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"Your daughter -- your ten-year-old kit -- just told me I should 'be willing to share you'. What, exactly, did she mean by that?"

Busted. When your fiancée gives you that look... I asked a counter-question to give myself time to think. "What was the context?"

"She told me she understood I was going to be her new Mommy, and she hoped I'd make you happy and the other way around. And then she gave me that line about sharing."

"If I had to guess..."

Rhonda came in and gave me a "don't be an idiot" look. "We can trust Lucy, Daddy, I can tell, 'n besides, she's gonna be my new Mommy. She'll be living with us all the time. We gotta trust her. Please, Daddy?"

I was so busted.

"Tell me what?" Lucy asked.

I was a sucker for Ronni's "Please," and now both of them were giving me that look. I cleared my throat and did my best to explain.

"It all started with a sleepover. Rhonda invited five of her friends over for a pajama party on her seventh birthday. They spent the afternoon on the playset in the backyard. Whenever they got too hot, one of them turned on the hose and they took turns spraying each other. When they got tired of that, I served cake & ice cream, then put Enchanted in the DVD player and gave myself a well-earned rest. I ordered in a bunch of pizza, and was instantly voted 'Daddy of the Year'."

"Well, you are," Rhonda put in, "The other daddies do hamburgers 'n hot dogs in the summer. I like them. But they take forever to cook. 'N it's the same thing over and over. But pizza... lots of different tastes 'n it's so delicious."

"You see what I mean?" I shrugged. "After dinner they wanted another movie, so I put in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. By then it was well past their bedtime, so I insisted they lie down and dimmed the lights."

"And then what?"

"We were too excited to go to sleep." Rhonda said, "We played 'Spin the Bottle'. The spinner had to lick the other person's face -- like a feral dog. And everybody laughed. After a while we got bored with that 'n we switched to 'Truth or Dare'. We were being quiet about it, really. But then Marianne spun, 'n the bottle pointed at Julia, 'n she said, 'Dare' 'n Marianne challenged her to do a handstand for a minute, 'n Julia had only done one button on her top, 'n when she was upside down it came undone 'n we could all see her nipples 'n they were huge 'n stuck out like vitamin pills. We were already pretty giggly so we all started laughing."

"I'd gone up to my room to work on my latest book. I got several pages done, then I noticed it was getting noisy. I walked downstairs..."

"Julia did her handstand." Rhonda interrupted, "She was giggling really hard, but she did it. Then she spun the bottle again, 'n Daddy got to the bottom of the stairs just then. He said, 'You cubs are supposed to be asleep.' 'N the bottle was pointing right at Daddy. So we giggled about that, 'n Julia asked, 'Truth or Dare, Mr. Sawyer.' Daddy just stood there with his mouth open. So we all started laughing again."

"It took me about 3 seconds to realize what was going on. Looking back, I realize I should have been the grown up and just told them to quiet down. But I said the first thing I thought of, which was 'Dare.' I figured they'd make me crow like a rooster or something silly like that."

"And Julia just looked at Daddy 'n dared him to show us his pee-place."

"And I said, 'Now, wait just a darn a minute,' but the problem was, by saying, 'Dare,' I'd accepted the rules of the game. I had to do the dare, or be a welsher. Then Julia said, 'I'll show mine if you show yours,' and Holly said the same thing, with Sabrina about a second behind. I was stuck. So I pulled down my PJs and let them look."

"You didn't," Lucy said.

"I sure did. It was almost like I was in a trance of some sort. And they all came up to get a close look. Holly and Sabrina had pulled down their bottoms and were sitting with their legs crossed, giving me a good view of their bunny-slits. Julia was staring at my penis with her green eyes wide and her mouth open. After a few seconds, she reached out slowly toward it. That woke me up from the trance. 'Don't,' I told her, and pulled my PJ bottom back up. Julia looked around and noticed Holly & Sabrina and remembered her promise. So she pulled her bottom off completely, and lay down with her legs spread. I could see her piss hole and her cunt and her little nub of a clit, her tail and the hole it normally covered, ... everything. Cubs these days... It's a miracle none of them talked about it, I would have been charged with some sort of indecency with minors, or at least thrown out of the neighborhood. But by some miracle, they all just looked and nobody told their parents."

"So?"

"I went back upstairs. The cubs were quiet the rest of the night, so I figured it was just isolated curiosity or maybe Julia wanted to score one on the grown-up. But when I got into bed, I tossed and turned, remembering... thinking about Julia's expression as she put out her hand. She'd looked, well, hungry. At last I gave up and jacked off, imagining Julia's little paw wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down, faster and faster, until I came."

"So you had a 'thing' for little kittens?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I hadn't realized it until that party, but Julia made me aware of it. Of course, I wasn't planning to do anything about it, just thinking about the harm I could do made me feel sick. But Julia started becoming part of my fantasies."

"Tell Lucy about Mr. Connors's party, Daddy."

"Okay, sweetums. Nathan -- Julia's father -- used to live next door. About four months after Ronnie's party, he organized a 'mixer'. At least that's what he called it. He invited a bunch of his friends and co-workers: singles, divorced, widowed like me. Put out a bunch of snack foods, showed a romantic comedy on his home theater. After dinner, he put out four Twister® boards on his living room carpet, because there were so many of us. He then announced we would be playing 'strip twister'. If you fell, you had to take off an article of clothing, then you were allowed to find a new spot with the required color dots. When you were down to only your undies, you could choose to drink a shot instead.

"Sounds pretty risque."

"Well, he'd sent the kits downstairs to the rumpus room with a bunch of snacks and toys and simple board games and G-rated DVDs, and a couple of teenage skunks from across the street to watch them. So it was adults only, and after all, the whole purpose of the party was get people hooked up."

"Did you win, or lose."

I continued, pausing occasionally to remember as accurately as I could.

"I'm pretty agile, but some of the people there were 10 years younger than me. Eventually I was down to my Fruit-of-the-Looms, and drank a shot instead of going naked. A while later, another shot. After that, I wasn't so steady, so I ended up having a few more. By then, taking my undies off didn't seem like such a bad idea, so there I was playing Twister naked. But the drinks caught up with me, and I started feeling woozy. Nathan's girlfriend -- a skunk-girl -- guided me upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms to recover -- by that time it was the only empty bedroom."

I sat there a while, then I lay down. I was just starting to drift off to sleep when a stacked tigress walked in. More accurately, "staggered in." Uma, I think her name was. Stark naked, like me.

"Oh, I didn't know this room was in use," she said.

"That's okay," I answered. "I'm here on top of the bed, you can get into the sheets. I won't bother you, I promise."

"Okay," she said. Then she seemed to notice that I was just as naked as she was. She looked at my cock -- already starting to swell from looking at her -- with that same wide-eyed, jaw-dropped stare that I'd seen on Julia in that Truth or Dare game. "And what if I want to be bothered?"

"Well, in that case..."

She leaned over and kissed me. Then she lay down with one leg across mine, and we kissed some more. Then there was groping, and me kissing her nipples, and I was hard as a rock and she had her hand around my cock... And she jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I heard her throwing up in there. When she came back, she looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, I don't feel so good..."

"That's okay," I told her. What else can you say in a situation like that?

Uma had left the bathroom door half open. There was a mirror on it, and in the mirror was a green eye and some orange&cream curls that looked familiar...

Uma climbed under the sheets and fell asleep. I was frustrated, but I didn't want to jack off with Uma in the bed next to me. I pulled the coverlet over myself, turned off the light, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. Eventually.

"Look, Wally," my beloved wolf said, "I don't care about your previous conquests. Or even your failures. I just want to know what's going on with my future step-daughter,"

"I'm leading up to that. You need to hear the whole story or you won't understand what's going on."

"He's right, Mama Lucy," Rhonda put in. "It all goes together."

I woke up a couple of hours later. Uma was gone, but there was a warm body under the coverlet with me. A naked warm body. Snuggled up, fur pressed tight against mine from chest to crotch. That's what woke me up. When I moved, two hands came up and pulled my head down for a kiss. A deep kiss. She tasted delicious. I responded in kind. We moved on, me nibbling on her ears, sucking on the side of her neck. I reached for her breast, but she pushed my hand down between her legs instead. "Ummm..." she murmured as my fingers found her clit.

Then a hand was around my cock, moving slowly up and down. I was incredibly hard by then, even more because of my unfinished encounter earlier. When I started leaking pre-cum, she spread it over the head of my cock, then guided my fingers into her cunt. It felt very tight, like the ultimate "snapping pussy."

"Here," she whispered, and pulled me on top of her. I found the opening of her cunt and pressed against her. "Aaah!" she gasped out, but her legs wrapped partway around mine and urged me in. She was tight, very tight, so I moved slowly. Another "Aaah!" and I was in. I started moving slowly, and her legs pulled me into a rhythm. The state I was in, I only lasted a couple of minutes, but she moaned "Ohhhhh" just before I came inside her.

She slipped out of bed while I was recovering and padded quietly out of the room.

I went back to sleep again, feeling very relaxed and happy.

"Wait a minute," Lucy asked. "Are you saying that she... that you..."

I nodded, and went on with the story.

I woke up again around midnight. As the fog cleared from my brain, I realized what was weird about that encounter. The furry body pressed against mine had been short. Nearly two feet shorter than me. From shoulders to mid-thighs, she had barely reached from my chest to my crotch. My head had been bent down as far as it would go when we kissed. And I hadn't felt any breasts; my mysterious lover had been completely flat-chested. That's probably why she deflected my hand from her tits to her pussy. And I remembered the green eye in the mirror. I was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

I suppressed the urge to run to the bathroom and throw up. Instead, I switched on the lamp, got dressed, walked next door. I threw up in my own bathroom, rinsed out my mouth, brushed my teeth, and went back to bed.

I was still feeling the effects the next morning, so when the alarm went off I hit the "snooze" button without thinking about it. That meant I had to rush breakfast for Rhonda, luckily she'd gotten dressed all by herself. I walked Ronnie out to the curb, and Julia was already waiting for the school bus. She looked at me, winked, and licked her lips. I couldn't think of a single thing to say, but I felt my face heat up under my fur. I turned away and walked quickly back into the house.

Julia came over after lunch Saturday to play dolls with Rhonda. There was a predatory look in the kitten's eye that made me nervous, so I busied myself in the kitchen making cookies and popcorn. Then I went outside to do some gardening, but we were having a heat wave in Orlando -- the heat and humidity soon drove me inside again. The cubs were having a "tea party" in the dollhouse I'd made Rhonda, so I figured I was safe. After a couple of hours I put them down for a nap in Ronnie's bedroom. After I kissed Rhonda on the cheek, Julia wanted one too. But she managed to turn her head at the last second and kissed me right on the lips.

I went back to my office to write, but Julia came tip-toeing in a few minutes later. "Do you need some water or something," I asked her.

She shook her head No. "I want another kiss."

"Now look, young lady..." I started.

"Don't get all stuffy, Mr. Sawyer. Please? It's not like you forced me or anything. I wanted it. I liked it, you liked it. So stop hammering the teapot."

Hammering the teapot? What? Must be something Julia picked up from her great-gran. Anyway, I got the gist: Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. "Hmmm... Maybe, but I don't think you came."

"Oh, that thing where people make noises and white goo comes out the end? Naw. But it felt really nice. And I like you. Really. A whole lot. I think I love you."

"Oh, that's just a crush. I can't take advantage of..."

Julia looked disgusted. "Not a crush. Something more. I don't know what to call it. But it's not just a crush. And it's not just the pleasure, it's something about you that I really like." She hopped up into my lap. I was already half-erect from our talking, and this didn't help things one bit.

She wriggled in my lap, and laughed. "And you feel the same way about me." She wriggled again for emphasis.

"Do you know what they do with child molesters in this state?"

"You didn't molest me. Maybe I molested you. And I want to 'molest' you again. C'mon, give me a kiss."

Now, again, I should have stood up, dumped her on the floor, and told her to go back to bed. But I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, and it had been so very good Wednesday night. And I couldn't help remembering her pleasure moan at the end.... And she was still wriggling, right on top of my -- now very hard -- cock. So I just sat there with her on top of me. But one thing struck me... she'd known what she was doing....

"Wednesday night wasn't your first time. You knew exactly how. You've 'gone all the way' before, haven't you?"

"Sure, Mr. Sawyer."

"Who got you started?"

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies," she replied. "I won't tell on you. And I won't tell on anybody else, either."

"Anybody? That sounds like more than one fur."

"Young or old, one or a dozen. I'm not telling. I'll tell you this. I liked it the first time. I liked it every time. I liked it a whole bunch with you."

I sat silently digesting this.

"If it makes you that nervous, Mr. Sawyer... You just sit there. I'll do everything. It won't be your fault. I 'molested' you, okay?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of an answer. "Yes," would mean I was agreeing to this. "No," would mean she'd stop. So I did what she said: I just sat there while Julia stood on the chair, bent over and took my head in her little paws, and kissed me, then nibbled my lower lip. My mouth had a mind of its own, apparently, and my tongue found her and played with it. She undid my shirt and pulled it off, then pulled my T-shirt over my head and rubbed her hands over my chest and belly.

Then she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a flat furry chest with big nipples for a kit her age. She took my hand, sucked two fingers into her mouth to wet them, then used them to rub her own nipple. After a minute or so she was moaning in pleasure and I was breathing hard. She stopped just long enough to take off her skirt and panties, revealing her tiny hairless slit. She pulled her labia apart, giving me a fantastic view of her pussy. She used my fingers again to rub her clit and then to finger her "snapper".

She bent down, unzipped my jeans, and reached into my boxers to bring out my cock. She spread her juices on it. Her hand felt so nice, I nearly came right then. I heard a voice murmuring, "Please... please... please..." and realized it was my own. She held me in one hand and slowly squatted down to get my cockhead in the entrance to her cunt. Then she lowered herself farther, her knees on either side of my thighs, driving me all the way into her. She started moving up and down on me. I wasn't quite so over-excited, and managed to last a few minutes, but she started moaning in pleasure again, and the sound sent me over the edge.

When I had shrunk out of her, she took some tissues from my desk and cleaned me off, then herself. She tucked me back into my boxers with a loving pat, then zipped up my jeans. She put her clothes back on, slowly, making sure I got a good look at every stage, a sort of strip-tease in reverse. She kissed me once more, tender and lingering, then hopped back to the floor and rejoined Rhonda in her bed.

Rhonda and Julia scheduled another sleepover the next weekend. I was sure this was a set-up. So I did my best to get out of it. I tried to get one of the teenagers across-the-street to come over and babysit, so I could go out on a date -- I'd go out even if I had to date Broom-Hilda. But Phyllis had a date and Marcia had the flu. Then I called my agent and said I'd do a book signing anywhere, as long as it was far enough away to require an overnight stay. She called me back the next morning and said she tried, but wasn't able to get anything on such short notice.

So I got ready. I put together a complicated dinner that had to be cooked at the last minute, which kept me busy all afternoon. I left Rhonda and Julia with a bunch of Disney/pixar DVDs and their toys while I washed all the pots and pans and dishes afterward. That kept me busy until their bedtime. I put them to bed and headed straight for my room -- I'd turn off the lights, lock the door and pretend to be asleep. I should have known better. To misquote Stranger in a Strange Land, "when a kit is gonna, she's gonna. All a fur can do is cooperate with the inevitable." Julia walked in right behind me. I turned around, saw her, and said something brilliant like, "Wha...".

"Shhh!" she said. "We'll have to be quick. I told Ronnie I needed to go to the bathroom real bad." And just like that, she pulled off her clothes, unzipped and pulled down my jeans, climbed on the chair, pulled my head down for a long kiss, then fingered herself until she was wet. She bent her knees, impaled herself on me, and started moving up and down like somebody dribbling a basketball. I came inside her while she moaned. She cleaned us up and headed back to Rhonda's room.

After a couple more incidents like that, I realized I was falling in love with Julia. Not the adult love I'd had with Rhonda's mother before that drunk driver, but I guess the same kind of "in love" that Julia felt toward me. I was happier, more content, with her around. Not just for sex, just seeing her. Or knowing she was downstairs playing with Rhonda. And I stopped resisting. Whenever she wanted, I was ready. Julia started coming over to play with Rhonda more often. She knew how to do basic things in a kitchen, and she'd often bake Pillsbury roll cookies or biscuits, or make microwave popcorn. And she would always bring me a sample. A freshly-baked cookie or biscuit is delicious. When you add a French kiss and a few seconds of groping, it's absolutely wonderful.

Julia was a study in contradictions. Her pronunciation was nearly as good as an adult's, but her diction was still that of a child, simple sentences strung together with "and". She played dolls and simple games with Rhonda, but in bed she acted like an adult in a child's body: she knew what she wanted and wasn't reluctant to ask for it.

We fell into a routine of sorts. At least one good kiss every time Julia visited. I often wore loose t-shirts and sweat pants around the house, so she could just reach in and grope me. Sex once or twice a week, usually with Julia on top. Or sometimes dog-style. Julia liked that a lot, but I preferred seeing the look of pleasure on her face and fingering her nipples during intercourse.

I did wonder who initiated Julia. Her father? About 90% of child molesters are either relatives or family acquaintances. But Nathan's preferences... I never saw him with a woman under 25, most of his affaires-du-couer were around 30, a little bit plump, and 36D or larger. Looking back on the Twister game, his then-date hadn't shaved her pussy. Then again, should you call what happened with Julia "molestation"? Most people consider any sexual activity with a child to be molestation, but the word really means unwanted touching or advances -- the Latin root "moles" means "trouble", "difficulty", or "annoyance". It was pretty clear that when Julia had sex with me, it was anything but unwanted, troublesome, or annoying.

Then one Saturday night -- a sleepover -- we were fucking like bunnies, dog-style. Pretty vigorous, Julia was braced against the headboard, moaning and panting. And the door opened and Rhonda walked in. She looked at us, me pounding into Julia, except that as soon as I saw her I stopped. Julia looked around to see why I stopped, and muttered, "Uh, oh."

But Rhonda just looked at us, turned, and left. I was so embarrassed. I started to wilt, but Julia started moving against me. Then she clamped down hard on me and that was it, I screamed as I spurted inside her.

Okay, so you were screwing Julia. And your daughter caught you, so you started doing her too?

"It wasn't like that, Mama Lucy. Really. Let me tell the next part?"

I nodded, "Okay."

"I woke up, went into the bathroom to pee, and there were these strange squeaking noises coming from Daddy's room. Loud, and real fast, squeee, squee, squee, squee. And Julia hadn't been in bed when I woke up. So I went to see what was happening. And there were Daddy and Julia, no clothes. They were bouncing around on the bed. It didn't make any sense. But I found out what was making that odd noise. And where Julia was. So I went back to bed.

"Next morning, I asked Julia about it, 'n she said something about liking Daddy a lot. She said most cubs our age didn't like it. But she did, it felt good, 'n it made Daddy feel good. I liked feeling good. Eating ice cream, going way up in a swing, things that made me feel good, 'n making Daddy feel good, that sounded nice too. 'C'n I make Daddy feel good, too?' Well, Julia looked real nervous, 'n she stammered. She always talks so nice. She sounds more like a 10-year old than like our other friends, 'n finally she said I should talk ta Daddy about it. But I should spend a long time thinkin' about it first. She also said I should never tell nobody about what I saw. Not teachers or the school couns'l'r, not even our best friends at school. She said if anybody found out, they would take Daddy away, 'n I would have to go live with strangers. That sounded horr'ble. So I never said nothin' about it to anybody but Daddy and Julia. And now you. I trust you, please?"

Most of the time Rhonda's pronunciation was pretty good, but when she got excited she tended to simplify words as she had when she was four.

I went on:

The next time Julia came over, she told me what she and Rhonda talked about. I was glad she'd warned Ronnie not to tell anybody. For me to say that would be too much like the abusing father telling his little girl-kit to keep her mouth shut or bad things would happen. After that, we were careful to always keep the bedroom door locked.

---

But a week later, Julia told me, "Ronnie wants to watch us."

"What?"

"She said she thought about it. And she wasn't sure, and maybe if she can see us do it she'll have a better idea whether she wants to."

"You're part of this too. How do you feel about letting her watch?"

"Oh, no problem."

I stopped to consider. "I'm worried that even watching us will frighten her or something. What do you think? Did you ever watch?"

She nodded. "I watched two people. It didn't bother me, it made me excited. But I don't know how Ronnie will react."

I thought about it some more. The risks of letting a little kit watch me fuck her best friend. The risks of making it seem all mysterious and scary. I finally decided knowledge was better than mystery. "Okay, we can show her before the two of you have your nap."

"Mmmm hmmm..." Julia nodded, grinning saucily at me. We talked about it some more, and decided that Julia would be the leader, visibly in control, like that first time in my bedroom.

I told Rhonda my decision at breakfast. "A little bit after lunch, okay, honey?" Ronnie nodded. "And if you change your mind, that's okay, too." "Sure, Daddy." She nodded again.

I ordered pizza again for lunch, it was the cubs' favorite food. After lunch I put a Doris Day/Rock Hudson comedy in the player. If Rhonda said "Yuck! Mush stuff," or something like that, I'd remind her that Julia and I were going to do "mush stuff." But she watched it intently. She didn't always seem to get the motivation, but she liked the film and laughed in all the right places.

Then we went up to the bedroom. We usually did our foreplay under the covers, but Rhonda would want to see everything, so I'd turned up the heat a couple of degrees. I adjusted my desk chair to be comfortable for Rhonda. "You don't have to do this," I reminded her. "If it scares you, or makes you want to throw up or anything else bad, speak up and we'll stop."

"Yes, Daddy." Rhonda stuck out her tongue at me, then grinned

Julia and I sat down on the bed and started kissing. Then her tongue touched my lips and I opened my mouth to her. We pulled apart a couple of inches so Ronnie could see our tongues.

"Why are you doing that?" Rhonda asked.

"It feels good," Julia said.

"Everything we're doing here, we're doing because it feels good," I added. "Okay, honey?"

"Okay, Daddy."

I returned to kissing Julia, nibbling gently on her lower lip. She turned her head and I raked my teeth gently over her earlobe for a couple of minutes. Then she grabbed my head and returned the favor. She turned her head and nibbled on my ear. Then I did the same to her while she ran her hands through my headfur. She lifted up my shirt and rubbed my chest, then she unbuttoned her blouse so I could play with her nipples. I stole a look at Rhonda to see how she was taking this. She was watching us intently, but I didn't see any signs of distress. Good.

Julia grabbed my head and pulled me down to her nipples. I flicked one with my tongue until she started moaning non-stop, then the other. I took it gently into my mouth, with just a little suction the way she liked it. When her moans peaked and then became quieter, I switched back to the first nip. I went back and forth a few times, extracting loud moans of pleasure. Then Julia stood up, undid her skirt and pulled it off, followed by her panties.

"Up," she said. I stood up, and she pulled down my sweat pants, then my BVDs. I stepped out of them, and she took my cock in her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Then she lay down on the bed, and motioned for me to lie next to her. I started kissing her nipples again, and she took my hand and pulled it to her pussy. I started caressing her inner lips, then dipped into her cunny for juice and started spreading it over her clit. She moaned louder. But a minute or so of that and...

"Enough of that," said Julia. She gave my shoulder a push, and I rolled over face-up on the bed.

I looked at Rhonda again. She was staring at us with that same hungry look -- wide eyes and mouth slightly open -- that Julia'd had at the Truth or Dare game. If fucking 7-year-old Julia was a bad idea, then screwing my own daughter was a worse one. But would I have a choice in the matter? I had a very bad feeling about this...

Julia climbed over to straddle me, her tail high in the air, then slowly lowered herself until she felt me at the entrance to her cunt. Then she, too, looked over at Rhonda and saw that same look. She gave a satisfied nod, moved around a little to spread her juices on me, and worked me into her with one quick wriggle. She sat there a few seconds, both of us enjoying the sensation of her cunt impaled on me. Then she started to move, raising herself up, then lowering herself. Slowly at first, then faster, both of us moaning. Then nearly bouncing on the bed, up-down-up-down. My climax was near, and I put one hand firmly over my mouth to stifle my scream. That might leave Rhonda with the impression I was being hurt.

Once she felt me cum inside her, Julia slowed down, still moving but less frantically, until my slowly shrinking cock slipped out of her. Then she let herself fall on top of me for a long, slow kiss.

"Wow," Rhonda said. "Was that really as much fun as it looked like?"

"It was for me," I answered.

"Me, too," said Julia. "Maybe not as much fun as for your dad, but still a lot of fun."

"Wow, again."

Julia went into the bathroom and came out with a damp towel. She cleaned us both off, then sat smiling at me. I smiled back, it was wonderful having this little kitten make love to me. The feelings we had for each other... how she turned me on.

Eventually our breathing returned to normal, and it was time for me to be the Daddy again. "Okay, kids. Time for your nap."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Okay, Mr. Sawyer."

I chivvied them off to Rhonda's room, read them a few pages of "bedtime story," then turned off the light and went back to my office.

---

A few days later, Rhonda came into my room.

"Yes, honey?"

"I want to do it with you, Daddy. What you were doing with Julia."

Well, there it was. As bald as Julia's pussy. But something still told me this would be a bad idea -- at least right now. "Do you trust Daddy, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy, of course."

"Well, I think you're not ready, even if you want to. Will you believe me?"

"Yes, Daddy, but..."

"But what, honey?"

"I really want to make you feel good. Please, please, please..."

"We'll talk about it tonight, okay, Ronnie?"

"Okay, Daddy."

Then I sat and thought. How was I going to keep Ronnie happy without fucking my daughter? I went downstairs and found Rhonda playing with her miniature doll-village. She looked up with a hopeful expression.

"Ronnie, hon, could you go next door and see if Julia can come over and play with you?" xxx

"Sure, Daddy." She gave me a knowing look.

She came back with Julia a few minutes later. I put out glasses of pink lemonade, and they played a few minutes, then Julia looked up. "You asked Ronnie to bring me over. So you want to talk about something, right?"

I nodded. The two of us went upstairs, and I told her about my dilemma. She agreed that Rhonda was probably not ready for sex yet.

"But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun together. Teach her to do it with her hands. Actual sex depends on the state of her body, but using her hands only depends on her state of mind. And that, at least, seems to be ready. Maybe as ready as me."

I thought about it. Imagining Ronnie's hands stroking me. I was almost instantly hard, but I needed to think with the head on my shoulders, not the one between my legs. Julia went downstairs to play with Rhonda some more; I took a cold shower, and turned the idea over in my mind, probably for a full half hour. Then I went downstairs and nodded to Julia. She smiled and nodded back.

I made dinner: a good hot soup, Southern Fried chicken, and chess pie. Rhonda and Julia were still talking a mile a minute, so I suggested Rhonda walk her home -- all fifty feet of it. Of course, once they got there they wheedled Nathan out of another dessert, but what the heck, they're growing kids. Rhonda came back about half an hour later.

"Hi, Daddy, I'm home. Have you decided?"

"Yes. You remember what I said about your body not being ready for what Julia and I have been doing?"

"Sure."

"Well, there are other ways to have fun. If you like, I'll teach you something that will be all your own, instead of a copy of what Julia and I do."

"Just for me? That sounds nice, Daddy."

"I think it will be. Let's go upstairs." I led Rhonda up to my bedroom, and patted the bed for her to sit down. She did, looking at me curiously.

"Now... if you start feeling nervous, if you want me to stop, any time something doesn't feel right, you tell me, okay?"

"Sure, Daddy, I'll tell you."

That was the best I could hope for. I undressed for bed, but didn't put on my PJs. I just stood there and let her look. She did.

"Remember when Julia dared me at the sleepover?"

"Sure, Daddy. That was really funny."

"Remember what it looked like? Just dangling down loose?"

"Oh... yeah, sure."

"Look now. See, it's standing up, kind of sticking out?"

"Yes. Why's that?"

"Because of what we're going to do. It's like that when I 'do things' with Julia, too."

"Oh, right."

"It was soft before. It's all hard now. You can touch it if you want."

She reached out a hand, tentatively, and touched my penis, causing a pulse of pleasure.

"That's right, honey. See how it feels. Remember, stop anytime you want to."

"Sure, Daddy." She took hold of it, touched the head, the little area under the head, the shaft -- bottom, top, and both sides, feeling it gently with her fingers, then stroking it with her palm. I concentrated on my current tech-writing assignment so as not to cum from this treatment. Then she reached for my balls.

"Careful," I said, taking her hand for a moment. 'Those are very sensitive, you have to touch them very gently or it will hurt."

"I don't want to hurt you, Daddy."

"You won't, as long as you're gentle. Go ahead."

So she touched my balls gently, cradled them in her hands, and looked at them. At last she seemed satisfied. "What now, Daddy?"

"Now it's your turn."

"Oh, Daddy, you've seen me naked lots of times, giving me a bath when I was little."

"That was different. Then I was just thinking about getting you clean. Now I'm thinking about 'feeling good', that's why it's standing up like that. Oh, and now that I think of it, you don't have to take off everything. Keep your panties on, okay?"

"Sure." Rhonda pulled her blouse over her head, showing her tiny nipples. She pulled off her shoes and sox, then unzipped her skirt, pulled it down and stepped out of it. She stood in front of me, looking desirable, maybe even more than Julia, and that was saying a lot.

"What's next, Daddy?"

"This time, you just watch." I went into the bathroom and came back with a bath towel and a tube of K-Y. I spread the towel over the bed, and sat down on it. Then I squeezed some lube onto my palm, and spread it over my cock.

"What's that for, Daddy?"

"It's to help me feel good."

"Can I do it?"

"Next time, honey, next time. I promise."

"Okay." She looked a little bit sulky, but continued to look. She seemed fascinated, like a bird staring at a snake.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking, slowly. Rhonda watched intently. I looked at her nipples and thought about kissing them. Then I looked at her panties. They were pink, opaque, but I knew what was under them: Heaven. "Rhonda, honey, would you come here and kiss me?"

She did, on the cheek.

"On the lips, honey. If we're going to be lovers, we kiss muzzle to muzzle, lips to lips."

"Like this, Daddy?" she asked, then planted her lips on mine. When she pulled back, I was breathing hard.

"Yes, honey, just like that."

"Umm.. you're right. That is nicer." She kissed me again. I grasped her waist with my other hand, feeling how smooth her fur was. I touched her lips with my tongue, and she parted them. I licked her lips, and she did the same to me. Yes. I reached out my hand to touch her knee. She looked down, then used one hand to lift it off. I thought I'd gone too fast for her, but she put it on her inner thigh. "This feels nice, Daddy."

"Yes, honey, it is very nice. Now I want you to step back a little and just watch, okay?"

"Sure, Daddy." Ronnie took a step back, but I kept one hand on her thigh. I looked at her panties as I sped up. I remembered what it was like being in Julia, and imagined myself in Ronnie's slit. She'd be even tighter than Julia, completely inexperienced. As I thought about this, I unconsciously sped up, making longer strokes up and down my cock.

"You like looking at me, Daddy?"

"Yes, honey. Very much. It makes me excited, helps me feel good."

She smiled at me, then pulled her panties down an inch. Then another inch. Her slit was still hidden, but I could see her mound.

I looked at it, so smooth, no hair, smaller and less protuberant than on an adult vixen, and imagined actually seeing her slit. Then the idea of about cumming inside Ronnie, inside my own daughter's cunny, hit me. My hand moved faster, little, short strokes now. Then I moaned loudly as I spurted cum onto my hand and the towel.

"Are you okay, Daddy? Did you hurt yourself? Are you bleeding or something?"

"No, honey. That felt so good I had to scream to express it. Daddy's not hurt, not at all."

"What's that white stuff?"

"It's called semen, honey. From an old word meaning seeds. It's part of how babies are made."

"Wait. When you put that in Julia, you're making babies?"

"No, honey. Julia is too young to make babies. So are you.

"Oh. I'd hoped you two might make a baby brother for me."

"Oh, Ronnie. Even if it were possible, we'd do our best not to. There are ways to keep from having a baby, even when you have intercourse -- that's the grown-up word for the way people make babies. They are called 'contraception,' and we'd use them.

"Why, Daddy?"

"Remember what Julia said about if anybody found out?"

"Umm Hmm."

"Well, if Julia had a baby, or even started to grow one, everybody would know that she'd had intercourse. And then they'd wonder who had done that to such a young kitten. And when the baby was born, they could test something called DNA, which is how close relatives are linked. And they'd know I was the father. Then they'd take me away and lock me up. So we don't want that to happen."

"Okay, Daddy. I get what you mean, and I sure don't want them to take you away. Be careful with Julia, okay?"

"I will honey."

"Okay, Daddy. So... what next?"

"We're through with this lesson, and I'm going to clean up."

I took the towel and wiped the semen and lube off myself. Then I took a damp cloth and finished cleaning up, washed my hands, and put the towel and facecloth in the hamper.

"When can we do this some more, Daddy?"

"Tomorrow, if you want to. Otherwise, whenever you decide."

Ronnie nodded.

We watched Tangled and then I put Rhonda to bed. I read to her a few minutes, then gave her a goodnight kiss on the lips. "Mmmmm," she said, "That's nice."

I nodded, turned off the light, and left.

---

Rhonda came into my room about an hour before her bedtime the next day.

"Hi, Ronnie. What's up?"

"Let's do some more, Daddy."

One track mind. It should have bothered me, but it didn't. "Okay. But one thing. You don't have to do this. I've loved you since you were born, and I'll love you just as much if you don't do these kinds of things with me."

"I know that, Daddy. I just want to hear you moan for me like you do for Julia."

"Okay, honey." I put another towel on the bed, took off my daytime clothes, and sat on the towel. She walked up to me and kissed me, a little tentatively but with meaning. Her lips parted and her tongue came into my mouth. "Mmmmm...." she moaned, as my tongue touched hers.

Rhonda took off her clothing, as she had yesterday. She didn't even hesitate, but immediately pulled her panties partway down to show me her mound. Then she smiled at me and started feeling my cock again, watching my face as I reacted to her touch. She quickly figured out which spots got the most reaction.

I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them down her arms, then back up. She moaned a little more. Then I slid them down her chest, pausing before reaching the place where her breasts would someday be. She just moaned again, so I let my hands play over the area, rubbing gently over her nips and the skin around them. Soon I noticed that, tiny as they were, they were erect. Her moans got louder whenever my hands rubbed them.

Then she held out her hand, and I uncapped the K-Y and squeezed some into her palm. She spread it over my cock, then tried to wrap her hand around it. But it was a little bit too large, so she used both hands. She started stroking up and down, and I watched her as she went. "A little faster," I coached her, and she sped up. "Longer strokes," and then "no, your hand shouldn't cover the head, just barely rub over the flared area where it joins the shaft."

She complied, and I settled back to enjoy the hand job. For somebody as inexperienced as Ronnie, it was quite good. Especially when I was getting to play with her nips and French kiss her at the same time. Soon I was panting with need. "Faster and shorter," I told her, and she changed her motions to match. A few more seconds and I came, muffling a scream with one arm. Most of it went on her paws, but some landed on her bellyfur.

"Oh, yeah, that was nice," I said when I could talk again.

"Did I make you happy, Daddy?"

"Very happy, honey."

"I'm so glad. I enjoyed it, too. I liked hearing you pant and moan. I liked being able to make you scream at the end. And I like the feel of your thing in my hands."

"It's called a penis, honey."

"Okay, Daddy, I like the feel of your penis in my hands."

"It feels nice to me, too, Ronnie."

"Mmmm..." she said, snuggling up to me. She looked down at my semen on her skin. "Is it okay to taste it, Daddy?"

"Sure, honey. Most people think it's pretty boring, but it won't hurt you."

She scooped some of my cum up with a finger and licked it tentatively. "Hmm... You're right, Daddy. Not much taste. A little bit salty, maybe, and some kind of weird undertaste. But it makes me think about you. I think I like it, a little."

We lay quietly on the bed, cuddling, until we started to feel cold. Then I put her to bed, and still very relaxed, went to my own bed and fell peacefully asleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, Rhonda became quite good at using her hands to pleasure me. From the smile on her face and quiet sounds, I think she enjoyed it too. Not as much as I did, I think, but some.

---

"You know, Rhonda's going to want to do more than just hand-play," Julia told me as we cuddled after sex one evening.

"Yeah. I've got a plan for that," I said.

"I bet you do."

Well, Julia was Ronnie's best friend. The time they spent together, she'd had plenty of time to see how Ronnie was. I had to keep a fridge full of celery and carrot sticks and other low-cal but filling snacks. Rhonda had developed will-power to control her desire to eat, because otherwise she'd fill up on celery sticks and miss out on dessert! And at seven she still slept with her thumb in her mouth.

"Yeah," was all I could say.

The next time Julia came over, we did a little negotiating. Ronnie was a little jealous because Julia got to do something that she couldn't. And Julia wanted to have me available once or twice a week when she came over to "play with Rhonda." We arrived at a modus vivendi: most days she would come into my room shortly before her bedtime, we would get undressed, and she would play with me until I came. On days when Julia came over, Ronnie would come to me in the morning if she felt like it, and leave the evening for me and Julia to have fun. Sometimes Ronnie would watch us, sometimes she'd stay downstairs and watch TV or play with her model town. And some days she was tired or just not interested, and that was fine, too. I was getting all the sex I needed, and then some.

---

About 4 months later, Rhonda and I were relaxing together after a handjob. "Daddy?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I still don't think it's fair that Julia gets to have you inside her, and all I get to do is hold it in my hands. Please can I feel you in me?

"You remember what I said about your body not being ready?"

"Sure, Daddy, but how will you know when I'm ready?"

That was a poser. But I had a way to stall her for a while. "Tell you what, Ronnie. Let's skip tomorrow, and on Thursday I'll teach you something new, something better than just your hands. If you're interested."

"Don't tease me, Daddy. You know I'm interested."

Rhonda came into my room Thursday evening, watched me undress, and promptly pulled her clothes off. "What are you going to teach me, Daddy?"

"Come, and learn. What you've been doing up to now is usually called a 'handjob,' although calling it a job implies you're only doing it because you get something -- money or gifts or some such. But you do it because you like it, yes?"

"Of course, Daddy. You know I like the noises you make."

"Okay. Well, now I'm going to teach you to give what is called a 'blowjob'. You're going to use your mouth instead of your hand. Would you like to try that?'

"I sure would, Daddy!"

I lay down on the bed, leaving room for her next to me. She lay down on her side, facing me. "Go ahead and kiss it if you want."

"Fer sure." She slid down a little and kissed the tip of my penis, then various other spots. I moaned as her lips caressed the sensitive underside, and even more as they touched the spot right behind the frenum.

"You like that, Daddy?"

"Mmmmm.....I like it a lot, honey."

"So now what, Daddy?"

"Well, see if you can get the head -- that's the flared area at the end -- into your mouth."

As I expected, Rhonda eagerly put her lips around the tip and worked her way down. I moaned again as her lips engulfed my cock and slid over the sensitive spot behind the head. "Now slide up and down if you can, honey."

She started, but... "Owwww!" I yelled as her teeth scraped on the shaft.

She instantly pulled off. "I'm sorry, Daddy. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, honey. It's not your fault. I forgot to tell you -- it's much too sensitive for teeth. You have to cover them with your lips. Here, give me your hand and I'll show you."

I'd gotten lost in the pleasure and forgotten to give instructions, and I'd left out an important step. Add to that the fact that I was entirely hetero and had never actually done fellatio on anybody, and teaching somebody to give a blowjob with yourself as the model is really pretty hard.

Rhonda crawled up enough I could reach her hand. I covered my teeth with my lips, exaggerating it a little to make sure she could see. Then I took her thumb in my mouth and sucked it in and out a few times.

"Like this, honey."

Ronnie went back and wrapped her mouth around my cock, but after a few seconds she pulled off. "That's too big, Daddy. It hurts to stretch my mouth that wide."

"That's okay honey." I was a little disappointed, but not really surprised. Beside the fact that she was only 7½, her face was rather small for her age so of course her mouth was too.

I hesitated. "Uhhh... how about you turn sideways on the bed, so your head is across my lap?"

"Sure thing." She lay crosswise, with her mouth poised over my groin.

"Okay, you'll open your lips slightly and put them here." I pointed to the frenum and the area behind it. Then I demonstrated on my own finger. "Then you'll slide up and down about an inch, and while you're doing that lick that spot with your tongue. Watch Daddy." I slid my lips back and forth over my index finger, flicking it with my tongue as I did.

"Here give me your hand again." I took her finger across my lips and showed her what it felt like.

"Oh, Daddy, that does feel kind of nice."

"Now you try it."

She put her finger between her lips and repeated what I'd said. "Ooh, I like that, it makes my lips feel nice."

"Good. Now, do you want to try it on Daddy?"

"Oh, yes!"

She did, and it was nice. She wasn't quite hitting the right spot, so I reached down and put my hands on either side of her head. She grunted "Ummm hmmm," so I applied a little pressure to move her head half an inch. I let her do the work after that, but as I got more into it I urged her into longer strokes. In a few minutes I felt ready to cum, and I directed Ronnie to faster, shorter movements. I got so lost in the pleasure that I forgot to talk. Then, suddenly, I came, howling, "Ohhh... ohhhh...? ohhh....? Yes? Ye-ess? Yes! YES!" My cum landed on my thigh and the towel under me, but she licked a little bit up as it came out.

"Oh, my..." I said when I could talk again.

"Nice, huh, Daddy?"

"I wish you could feel what I just felt. Nice isn't a big enough word. It was unbelievable."

"I'm glad. But Daddy..."

"Yes, honey?"

"When will I be ready for you to be in me, like in Julia? How will you know? How will I know?"

Luckily, I had an answer. I'd discussed the problem with Julia, then spent an entire afternoon thinking about it. "Well, honey, I'm going to give you some homework. It'll be a lot more fun than what you bring home from school, though."

"What's my homework, Daddy?"

"Let me touch you to show you?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"Okay, honey. These are your labia majora," I said, touching them, "which means 'big lips'. And these [touching] are your labia minora, 'little lips.' Some people also call them outer and 'inner' lips. Do you like it when I touch them?"

"It feels kinda nice, Daddy. Nothing really special, but nice."

"Okay, honey. Now, this is your vagina. What Julia and I do is called 'intercourse', that's when a male puts his penis into a female's vagina. That's how babies get made. But even when you don't make a baby, it feels really good for the man. That's why we like to do it so much. I'm hoping it will feel good for you, too. Now, go ahead and touch them and name them."

"Labia majora... labia minora... vagina?"

"Right, honey. Now one more." I touched her clit. "This is your clitoris, or 'clitty'. For most adult females, it gives more pleasure than any other part of your body. Okay so far?"

"Labia majora... labia minora... vagina... clitoris."

"Right. Now, what I want you to do is just touch your labia for a while. Do that for 10 minutes at least once a week. There will come a time when that feels real good, and your clitty will get hard and stick up a little bit, like a tiny penis. When that happens, spit on your fingers to make them wet, then play with your clitty for 5 minutes -- lick them again whenever they get dry."

"And then what?"

"Eventually, that will feel really good. When that happens, you come and tell me, and I'll show you the second part of the test."

"What's that?"

"You'll get a new toy to play with. I'll show you. Are you okay with doing this?"

"Sure Daddy. I want to do... intercourse? with you, real soon."

"Okay, honey. I'll be ready as soon as you are."

---

I thought that would keep Rhonda satisfied until she'd at least grown up enough to get pleasure from sex. But my daughter was a lot more perceptive than I'd given her credit for. One evening, after Rhonda made me cum with her lips and tongue, she looked at me quizzically.

"That's not really what you wanted, is it, Daddy."

There it was. But if we were going to have this kind of relationship, I had to be honest with her.

"Well, it could be better, honey."

"How, Daddy?"

"Remember what I said about a how good a male feels with his penis in a femme's vagina?"

"Sure, Dad. That's why I want to do that with you."

"And you remember what I said about making babies that way?"

"Yes." But she looked a little puzzled.

"Adult males like that a lot -- having something warm and wet around their penis when they cum -- because that means that they'll do the baby-making thing, intercourse, whenever they get the chance. That's Nature's way of making sure we have more pups."

"Umm, hmmm..." Still puzzled. Then her face lit up. "Oh. So it's better if my mouth is around you, yes?"

"Right."

"Oh, but that's so uncomfortable."

"Well, it's really the end that matters, right when I cum. If you could manage to get your mouth around it for just those last few seconds, it would feel a whole lot better."

"Okay, Daddy," Rhonda smiled. "I'll try to do that next time."

"I'll let you know when I'm almost there, hon."

"Don't bother, Daddy. I can tell."

"Yeah. I guess you can. I make enough noise..."

"You sure do," she giggled.

Rhonda didn't even wait for the next evening. As soon as she came home from school, she came tripping into my room and demanded a kiss. Which quickly turned French. Then her hand was in my sweat pants, groping me.

"C'mon, Daddy, I wanna try the new way."

Well, what are you going to do? I got out of my chair and lay down on the bed. We went back to kissing, her groping me until I was so hard it hurt.

"Off!" she said, tugging at my waistband. I rolled over, pulled them down, and tossed them on the other side of the bed. She grabbed me and started kissing my penis, then sliding her lips and tongue back and forth on the good spot as she'd done before. She was, if anything, more enthusiastic than the first time.

Just as I was getting to the "Ohhh? Ohhhh?" stage, she wrapped her hand around the base, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around it. She sucked me in and out rapidly, and in seconds I was completely out of my head with the pleasure. I couldn't even manage the "Yes"s at the end, just an inarticulate "Ahhhh. Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" as I came in her mouth. She kept going, swallowing my semen, until I was too hypersensitive to stand it any more. "Stop. Please stop."

Ronnie stopped. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?"

"No, honey. You did very right. It's just... after I came, I got so sensitive I couldn't stand it any more."

"Was it what you wanted, Daddy?"

"Honey, it was everything I wanted, and more. It was incredibly nice."

"I'm glad, Daddy. I liked it too. This is nicer than the other way. From now on I'm going to have you in my mouth at the end, so I can hear you scream like that and feel your penis in my mouth. I like that."

From then on Rhonda was giving me "real" blowjobs, three or four times a week.

All this made a change in our modus vivendi. Sometimes Ronnie would blow me, sometimes she'd just want to give me a handjob. Either way was incredibly nice. Most evenings, we skipped 'putting Rhonda to bed.' She'd just curl up next to me and fall asleep. On nights when Julia came over, Rhonda usually watched us, then all three of us would sleep in my king-size bed. If Ronnie wasn't interested that evening, Julia and I would cuddle for a while, then she would go off to sleep with Ronnie.

And I went to a sex-toy store and bought two dildoes: the smallest one they had, and one that was about the same size as my own cock, then put them away in my nightstand.

---

About a month passed, maybe six weeks, then Ronnie came into my room one evening with a mischievous look on her face. She started taking her own clothes off, but this time she watched me with a smile as she unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it slowly down her arms and over her head.

"You like this, don't you, Daddy?"

'You bet, honey."

"I was over at Julia's today, 'n she borrowed a stepladder from the kitchen 'n got one of her Dad's DVDs from the top shelf."

Ooops! Nathan kept his R-rated DVDs up there. Oh, well, at least she had the sense to put the X-rated ones in a locked safe.

"And we watched this movie, it was pretty good but some of it didn't make much sense. Anyway, it had this scene with a... step teaser...?"

I thought about that. Oh. "Strip teaser."

"Oh, right. Anyway, this lioness who takes off her clothes to music. And all the malefurs were getting really excited and 'Wow!' over her, so I wanted to do it for you." And Rhonda undid the zipper on her skirt about halfway, paused to grin at me, then slowly pulled it down the rest of the way. Then she slowly lowered her skirt, then stepped out of it.

I was panting when she finished.

"Did I do it right, Daddy?"

"Just fine, honey. You made Daddy real excited."

"Good. 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel real good."

And she pulled down the waistband of my sweats, bent over me, and took me in her mouth. She sucked on it for a little, then knelt down and did her thing with her lips and tongue on the underside. It took less than a minute before she grabbed it again, sucked it all the way into her mouth, and swallowed my semen as I came.

---

About four months later, Rhonda came to me and said she'd done it. "I've been playing with my clitty. It's been feeling nice, but this morning when I did it, it felt really nice. But there's something missing. It feels as if there ought to be something more. I'm not sure what, but I know there's supposed to be more."

I understood completely, but didn't try to explain about a climax just yet. She'd find out on her own, when she got old enough.

I opened the drawer of my nightstand, got out the dildoes and a tube of K-Y, and gave them to her.

"What? Daddy, this looks kinda like your penis."

"Sure, honey. It's called 'a dildo.' The bigger one is about the same size and shape as my penis. Now... you remember about your vagina?"

"Sure, Daddy, it's right here." She touched the opening of her cunny.

"This is the second part of the test, Ronnie. It's your new 'homework.' You need to be able to get this all the way into your vagina."

"But, Daddy, it's so big."

"So is my penis, honey. Now, first you get this little one inside you. But I have to warn you, it's going to hurt the first time. Spread your legs apart and I'll show you."

Ronnie lay down with her legs apart, and I put a finger into the opening of her cunt, pressing gently on her hymen. "Feel that?"

"Yes, Daddy, it feels funny. A little uncomfortable when you push on it."

"That's your hymen. It's across the opening of your vagina, and it's very thin so it tears easily. The first time you put this dildo in, it will stretch or tear your hymen open. That's going to hurt. I don't know how much. For some girls it's just a little pain, for others it hurts so bad that they scream.

"So what do I do if it hurts a lot, Daddy?"

"What I'd suggest is, push until it hurts as much as you're willing to stand, then stop and go back to rubbing yourself some more. Then you can try again. After two or three tries, stop and wait a day or two. Okay?"

"Yes, Daddy. But why do I have to hurt myself?"

"It's your choice, honey. If you can't get the dildo in, you won't be able to take me in there either. Or you can decide you don't want the pain, and just give up on intercourse -- at least until you get older and bigger. But if you really want to do what Julia and I do, you'll need to get the dildo inside you. I don't want the pain to be mixed up with what you feel when you do intercourse with me. I think it's better if you do it to yourself, when you control how much and how long. Don't you?"

"Oh. I guess you're right, Daddy. But how did Julia get through that?"

"She never told me. The one time I asked about how she knew so much, she just said she wouldn't tell on me or anybody else. And that was that.

"But remember, you don't have to do this. You can stop and wait a few years. It's up to you to decide. I know it's a hard decision for a 7-year-old girl to make, but I can't make it for you. Okay"

"Okay, Daddy, 'n I'll do it as soon as I can, 'cause I really want you in me like Julia."

"Sure." I blushed under my fur. "When you can do that easily, you can try with the big one. And when you can get that inside you, you'll be ready to have my penis in there. What you do is open this tube," I pointed to the K-Y, "and squeeze some out into your hand. Spread it all over this," (pointing to the small dildo). Then rub yourself like you've been doing, and when it feels real good, see if you can get this big one into you."

"And after that we can do 'intercourse'?"

"Yes, honey, as soon as you can get the big dildo all the way in."

"Okay, Daddy." She kissed me, and in a few minutes we were both naked with her lips sliding up and down my cock again.

---

I thought getting through her hymen would keep Rhonda busy for a week or two, but I'd underestimated her again. The next evening she came bouncing into my room with the big dildo and the jelly.

"I did it, Daddy. Look."

And she pulled off her clothes, lay down on the bed with her legs spread, spread lube on the dildo, and proceeded to work it all the way in, until the balls were pushing against her vulva. Then she pushed it in and out a few times, slow and fast, to show she could handle it.

"I'm ready, Daddy."

I made one last try. "Honey, you really don't have to do this to make Daddy happy. You know Daddy loves you, even without that pleasure, don't you."

"I know, Daddy. You're the bestest Daddy in the whole world, and you love me for real. But to feel you in me. 'Specially after playing with the... dildo? I like the feeling of it filling me up inside."

"Okay, honey, on one condition."

"What's that, Daddy?"

"If it hurts, you have to tell me so I can stop, okay? Promise you'll tell me if it hurts?"

"I promise, Daddy. Cross my heart."

"Okay, honey." Rhonda was ready. I could see her nips jutting out and her clit sticking up. I was really turned on by the idea of actually having sex with my daughter, but I needed some stimulation to help me get past a case of the guilts. I leaned over and kissed her, and soon our tongues were in each others' mouths. Then I spent some time playing with her nips and then kissing them.

Finally, I was turned-on enough to ignore the voice telling me not to fuck my own daughter. Rhonda had been pulling my clothes off while I played with her, and I was now hard and ready.

Rhonda interrupted, adding her viewpoint: "I tried getting on top of Daddy like I'd seen Julia do, but I was a little shorter than she was. I just couldn't get my legs that far apart. So I starting wriggling on the bed. I wanted Daddy in me, and I'd seen a rat-girl wiggle like that in one of Mr. Connor's DVDs.

"But I didn't think that was a good idea. If I got too vigorous, I could really hurt you, you know?" I mussed Rhonda's hair affectionately.

"Yeah, but you didn't, did you? Anyway, you told me you wanted me from behind. I didn't really understand about that, but you showed me how. I was on my knees, my hands braced on the headboard."

"I knelt behind Ronnie and used a finger to spread K-Y around her entrance."

"That felt good, I remember."

"Then I started pushing into her slowly."

Ronnie smiled. "And I cheated. I bent my arms to get you farther forward. Then I pushed myself back onto you, and felt you fill me up. That was so nice."

"Ronnie was real tight, even tighter than Julia's 'snapper'. And she started pulling away, then pushing herself back onto me. It was so good."

"Yep, it was."

"But I couldn't last very long. It was so exciting, the pleasure, knowing I was in my daughter, I started moving fast, and shouted Rhonda's name as I came deep inside her. Man, it was a good thing she was too young to ovulate!"

"Whatever that means, Daddy. Anyway, I liked it, especially when I felt your warm semen fill me up."

"I was completely winded. It took me several minutes before I could even gasp out, "'That was... wow!' Finally I helped Rhonda turn over, kissed her some more, and tried to describe to her how very good it had been."

"Hey, Daddy, it was nice for me too. Maybe not as nice as for you, but I really liked it."

"But Rhonda wasn't satisfied with rear-entry, were you, Honey?"

"Nope. I wanted to see your face."

"She argued with me, and as usual she got her way. I'm a pushover for my daughter."

"You are, Daddy. I like you that way."

"Rhonda worked out a position with her legs in the air and her ass at the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor and entered her that way. I figured if I lost control she could scoot away a few inches."

"But I never needed to."

"No, you didn't," I said, kissing her lightly. "In fact, she convinced me to try Missionary Position a few days later, and that worked too. But we soon went back to the position with me standing and Ronnie at the edge of the bed."

"Yeah. I can see your face perfectly from there. Watch the changes as you move in me. See how your eyes close in need, and then open again while I feel your warm semen inside me.. My favorite, no question."

"So from then on, we mostly had straight sex. Except on days when Julia came over. Then Rhonda would give me a blowjob in the morning."

"Yeah. That was still my 'special thing' that you didn't do with Julia. Besides, I'd gotten to really like the taste."

"You two are absolutely crazy, do you know that?" Lucy asked.

"Well, yes," I replied, "But we love each other anyway."

"I'm a psychotherapist, remember? That makes me a mandated reporter. I am legally required to report any sort of abuse if I even suspect it's going on. And legally, this is child sexual abuse, regardless of what Rhonda thinks."

"I know that. That's why I wasn't going to tell you."

"What you should have done... was not do this at all. Not any of it. You shouldn't have shown those cub-girls your penis -- just laugh it off and tell them to quiet down. You shouldn't have been having sex with Julia; good grief, what would Mr. Connors say if he knew you were screwing his daughter. And you shouldn't have been doing any kind of sex play with your daughter. Not 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.' Not masturbating in front of her. Not letting her masturbate you...

"What's 'master-bay'?" Rhonda asked.

"That's when a male rubs his own penis, or when somebody else does it for him. What Daddy called a 'handjob'."

"Oh, okay."

"And then you taught her how to give you oral sex. And then having intercourse with her. With your own pup, who was only seven years old and is still only ten. The more you tell me, the worse it gets."

"But Mama Lucy, I don't feel abused, whatever that is. I feel happy. I love Daddy, I like being with him, 'n I like being close to him. This is just a special kind of closeness. He likes it, I like it. I like making him happy. I like the way it feels. I like the way his face twists when she's just about to finish. And the way he relaxes again when it happens. And the warm feeling of him inside me, and when his semen comes out. I like all of it, Mama Lucy."

'There, you see, how could I resist?"

Lucy glared at me. "You're an adult. You're supposed to have won't-power. You're not supposed to let your daughter wrap you around her little finger, at least not about that. Do you realize the harm you may have done to your daughter?"

Rhonda hugged Lucy around the waist -- well, as far as her arms would reach -- and said, "Please, Mama Lucy. Don't tell anybody. Don't 'monitor report', whatever that means. They'll take Daddy away 'n I'll have to go live with somebody else. I don't wanna do that. I want you to marry Daddy and make him happy. I wanna stay with Daddy and you. Please, Mama Lucy, I trusted you 'n I told Daddy to trust you. Please?"

Lucy looked confused. I sympathized; Rhonda often had a similar effect on me. I wondered if she'd cast a confundus charm on us. Maybe we'd get a letter from Miskatonic University on her next birthday... No. It was just her personality. I was almost certain.

"Well..." She paused, thinking. "... I'm going to pretend that this conversation didn't happen today, but next week, after I marry your Daddy. Then it comes under spousal privilege. On one condition..."

"What, Mama Lucy? I'll do anything so I can stay with my Daddy. He's the bestest Daddy in the whole wide world."

"I'll bet he is. But... There's a detailed assessment for abused children. Two days after our wedding, I'll bring home the materials I need, and give that to Rhonda. "If she tests out as abused, I'm going to report it, no matter what."

"What's in a 'sessment'?"

"It's a test. First I'll ask you a lot of questions. Then I'll show you some photos and ask you to make up stories about them."

"Oh, Rhonda will like that. She's good at stories."

"Yeah, Daddy, I am. Sometimes the teacher will ask me for a story in class," she explained to Lucy.

"And then I'll have to examine your body. You'll have to take all your clothes off, but I won't touch you. Okay?"

"Okay, Mama Lucy."

"Okay. Then if the tests look normal, I'll type my notes into my home computer and encrypt the file, then burn the originals. I'll be risking my license for you, and a fine, and maybe even jail time. So I hope you two don't make me regret it."

"We won't, Mama Lucy."

---

The wedding was fine. We had all our friends, three of Rhonda's grandparents -- my Dad died a few years ago -- and both Lucy's parents. My tuxedo fitted perfectly, but Lucy was the center of attention, which is the way it should be. The food was delicious, dancing with Lucy was fun.

The "wedding night" was very nice, but I expected that. Lucy and I had been sleeping together for months. I had a bit of a hangover the next morning from the champagne, but Lucy gave me aspirin, a glass of club soda and lots of orange juice, and I felt better in an hour.

Lucy came home early the next day, and ran her tests on Rhonda. Rhonda wanted me there for the body exam, and Lucy went along with it. Of course, there was nothing to find. Lucy -- rather sleepy from working until 1 in the morning only two days after our wedding party -- gave me the results in the morning: Rhonda was a perfectly normal, extroverted seven-year-old, above average intelligence. She was getting good grades in school and had no difficulty making friends. If she'd been in High School she could have run for Class President.

Our "honeymoon" was four days and three nights in the Hotel del Coronado, with Rhonda in an adjoining room. For three days, Lucy had me all to herself. Rhonda was very nice, only coming to our room when she actually needed something. ("Needing something," included hugs, of course.)

---

The morning of the fourth day, Lucy got up and knocked on the connecting door. Rhonda opened it with a cheery "Hi. What's up, Mama Lucy?"

"How would you like to come sit on the beach?"

"Sure, just let me get into my suit."

Lucy was already dressed in a two-piece, which she filled out very nicely, and I pulled on a pair of trunks and a loose shirt. It was still cool outside, so we all put on the terry bathrobes the hotel provided and trooped down to the beach. We grabbed chairs and sat down to watch the tide come in. We nearly had the beach to ourselves at that time of the morning -- there was one other family, but they were over a block away down the beach.

"Now," Lucy said, "Let's discuss this idea of 'sharing,' shall we?"

I just stared. I knew we needed to have this discussion, but I wasn't expecting to have it before we even got home. Nor out in a public place like this.

"Please, Mama Lucy. I know you're married to Daddy now 'n married people are only supposed to do sex stuff with each other. But I love Daddy 'n I love doing stuff with Daddy. So please..."

"Slow down and breathe," Lucy told her. "That's exactly why I wanted you here, so we could work it out. Okay now?"

"Sure, Mama Lucy."

"So, do I just have to share Norm with you? Or do I have to work out a separate peace with Julia?"

"Oh, Julia's not around any more," Rhonda answered.

"Oh? What happened to her?"

"Nathan got a promotion," I explained. "It came with a transfer to the home office. They moved away the middle of last year."

"And that's it? Relationship over?"

"Well, it was kind of difficult. I told Nathan that Ronnie missed Julia, and we arranged for her to fly here and spend a weekend sometimes. But it really wasn't working for Julia. Spending a weekend here made her miss me more the rest of the time. And her grades started to suffer. We did manage a two-week visit during summer vacation, but after that Nathan asked Julia some embarrassing questions. Luckily, Julia thinks on her feet so Nathan never caught on to what was really going on, but he wouldn't let Julia visit after that.

"Oh. Okay. So, what did you have in mind, Rhonda?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could have Daddy one or maybe two days a week. Or if you want to be the only one that Daddy does 'intercourse' with, I'll give up my favorite position and just give Daddy blowjobs."

"Hmmm..." Lucy mused, "Well, I like giving your Daddy blowjobs, too. So I'm not going to give that up.

She leaned over and whispered to me, "How do you feel about letting Rhonda watch us?"

"I like the idea."

"So... You can have Daddy on Mondays, okay? Intercourse or blowjob or handjob, whatever the two of you want. And also during my period, you can have an extra time with him. You do know about periods, right?"."

"Sure. Daddy and I discussed that."

"And you can watch us make love if you want. We won't lock the door. If it's closed, you can come in but you should expect us to be doing sex stuff, and you should be quiet. Okay?"

"What about you, Norm? This is your sex life we're discussing. Is all this okay with you?"

"What's not to like?" I said. "What male wouldn't like to have two femme-furs who both want his cock? Of course, the fact that one of them is my daughter is a little bit kinky..."

"A lot kinky. But it's what we have, and we'll live with it. So, do we have a deal?"

"Deal," Rhonda said, and the two of them hooked their little fingers together and "shook hands" on it. Then I put out my hands and each of them did the little-finger shake with me, so we were all part of the deal together.

"Good," said Lucy. "Today is Monday. Why don't the two of you go back to the room and have fun. I think I'll stay here and soak up some rays."

I stared at Lucy again. Here she was, giving up the last morning of our honeymoon. But she just smiled at me, and Ronnie grabbed my hand and started dragging me back to the hotel.

---

Now that we were married, Lucy had moved in and "my room" was now "our room." So my weekly sessions with my daughter were now mostly in Ronnie's bedroom, but sometimes we used the family room: Lucy sometimes watched us.

We'd been home about a week when Lucy told us it was time for another chat. I was a little apprehensive, but the last one had certainly worked out well.

"Wally, Rhonda, I think it's time we discussed plans for the future. Our deal is fine for the next year or maybe two, but you're going to grow up, Rhonda."

"I know, Mama Lucy."

"Well, you think you do. It's likely to take you by surprise when it happens. Anyway, there'll come a time when you'll be interested in boys -- other than your Daddy, I mean. When you reach that point, you'll have to decide for yourself. Wally and I will both have some advice for you, but it's just that: advice. But there is one thing that you must do: if and when you have any sort of sex with somebody else, you have to tell us. Either before you do it, or if it "just happens," then when you get home. Even if you have to wake us up to tell us. Okay?"

"Okay, Mama Lucy. Even if I have to wake you up."

I knew what that meant. She'd wake us up at midnight-thirty to tell us, "Guess what! I just gave my boyfriend a blowjob." Then she'd grin at us and figure it served us right.

"Right. Because when you have sex with somebody, you're having sex with everybody that person ever had sex with."

"Oh, yeah, I heard some of the older girls talking about that at school. S-T-Ps or something."

"S-T-Ds. Sexually-transmitted diseases. When we're done talking here, go look up AIDS in Wikipedia, okay?"

"Okay, Mama Lucy."

"Good." Lucy turned to me. "Now, someday, maybe a year from now maybe two, maybe three, Rhonda will be fertile. And a woman can get pregnant before her first period. After all, a period is just the body getting rid of the egg and thickened uterine wall that didn't get used to make a baby. So there's always at least one egg before first menarche."

"What's 'men-ark,' Mama Lucy?"

"Menarche: em-en-ay-arr-see-aitch-ee. It's a woman's first menstruation, the start of the menstrual cycle. So you can't wait until her first period before you take contraceptive measures."

"I know, Luce. As it happens, Rhonda was born in August, so she's one of the youngest girls in her class. And as you observed, she has no trouble making friends. She'll know as soon as one of her classmates starts menstruating, and we'll stop having vaginal sex as soon as that happens."

"Then what?"

"We've got plans," Rhonda giggled.

"Right after Ronnie's next birthday, we're going to see if she can manage anal sex, and whether she likes it at all."

"Anal, huh? Well, if the two of you like that, you can have it all to yourselves. I tried it a few times and didn't get a thing out of it."

"Well, that's nice. If this works out, Rhonda can once again have something that's all hers."

Rhonda just giggled again.

"Okay. As long as the two of you make sure Rhonda doesn't get pregnant. Once she's had her first period, I can take her to the gynecologist and she can get a prescription for The Pill, or maybe Norplant."

"Sounds like a good idea.

"Oh, and another thing. I'm doing my best to be a mother to you. I love you. Not in quite the same way as your Daddy does, but I still love you. I care about you. I wouldn't have married Wally if I didn't. I realize you're used to thinking of your original mother as "Mama" and me as "Mama Lucy," but I hope to be just Mama to you sometime. Or "Mother" or "Mom" or even "Mum" if you want to be teddibly British."

Rhonda giggled at the Lucy's shift to a plummy "Queen's English" accent.

"No rush. But I'd like you to think about it, okay?"

Rhonda nodded.

Well, of course that discussion left Rhonda all hot to try anal the very next Monday. She really liked the idea of having me in a way that I would only do with her. But for once I remained firm: "I'm sorry, honey, but not until you're 11. Unlike your vagina, your asshole isn't designed to have something put into it from the outside, and it you could get seriously hurt. Even when you're 11, we'll have to be very careful. Okay, honey?"

"Well... okay, Daddy. But if you won't do that with me, how about letting me try being on top this time?"

"Sure, honey." And it turned out that she'd grown those few inches and was now able to straddle me. We decided to add that to our repertoire, but "edge of the bed" remained our favorite.

I remembered...she'd wanted to try it when we'd first started discussing birth control, too.

---

My wife is sneaky. She waited until about the third time that Rhonda came in to watch us, then she pushed me up against a wall, got on her knees, and took me in her mouth. My wolf is as enthusiastic about oral sex as Rhonda, and has the advantage of years of experience. It wasn't just a question of making me cum as soon as possible. No, she drew it out, getting as much pleasure out of it as she could, before she sped up, sliding on and off the "hot spot" and forcing a screaming orgasm out of me. My knees gave way in the middle, and she had to help me stand up until she'd drained me dry, then helped me collapse onto the floor without hurting myself.

So of course Rhonda wanted to try this new position the very next Monday. And I found something out: my daughter had gotten taller, and her face was bigger, too. We spent a while kissing and caressing, that was easier sitting on the bed. Then Rhonda asked me to lean against the wall and pulled down my sweatpants. She knelt down, took me in her mouth, and proceeded to give me a fantastic blowjob, with her mouth around my cock from start to finish. She no longer had a problem fitting me into her mouth. Not at all. When she was done, she let a little bit of my semen trickle from the left side of her mouth, but swallowed the rest with a smug look.

---

Rhonda's 11th Birthday

Our original plan was to just do intercourse on Rhonda's birthday, and try anal on the following Monday. But the discussion with Lucy a few months earlier had left Rhonda really wanting to get a piece of me all to herself. So right on her 11th birthday, Ronnie brought up a page of positions for anal sex. She did a strip-tease for me -- she was really getting quite good at that. Then I took my clothes off, slowly, raising my shirt then lowering it several times before finally pulling it over my head. Then I lowered my pants a little, pulled them back up, until she demanded to "see it." Even then, I pulled my pants off slowly, then lowered my briefs until just my pubic hair was visible. At that point, she grabbed my briefs and pulled them down. I got the point and stepped out of them.

We'd discussed this, and realized that for this to work she needed to be as excited as she was going to get. She got down on her knees and took me in her mouth, not the repeated up-and-down movement of a blowjob, but playing with it, letting her tongue explore it, feeling it fill her mouth.

Then it was my turn. I played with her labia, then her clit. I bent over the bed and licked her clit, flicking it with my tongue, then sucking it gently between my lips. This was a recent addition to our "sex things," and most of the time she thought it "wasn't worth the trouble." But this time I wanted her as hot as possible. I put two fingers into her cunt and felt around for her g-spot, then rubbed there.

Pretty soon she was wiggling, wanting more. "C'mon Daddy, I'm ready, take me. Please?"

I got out the K-Y and spread it on my cock. She got onto her hands and knees and I spread her cheeks apart and put a dab of K-Y on her tailstar, then used a finger to gently push it in. "Ummm...." she said as she felt my finger enter her, then "More?" as I pulled it out. I positioned myself at her rear entrance and started to push. But almost immediately she said, "Owww! Daddy..."

I pulled back. Ronnie turned over and lay on her back with her legs in the air, and I stood at the edge of the bed. Again I tried penetrating her, and I got in several inches before she said, "Stop. That hurts."

Ronnie got up, went over to her computer, and scrolled down a little. Then she came back to the middle of the bed, and lay on her back with a pillow under her hips. "Missionary position," she told me, and pulled her knees up to her chest. One advantage to having sex with an athletic 11-year-old -- besides the fact that she loves me more than anything and I feel the same way about her -- is that she's really flexible. I got above her and again tried pushing into her. This time she sighed, then said, "That feels funny, Daddy."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Daddy. I think it might be a good kind of 'funny.' Keep going."

I pressed slowly forward, and she made an "mmmmm....." noise. I started moving in and out; she was incredibly tight, even tighter than her little cunt. "Yeah, Daddy, like that," she said. I moved faster, cautiously at first, but "It feels good, Daddy, just go ahead and sex me, okay?" So I did, just doing whatever felt good. When the need came on me, I pounded in and out of her, to an accompaniment of "Yes, Daddy, Oh, Daddy, Yeah, Yes, Yes Daddy." And then I was cumming, spurting semen deep inside her tailstar, and I heard Ronnie scream!

It took two or three seconds for me to regain control. I stopped and looked, and Rhonda was smiling at me.

"Yay, Daddy! I found out what the something missing was! That was wonderful! Now I know why you like sex things so much! It's just... Wow!"

"That's called a 'climax,' honey. Or sometimes an 'orgasm'. Pretty darned good, huh?"

"Wonderful, Daddy. I wanna do this a lot!"

"Now that your body knows how to climax, you might find yourself getting there from intercourse, too. And I bet pretty soon you'll discover that having me lick you is now 'worth the trouble.' We'll experiment and see what you like most, okay?"

"Sure, Daddy. But this is going to be one of my favorites. It was my first 'climax,' and it's something I get all to myself. I love you, Daddy. I love you so much!"

"I love you too, honey. More than I can say."