperm. Rachel admits she had sex with her friend’s dad. Christopher asks her if she enjoyed it. She says she always does. The neighbor and Paul fuck your daughter for an hour as Paula and the neighbor’s wife test out each other’s toys.”
I squeeze Claudia’s hand, who moves closer to me, trying to support me.
Rebecca raises her shoulders, “I know this is hard for you; I just need one more variable tested.” Rebecca looks at me, “Your daughter comes to you and asks you to have sex with her. You agree. She straddles you and lowers herself on your dick. You notice how horny she is when you slide in her tight but very slippery cunt.”
Rebecca looks from her screen to me, “That’s it, thanks.”
I shake my head in disbelief, “How will this help me?”
“They are chosen based on our suspicions and have generated some interesting measurements. I will confer with a colleague, and we will surely devise a solution to your problems.”

Who Am I?

Rebecca returns with a guy dressed in fashionable dark blue. He looks as much out of place as I feel.
“Tom Barnell, good to meet you.”
I nod at him, still shaken by the stories Rebecca had told me and her claim they were based on actual events.
Tom scratches his head, “There is no… easy way to tell you this. But we believe something extremely illegal happened.”
I’m starting to sweat. The idea of losing my days with Rachel feels like someone hit me in my stomach. From helping me, this is turning into using it as proof I am unfit as a father.
“I’m just different, I… I didn’t mean to hurt Rachel, I… I will change,” I say.
“No, nothing like that, though it has something to do with how you feel. Ben… we believe your memory has been substituted. That you are programmed to react to certain events in your life.” With ‘program,’ he made air quotes, making me feel he was dumbing it down for me.
I shake my head; this is too crazy, “Why would you think this?”
“I think we got lucky. Before you got here for treatment, Rebecca talked to Paula, who had her idea of why you were different. And Rebecca just did her job and double-checked herself. Your past, which Paula told us about, differs from the past in your files. Rebecca contacted us because fucking around with memory is highly illegal.”
I take a quick breath, “I am so not following you. Who is us?”
“I’m from the Bureau of Internal Security.”
I hear Claudia give a squeak, and her hand tightens around my arm. What Tom tells me doesn’t help me much. My world, my life, my past a lie?
“You are Ben Sanders, but you grew up in this city. You were never a boy on a farm, as Paula said you were. You had normal parents, you went to school here… and then your parents died in a, what we now find suspicious, poisoning incident. You almost died together with them, though we think this had all been planned. You were taken for treatment, and that is where your file starts missing parts until a few months later when you are attending school again. I guess then as Farmer Ben with a fresh set of memories.”
“I don’t understand… why and who would do that? My parents died when I was twenty-one.” I realize this guy is telling me that the parents I have no memory of are killed, and the parents I do have a memory of… never existed.
“We don’t know, but we have a suspicion. The thing is, Ben, it worked too well on you. And because of that, you stood out. We believe that what they wanted to create was someone with a dislike for promiscuity. Someone who would get triggered at certain events in your life. These were triggers like your daughter’s advancement through the different classes. But they must have kept close watch, so we need to be very careful from here on.”
My body tenses, “So, my problems are because someone wanted to use me?”
“Yes, that is what we believe. They reprogrammed you to be like how we were a hundred years ago, but you supplied the issues with remorse concerning incestuous behavior. They unintentionally doubled the effect, making it hard for you to act… more normal. You had, let’s say, episodes where you just… could explode. The other terrorists we never found, but y…”
I interrupt him, “I am not a terrorist!”
“No, don’t get me wrong, you are not. It’s more that you could become a terrorist. Are you in contact with anyone that thinks similar?”
“No, I don’t have friends.”
“Fine, I guess they didn’t start then. It’s a shame because we are trying everything to stop them. Within days, we could have another attack.”
I did have people that were thinking alike. But they were… I want to keep them out of this. They are not…
Claudia pushes me, “What about that letter? On the fridge? Next to that nice drawing, the one with flowers, the house, and the happy family that Rachel made for you? Where your humongous dick is fucking Paula, and your daughter is watching?”
I feel my face redden as Tom smiles at her description of Rachel’s drawing, “That is nothing; they are just harmless people…”
“This is important, Ben; anything may help us. If we could please see this letter.”
I lift my shoulders, “Fine, I will quickmail a picture.”
“But, you have met the people from this letter?”
“Once, yes. They did not look like bad people, just with… similar interests. Ohw, fuck…”
Barnell’s eyebrows almost touched each other, “What?”
“If I said, ‘Victor,’ would that be of any…”
Tom shifts nervously on his chair, “Where are you meeting these people? When is the next meeting?”
“It’s every Saturday evening. But I can tell you where it is.”
“Thanks, we will check it out. And…we will get you fixed. Rebecca and her team will take care of that.”

Rebecca smiles at me, and I feel she is about to tell me something horrid. Claudia must have the same feeling, clutching my arm to prevent me from running away.
I inhale and look at the ceiling, “Can you return my memories? Will that make me more… understanding about my daughter? Will I have a more normal life?”
“We can try to unblock the old ones, but we cannot erase what you have. We can, but that will not have the desired effect. I don’t think you want to be a toddler in a 30-year-old body. We can augment your memory with the old experiences. And you need to be re-educated, those memories made real for you and affirmed so they can change your feelings about… sex. But you will always be, in some effect, jealous because your other persona will bleed through. You will still find it hard to enjoy it with your daughter. But maybe, with enough training, that will be suppressed, and you can be like you were when you were young. A former Sexuality Preferences Report mentions that you had quite a crush on your mother when you were twelve.”
Claudia snickers.
“I guess I like older women better than young,” I say.
“No, you don’t!”
“Jealous?”
Claudia hits my arm. I feel the pain, but I smile at her.
Rebecca looks unfazed, “It means that your real parent’s upbringing successfully countered your problems with incest. Something erased with your reprogramming. You can have a more normal life back, Ben.”

I have been at the hospital for a week and am again strapped to a bed, a more modern approach with humming machines that do ‘something’ with my brain.
Claudia tries to cheer me up every day when she returns from school, mostly in very naughty ways. And on the weekends, when Claudia is selling sex toys in her parent’s shop, Rachel visits me.
Rachel and Claudia have become best friends. And after finally reading Rachel’s SPR, I understand they have a funny connection. Both enjoy being watched. However, Claudia prefers me to do the watching.

They arrested some of the people behind the attacks and even found more like me. I was surprised to hear most of them were women. More susceptible to the idea of chasteness, as they explained to me.

Sexual Re-Education

I have not felt love like this in a long time, like how I feel about Claudia. I feel tingles in my chest as a 12-year-old having their first crush. A feeling I now remember having. And a sudden sadness as it had been a crush on my mother, whom, with my returning memories, I lost again.

I sit alone at my kitchen table while Claudia instructs the people in the living room. A script she wrote to help me with my re-education. As if her inviting Rachel and Christopher was not enough, her father’s inclusion in this evening's role-play made it much harder for me. Too many dicks to my taste with only two girls. However, even though she wrote the events, things were in liaison with the doctors assigned to my case.
Claudia takes her job as my sexual educator very seriously. My lost memories need to be affirmed by putting me in emotionally challenging situations. So, with some trepidation, I am awaiting what this evening will bring me.

She is constantly feeding me with her sexual history, one that might be even crazier than what I now expect my daughter to have had. Maybe her family’s occupational choices should have clued me in. She tells me how she did things with her dad, how much she enjoyed having sex when they had visitors, and then asks me how I had sex with my family. Creating a connection to my past, where I also did crazy things, where my parents did crazy things... And I remember more details as they merge with my… being Ben. My acceptance of the idea of sharing pleasure with others, with the family you love, slowly changes.

The gist of it is that having sex is not the same as loving someone. It was about pleasure; some change and variety are wonderful and the basis for a healthy relationship. To have sex with the one you love is still paramount, but occasional sidesteps are healthy and certainly if done and enjoyed together.

Claudia invited them for a ‘session.’ Christopher, Rachel, and her own father.
I hear them in the other room: Rachel’s squeaks of surprised excitement, Christopher’s laughter—the voice of Claudia’s father. I am nervous, my fingernails digging into my palms.
Her father is about my age; I was surprised when I met him for the first time, though Claudia’s looks should have given away that he had a different ancestry. When he introduced himself as Amir Cooper, I understood he was of mixed heritage, and Claudia’s pitch-black hair made perfect sense.

A naked Claudia opens the door and beckons me to enter.
“Do I need to undress?” I say.
“No, but you can if you want.”
This is going to be a difficult start. She is still 14, and even though her intentions are good, she has some motives that are purely centered around her desires. That may be why she jumped at the chance of organizing these events.

Paula had different plans when we bought this apartment, and she had chosen furniture that could easily be converted to a super-size bed for a dozen people. At least now, it would be used for its intended purpose. The bright yellow couches were folded flat and pushed together. Both men are sitting against two large cushions, their legs spread and their already slightly swollen dicks in full sight. Claudia seats me at the edge on the other side.
Her father looks to be in a good mood, and I am biting my lip as I feel more nervous.
His dick is circumcised, something that reminds me of the short stories Rebecca had told me to measure my brain’s responses. The story about the neighbor that fucked Rachel for an hour springs to mind. I think I should be happy that the neighbor was not invited.
While I look at Rachel and see her happily talking with Christopher on the bed, this still is painful. I think of all the possibilities of how this play will unfold, but I know it will be an act between them. I hope Claudia will do something with Rachel, but Christopher and Amir’s boners predict this will not go that way. I feel literally ‘fucked’ with my clothes on.
I smile as Claudia jumps on the makeshift bed and seductively looks at me as she crawls to Christopher. Claudia is different from Rachel and needs more help to get lubricated. But as she crawls on all fours to Christopher, I see a sheen of wetness on her chili-red inner labia. Swollen, they are already poking from between her beautiful labia majora. I feel my dick stir when she wriggles her ass, the smile on her face as she looks at me, inviting me.
Where Rachel is thin as a reed, Claudia is more rounded. She likes to eat, and I like to feed her. Her rounded little ass is something to worship, and I really should. But she was shy, and I was not much better. I should ask her what she really likes me to do.
It is no surprise to see Rachel crawl towards Amir. Her eyes are glued on a new cock to please, a new cock to experience deep in what still was hidden in the shadow between her labia.
I know what will happen, and it would be no problem if I were more normal.

Claudia starts licking Christopher’s dick. Having seen Rachel do the same at her party, I notice they both have a technique likely tailored to their dads. I feel hurt knowing Rachel had another one in my place. But her happiness is more important, and I must admit I was not there for her.
It really is scripted, a play for me to watch and experience emotions that should jog me. For the time being, Rachel is just masturbating Amir to keep him hard as they both watch Claudia and Christopher.
Claudia is not easy on him; I hear slurping sounds as she tries to take as much of him as possible in her mouth. I love how her body moves, the restless little minx I want to be mine forever.
Christopher tries to slow her down and places a hand on her ass. It has the effect of stroking a cat, as Claudia becomes ‘catatonic.’ Gently sucking on Christopher as he slowly strokes her ass cheeks. His large fingers pull her ass apart. Her sphincter comes in perfect view, a wide reddish ring, a crinkled muscle. His index finger touches it, like a finger placed on lips to silence. He teases her with soft movements, and I hear her mumbling around his cock in appreciation, but as an even more clear sign, her skin shows goosebumps as her excitement grows.
My shoulders slump as I realize she loves it. And I hear her repeating the words “Mwy Lwov Iwt,” and she purrs like a cat. I feel stupid, I should have done this for her, but I knew only later she loved anal. I didn’t ask her, and I felt bad I hadn’t… Claudia, who didn’t get wet that easily before, becomes so wet that it starts leaking along her red and engorged slit.
“Ihn Phleash,” she says, and Christopher laughs. He pushes against her sphincter; dry as it is, it pushes her dark red star inside. Claudia lifts her head as he pushes, and I hear her squeak when all the knuckles of his finger find their way inside. He keeps it deep, and Claudia starts moaning. His arm muscles twitch rhythmically, and I understand he is moving his finger inside her rectum. Claudia enjoys it and stops sucking on his dick, resting her head in his loins. His finger moves in and out, her sphincter clinging to it, and I hear her wheezing moans.
Claudia’s labia are more developed than Rachel’s, her clitoral hood prominent between the two ridges. And with her arousal peaking, she starts to open, giving me a sight of the red, wet flesh surrounding its dark entrance. I want to kiss her between her legs, make love to that wonderfully thick clit.
Amir looks with interest at his daughter and then at me… and smiles. He takes one of her breasts in his hand and pinches the nipple but realizes it is not part of the story and quickly removes his hand. A furtive look in my direction to see if I noticed his interest in pleasuring his daughter is warming. He strokes his hand through my daughter’s hair, who gives his cock a quick lick, eager to suck him but waiting for her cue.
Claudia moves up, pressing her tits in Christopher’s face, and he eagerly sucks a nipple into his mouth. She straddles him and rubs her slit along his hardened length. I am slightly disheartened as I see how wet she is. Christopher’s leg shines with her juices. Her arms are around his head, and I hear her moans accentuated by her fast breathing. She tries to pull him to the side in an attempt to have him lie on his back. Christopher understands her and pulls her with him as he scoots from the pillow. With him on his back, she moves to the balls of her feet. As Christopher steadies her, she grabs his thick cock and places the head at her entrance. With a giggle and moan, she lowers herself. She takes her time to get accustomed to his girth as she slowly pushes it deeper. Their hands meet, and their fingers interlock as they stare into each other’s eyes.
Carefully, she starts to move, steadied by Christopher as he holds her hands. It is a marvelous sight to see his fat cock fuck into her. Quickly, her juices coat his full length, and I see her speed up. A minute later, she is bouncing on him, panting loudly. Little squeaks and moans tell me she is having a great time. I am amazed at how long she can keep it up, my little love having energy I didn’t think she had the power in her body for. Her breathing has changed to wheezing, and I see her face contort with pleasure, her teeth clenched as she is riding Christopher’s cock.
“I lo…ve… youiir…thic..hiii..cock.”
I feel jealous, but it is because I love her; I want her to cum so badly and enjoy it fully. I want to kiss her as she is stretched around Christopher’s dick. I want to see up close how her labia are clinging to him. I want him to fuck my girl to a wonderful orgasm…I want him to fuck her silly.
My dick is stretching my pants, and even though I feel like a… voyeur. I open up my trousers to relieve my aching dick. I slowly start stroking myself, enjoying the eye candy.

Christopher must have felt it, the muscles of her cunt gripping the fat ridge of his corona, which is rubbing her insides. His hands grab her breasts, his fingers taking her nipples between them. Claudia’s eyes widen, her mouth open, and I hear her climax. Her legs tremble and shake, and she slumps forward, embracing Christopher’s head as she thanks him with many words for her orgasm. She is a well-brought-up girl and her knowledge of etiquette shows.
Claudia rolls off him and grins at me. I return her grin.

Christopher darkens her with his shadow as he moves on top of her. His dick is still hard as a rock. I chuckle when Claudia pretends to be surprised. Her eyes open wide, and her fingers touch her lips as she forms a silent "O" of surprise.
She helps him, guiding his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He slides back into her swollen warmth. Christopher fucks into her with no restraint, Claudia’s hands hitting the couch as the feeling, so close after her previous orgasm, is quickly getting too much when he grinds his pelvis against her oversensitive clit. She quickly has another climax, her head shaking from side to side as he keeps his pace, and she has problems handling the feeling. The squelching sound coming from where they are joined makes me more horny. My dick almost hurts because of the strain on its skin.
I don’t know if she is acting or really having the time of her life, but it arouses her father, Rachel, and me. Rachel has stopped stroking Amir. Intently watching Claudia and her… father. And Amir’s cock remains fully erect without a hand touching it.
Claudia is constantly looking into my eyes as Christopher fucks into her. Her eyes and smile tell me everything. And her mouth forms a silent ‘I love you.’ I nod, and her smile extends. Suddenly, she looks up at Christopher, and I see her stomach contract as another orgasm washes over her. Her grunts sound surprised, as if she had not expected it. Loud ‘Hi’s,’ and I see her lunge forward, grasping Christopher by his sides. I imagine her pussy contracting around his dick. The vice-like grip I had the pleasure of feeling before. He keeps fucking her with just a few more strokes, but I see him falter, pausing for seconds to delay his own orgasm. But Claudia had other plans, pulling herself toward him and sucking one of his nipples inside her mouth. Her tongue is too much for Christopher, and he gives in. He increases his speed and depth and finally pushes deep into her as he throws his head backward.
Christopher grunts, his first shots of spunk firing deep inside Claudia, but he pulls his dick out of her. He ejaculates the rest of his seed on her agape pussy.
Claudia’s cunt is splattered with strings of Christopher’s semen, an enormous amount that feels almost unreal. Connecting her labia like a bridge of shining white liquid. Some of it slowly leaks down the cleft of her ass, clinging to her skin as creamy honey.
She looks at the mess on her pussy and giggles, “Wow, you cum a lot.”
I think about the party where Rachel felt him cum inside her, and I realize she said that not because it was the first time but because she loved the feeling of being filled to the brink. I feel my stomach tense.
I remember my mother telling me when she finally felt me shoot in her. Her praise delighted me when she explained how nice and warm it felt—her boy who filled her with his special love.
I return the smile Claudia gives me. The glint in her eyes warms me even more.

As Christopher’s dick softens on his belly and the last dribbles of sperm leak out, Rachel starts her show for me.
Rachel is more careful; her hand plays softly with Amir’s balls as she sucks him.
Claudia beckons me to sit next to her as she wipes Christopher’s sperm from herself with a tissue.
Amir’s hand caresses Rachel’s cheek. I hear him talk to her softly, and she takes his cock out of her mouth to smile at him. Amir lifts Rachel and places her with her tummy on the large pillow he used to lean against.
I am again looking at my daughter’s naked ass, but now from so much closer. Her perfectly smooth skin, her light amber-colored labia that keeps her sex still hidden.
The bed moves when Amir positions himself behind her. He lifts her by her hips and moves her slightly. I suspect so I could see better. His dick is a little bit thinner than Christopher’s, maybe even than mine. Where Christopher’s was the thickness of her upper arm, Amir’s is close to the size of her lower arm in thickness and length.
“She will love it. I always did. He will not go too deep,” Claudia seems to read my mind. A thin line of clear fluid between Rachel’s labia shows her enthusiasm.
Amir pulls her lips apart, her glistening dark red flesh and the entrance to her vagina so clear for me to see. He places his dick against it and rubs along its wet surface. He doesn’t wait when Rachel pushes backward, and I see her being split open. I hear her gasp, a wonderful sound.
Amir takes my angel to heaven. He varies his pace, his depth. Sometimes, keeps it in her, waiting for a few heartbeats, then continuing his slow fucking into her. I am mesmerized by the view.
Claudia tugs on my pants, and I feel light-headed at the thought of Rachel seeing me get aroused as she is fucked by someone else. But Claudia is determined and yanks at it with all her strength. I give up, raising my ass off the couch bed, and let her take it off. My shorts and shirt quickly follow. I can’t take my eyes off my daughter and Amir. I hear her moans, the same yelps that have been etched in my mind since Christopher fucked her at that party. Claudia’s hand wraps around my dick. I feel my heartbeat pulsing in her hand.
Rachel looks at me and then at Claudia’s hand around my hard-on; a brief smile changes into a grimace when Amir slowly pushes inside. Her breathing is emphasized with whimpers. Claudia’s father increases his speed, pulling my daughter with his hands on her hips along his shaft.
“She is enjoying, don’t you hear? My father has a nice technique, don’t you think?” Claudia says.
I nod, unable to speak, as I witness Rachel and Amir’s pleasure.
Rachel clutches the pillow, her hands digging into the surface.
Claudia’s thumb glides over my dickhead, spreading my pre-cum over its bloated surface, her hand squeezing as if she wants to test my hardness.
Claudia whispers in my ear, “I loved it when my dad had sex with me. He can go so long without pause. Can you hear her panting? Hear the lovely sounds her pussy is making? She loves it like I did when I was… nine.” Claudia leans forward, giving my nipple a wet lick. Her warm tongue rasps over it and makes me shiver. Delicious tickles that send spikes of pleasure through my body. My ass clenches, my stomach tenses, and I close my eyes as I give in to the pleasure.
Claudia stops and looks into my eyes, “I want you to give your daughter what my father gave me: the love of her father.”
My voice sounds hoarse, “I don’t know if she wants that.”
Claudia chuckles, “I think what she wants is very clear.”
“Dad!” Claudia says.
Amir strokes my daughter’s back, a finger trailing along her spine, sending shivers through her body that ripple along her sides. He smiles and wraps his fingers around her narrow hips. His thrusts become deeper. Rachel, when he bottoms into her, gives a squeak, and when he pulls out a long whimper.
Rachel buries her face into the pillow. Her whimpers become muffled howls. Amir’s eyes open wide, and his body tenses when he cums. His buttocks clench, and he pulls my daughter against his loins. With each spurt of semen in her, I see his abdomen contract. Slowly he pulls out, her pussy agape when his semen starts dripping out. I hear her pussy sputter and globs of semen drip along her slit. A long strand of opaque white drips along the insides of her legs towards her knees—the yellow pillow is stained with a darker shade.
Claudia takes my hand and puts it against Rachel. I feel her naked skin under my fingers, the warmth she emanates.
“Now, your turn,” Claudia says.
I shake my head, pulling my hand back.
Claudia takes my cock and nods, “He has less issues with it, and so does Rachel.”
I hear Rachel softly whimper, “Please.”
I cannot deny I want to fuck her, want to feel the warmth of her pussy. Claudia pushes me with all her strength. I know she wants me to break this barrier. And both me and Rachel want it. I get on my knees and move behind her. I feel the eyes of everybody on me. Claudia looks delighted, Amir grins, and Christopher… nods approvingly. His silent “Go” makes me decide.
I look upon my daughter’s back. I run my fingers over her milky cream skin, my finger teasing the cleft of her buttocks. I see her shiver, sexual anticipation made visual when she waves her butt at me. I place my thumbs inside, opening them like I peel an orange. I love the sight of her asshole and how it transforms into the two thick ridges of her labia. She pushes backward, and I know…
My cockhead feels the heat she produces the moment I place it at her entrance. It feels like she has a fever. One of my hands reaches beneath her, my fingers touching her tummy while I guide my dick inside her. Her tightness makes it hard for me to enter, but a short thrust forward… and I feel her vaginal muscle give way as it enters her burning pussy. With my dick just part embedded in her, I wait for a sign. A sign that she is fine with what I do. I feel her hand on mine, stroking my fingers. Her fingers grip me, pulling me toward her. I give in, give in to my lust.
Her cunt is the tightest I could have ever imagined, but at the same time, so wet I push in without much resistance, her warm velvet insides a pleasure to my dick. It will be her lubrication mixed with Amir’s sperm that makes her so slippery, and I don’t care about the last. I start to fuck my angel. I feel conflict, my head telling me I shouldn’t be doing this, and my loins telling me otherwise. Both feelings are tearing at my heart, but lust is rapidly winning. With my hands around her ass, I fuck into her, long but not too deep strokes. My dick is smeared with Amir’s semen, and my corona is scraping out even more. Rachel starts to breathe heavily, and so do I. It’s an unreal sight; her narrow ass almost fits in one hand. But I remember myself doing this before, with friends from school, having sex with some of the girls in class. And now I hope Rachel did the same, unhindered by my stupidity.
I hear her sob, and I, soaring in my heaven with Rachel, plummet down. I stop mid-stroke, holding her ass with my hands, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I am so afraid she is doing this for me, and her lubrication is nothing but semen—and not even mine. I feel her push back, impaling herself on my cock and taking over the motion. I feel elated when I realize she loves what we are doing, and her sobs are a sign of love.
I take over, pulling and pushing her on my dick. Rachel rocks on her pillow back and forth, trying to match my rhythm. We synchronize our movement, and I feel… our feelings synchronize. Her delicious-sounding wheezes, the lubrication of her pussy, the wet sound, and the little farts of air as I fuck into her. All enhance the wonderful feeling of fucking her… tight… cunt.
I am out of breath, but I must tell her what a father should not say to his daughter. Or should he? “I love… to fuck you.” Admitting it, adding to it all, all my emotions, the sensations on my cock, and the response from Rachel is too much, and I feel my searing hot sperm blast through my tubes.
Rachel freezes, her moan stifled as she presses her face into the pillow. Her cunt becomes even more wet. Her sudden orgasm surprises me. I feel her stomach twitch, and I stop my motion after pushing it in as deep as I dare, still spewing the last of my semen in her. Her cunt ripples along my shaft with each of her contractions. Her anus winks with each wave of pure pleasure.

Rachel cries as she hugs me. She has no need for words, and I wrap my arms around her. “I am sorry. Will you forgive me?”
Her sobs change to laughs, “It was… not your… fault.”
My hug presses the last bit of air out of her lungs, but she smiles and kisses me all over.
Claudia joins our hug, and I see her eyes are wet like mine.

An hour after they are gone, I get a message from Rachel. I see a code for access to an application for a specific purple piece of panties. I smile when I see it.
“You are so going to fuck up her school results,” Claudia says.
I grin at her, “And yours…”
She shakes her head, “I so regret giving you mine; I actually want to finish my studies and start my own shop.”

***

Claudia’s parents are very enthusiastic about me. Claudia tells me it is likely because I am a one-in-a-million, someone to fit with their one-in-a-million daughter—a jealous guy who was the perfect complement to her strange version of voyeurism. And truthfully, she feels perfect for me. We are a sexual Yin and Yang. Her crazy and abundant ideas slight my barriers as if she is a sledgehammer.
The memories of my real parents have resurfaced, and I have new friends to help me mourn their loss. I learned Christopher is not a bad guy at all, and I see Paula more as a friend and just… my daughter's biological mother. Rachel, now finally free from keeping her sex life hidden, transformed into something I love even more.

Claudia lies curled against my stomach; I feel her radiating heat—my little hot water bottle. I pull her closer to me. She struggles against it in her sleep but becomes silent when I wedge my fingers between her asscheeks and find her little warm asshole. Every cat has its spot to keep them still.
I may have lost most of my jealousy. But my experience has taught me to act like I do. I don’t feel the pain, yet I can make my love happy. Me and my sexual re-educator… we are a funny pair.