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Chapter 3

Micaela carefully adjusted the water. Billows of steam filled the bathroom. Suds from the bubble bath foamed up as the water pounded into the tub. After using the toilet, the lushly built redhead stepped gingerly into the steaming bubbles. She had to grit her teeth against the heat until she got used to it.

Then, with a soft sigh, she sank down into the water. She took a deep breath of the scented mist as her breasts sank through the foam. For a long time, she just lay there, letting the water buoy up her body while the heat penetrated deeply into her. When the tub was full, she reached out with one foot and shut off first the cold water, then the hot.

In spite of the muscle-softening heat, she felt little geysers of tension spurt up and then die. Under the suds, her fingers gently rubbed the sodden auburn curls of her pussy. As a languid, sexy warmth engulfed her body, she let her legs relax and ease apart. Her knees appeared through the bubbles as she spread her thighs so she could finger her sex. Her head rolling on the hard rim of the tub, she let her mind wander.

Hearing a noise, she froze. She relaxed when she realized it was just the hot water heater shutting off. She had timed things very carefully, and it was too soon. She wanted to be in just the right mood when it happened. Gently, she fingered her soft inner folds, felt hot water penetrate her crevice.

Tantalizing herself, she eased a finger up toward her clitoris. Slowly, her hand shivering in anticipation, she circled the hungry button. With her other hand, she cupped one of her soft, slick, heavy breasts. She never ceased to be pleased with their size, their firmness, and their lush softness. She loved fondling her own body and concentrated on the exquisite warmth her own touch brought.

When she dreamed of what she hoped was to come, the fires flared up with hot impatience. Soon, it would be very soon, if everything worked out right. But she would have to be very, very careful.

Her finger touched her clit, and she moaned as a wave of fire swept through her. Licking lips that felt swollen and soft, she squirmed in the hot tub. The bubbles were making little popping noises as they slowly crumbled. Just so long as there were a few islands of suds left, her plan would work. She didn't want too many, but too few would be even worse.

She rolled her clit with her fingertip, made it squirm one way, then the other. She purred and pinched one alert nipple. She squeezed the rubbery-hard nubbin. She loved the warm feeling her touch triggered. The in-sides of her thighs had a funny, not unpleasant, sort of an achy feeling. It was as if they needed something to clutch.

Leaving her clit to throb with hunger, Micaela slid her fingers down toward her vagina. Very, very delicately she explored that opening. She felt the thin membrane that proved her virginity. Cautiously, she eased one finger into the small opening that did exist. It was, of course, much too small to admit a man's organ. She carefully eased a second finger in, and felt her cherry sting as she stretched it. She didn't want to tear it, break it herself. She just wanted to soften it up so that the later pain wouldn't be too great.

She distracted herself by brushing her wriggly clit with her thumb. She pinched it against her pubic arch and felt it squirm aside like a timid little animal. Each pinch and squirm sent pleasure messages to her horny mind. Ooh, it was going to be so good, so incredibly good!

There, that time she heard it. It was about time.

"Anybody home?" her father shouted.

"Hi, Daddy," she called. She was certain he would hear her since the bathroom door was open six inches.

"Where are you, Hon?”

"Just follow my voice," she managed, almost choking on the lump in her throat.

"Oh, you're in there," he said from right outside the door.

"Taking a bath," she informed him.

"Where are Gabby and Patty?”

“Slumber party at Wilson’s, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot. How come you're not there?”

“Oh, Daddy! I gave them up years ago. Only kids go to them.”

"Oh. Well, I'm going to fix myself a drink and read the paper.”

Micaela checked the suds level on her breasts. Her aroused nipples were just barely hidden. "The paper's inhere.”

"Hand it out to me, will you, Hon?”

Micaela made a loud sloshing noise. "Can't reach it. Besides, my hands are wet. You can come in and get it.”

"That's all right, I'll wait," he stammered.

"Oh, Daddy, don't be silly. Anyway, I've got bubble bath over everything but my head.”

"Well, I really would like to read it.”

Micaela was sure he was interested in seeing more than just the paper. "It's all right," she insisted, feeling her tummy tighten.

He pushed the door open, flicked a brief glance at her, then, not very successfully, tried to look everywhere in the small room but at her. "Where is it?" he asked.

Micaela sat up slightly. She felt the suds clinging to her breasts. "Isn't it right there?”

“Where?" he asked, gazing around.

"Right there," Micaela answered, pointing gracefully. She knew her breasts were almost entirely visible, that just the nipples were hidden by the suds.

"I don't see it," he complained, frowning.

Micaela moved around in the tub, rolled to her stomach, and peered over the edge. "I thought it was right there." She let her ass rise to the surface, felt cold air touch her lush cheeks. She eased up, so her tits were just below the edge of the tub. The enamel was icy cold against her aroused nipples. They got even harder and stiffer. She pressed her arms in, squeezing her breasts together to increase the cleavage. Her bottom was clear above the surface now. He couldn't miss seeing the deep cleavage there, too.

"M-must not be in here," her father stammered, backing up and banging into the door.

"Gosh, maybe I left it in the kitchen.”

“I'll find it," he said, trying to rip his eyes off her careful display. He backed clumsily out the door.

"I'll be out in a few minutes.”

"Take your time, Hon," he told her as he latched the door behind himself.

Micaela smiled. She knew why he wanted her to take her time. He was hoping to get rid of the hard-on she had just given him. Well, maybe that one would fade. But the next one would be a real corker.

Grabbing the soap, she began to wash. She lathered her legs and reached for her razor. She wanted to be as soft as silk, without even a trace of stubble. The touch of her hands on her body made her exquisitely aware of every nerve ending. She lingered over the bathing of her breasts and her pussy, built her horniness to an excruciating level. A tight little knot of fear was lurking way down deep inside her as she neared the moment she had been plotting for two weeks.

It had taken that long to get it all arranged. First her own biological schedule had intervened. Then she had had to get Patty and Gabby out of the house.

Suddenly, Micaela was afraid to get out of the tub. She was so scared she felt like she needed to pee. Then she realized a tight, ravenous spasm in her gut was causing the feeling. Putting the fear resolutely behind her, she stood up. She pulled the plug and listened to the water rush down the drain.

"How soon are we going to eat?" her father called.

Micaela paused. She was busy fluffing her pussy with a comb. "Oh, gosh, Daddy. It'll be at least half an hour. Why don't you have another drink? And could I have a little wine?”

"You want it out here?" he asked.

"Could you bring it in here? I'm busy drying my hair," she lied.

There was a knock on the door and she opened it a crack. She concealed her breasts with one arm, but made sure he could see her naked back in the mirror.

"Thanks, Daddy," she purred, brushing her fingers against his as she took the glass.

"You going to be in there all night?“ he asked plaintively.

"You want me to come out like this?" she asked.

"God no!" he erupted.

"I'll be out in a few minutes,” she assured him. "Enjoy your drink.”

He was muttering to himself as she eased the door closed. Taking a bottle of perfume, she dabbed some behind her ears and on the insides of her wrists. Then, with a shiver of excitement, she put a chilly drop between her breasts. A touch of lipstick and her make-up was finished. Then she slipped on the soft, lime green robe. It wasn't transparent, quite, but would show the shadow of her body if she stood in front of a light.

She arranged the neckline so the inner slopes of her breasts showed. Then she slipped on dainty green slippers that matched the gown. A deep breath made her chest rise and fall. The sight dispelled her lingering fears that he wouldn't be effected by her. She was confident that she could melt a statue.

"Hi, Daddy," she said cheerily. He looked up from the newspaper. His eyes widened admiringly.

"Like it?" she asked. She turned quickly, made it flare out and reveal her graceful legs. It swept out behind her and nearly exposed her pussy.

"Beautiful," he croaked. "Where'd you get it?”

"It was on sale," she assured him. "It was a close-out. I bought it for my trousseau.”

"I thought trousseaus were saved for wedding nights," he noted, his eyes burning into her.

"That's an awful long way off," she answered.

"I hope not”

"Supper in just a few minutes," she noted, sweeping into the kitchen. She could feel his eyes following her.

She had spent most of the afternoon fixing his favorite meal. After checking that it was nearly done, she went to check the dinner table. She had used the best china and the crystal goblets. There were fresh candles in the holders. After lighting them, she dimmed the lights. Then she got the chilled wine and put it beside his place.

Finally, she set out the food. "Dinner's on the table," she called.

He stopped in the doorway and his mouth pursed in a silent whistle. "It's beautiful! you really went all-out. What's the occasion?”

"Oh, just a fun meal with my specialist man," she answered. "Come sit down before it gets cold. Could you open the wine?”

"Wine, too?" he asked, easing into his chair.

"And antipasto," she noted, bending low, offering him a plate of olives and celery. She did it carefully and gave him a tantalizing view of her breasts.

"Thanks," he said, fumbling for an olive.

As the dinner progressed, she kept the wine flowing, and the talk on an easy, soft level. It was pure heaven to have just the two of them for a change. Dinner with Patty tended to be a battle, rather than a pleasure.

As he finished the melon she had chosen for dessert, he cleared his throat. "Since Patty and Gabby are out tonight, maybe it would be a good time for the two of us to have a talk.”

Micaela cocked her head alertly. "Good idea. Why don't we go out in the living room?”

"Don't you want me to help you with the dishes?”

"Oh, pooh, they can wait. Until tomorrow if necessary. Let's not waste a nice quiet evening cleaning up the table. I'll get the sherry. You go on out and relax." She paused for a moment. "Don't use your chair. There's a split seam that needs mending.”

"I've been sitting there all evening," he protested.

"I know it. I forgot to tell you. But it really does make it split more when you sit in it.”

"All right," he grumbled.

When she came out of the kitchen with the sherry, he was stretched out on the couch. She bent over deliberately when she handed him his glass. She saw his eyes plunge into her neckline, explore the lush round-ness of her breasts.

"Move over a bit," she said, pushing on his hip. She eased down carefully so the light spilled over her breasts. She crossed her legs so the negligee fell open and revealed her thigh.

"Cheers," she said, raising her glass.

He granted, and raised his. "That's nice perfume you're wearing.”

"Thank you," she said softly. "Now, what was it you wanted to talk with me about?”

He studied his sherry, rolled the rich amber liquid around in the glass. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"What is it, Daddy? You know you can tell me anything," she assured him softly, resting a hand on his strong thigh. Her heart was fluttering. She was sure he wanted to talk about sex, that he was trying to goad himself into discussing the facts of life.

"Daddy, I'm still a virgin," she announced huskily. She slid her hand toward the lump of his cock. Very gently, barely tickling it, she eased her fingers over the hard mass. Her insides were solid horniness.

"Oh, Baby," Mike moaned, putting his hand on hers. He meant to lift her fingers off his masculine staff, but ended up pressing her hand down more firmly.

"Kiss me, Daddy," Micaela moaned, leaning forward. Her full, moist lips were parted slightly. Her eyes were closed.

His lips touched hers, and an electric spark jumped from him to her. She pressed her mouth against his. Her lips were soft and yielding, at first, then hungry and demanding. Her tongue flicked his lips, and she felt him shudder in response. Her breasts just barely touching his chest, she let her tongue retreat, let his attack.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and turned his head aside. "Oh, GOD, Baby," he groaned.

She sat up, and her eyes fogged with tears of love. She felt incredibly soft and lush and sensuous. But there was also a searing core of diamond-bright tension deep in her gut.

"I'm a woman now, Daddy," she said softly. "I'm a woman, not a baby." She took his hand and guided it to one of her full, mature breasts. She slipped his fingers inside the robe, felt his rough palm stroke her tender flesh, setting her eager tit aflame. She pressed his hand down hard on her bosom. Her whole chest was tight. Her breath burned her throat as she fought for air.

"Oh, Baby," he moaned, trying to take his hand away.

"No!" she snapped, fighting her terror. She was terrified that it would happen, and terrified that it wouldn't. She didn't know which scared her more, that he would take her, or that he would reject her. "Daddy, please! Please don't reject me!”

"But, Honey, I'm your father," he said desperately.

"I know," she whispered. "What better man to give my first love to? I want you, Daddy, I need you. Please, Daddy. Love me.”

"Oh, Baby," he moaned. She felt the tension go out of his hand, felt his fingers close firmly and tenderly on the lush globe of her breast. She knew she had won. Her pussy flared hot with excitement when she thought about what was to come.

Reaching out, she slid her fingers over the lump of his phallus. As he fondled her breasts, she unfastened his belt and his trousers, and exposed his underpants. There was a wet, sticky stain on the strained white material. Very delicately, she eased his cock through the fly, and wrapped her warm fingers around its hot, hard length. Impulsively, she bent down and gave the head of it a gentle kiss. His hot lubricant stung her lips. Then she cuddled the heavy shaft to her soft cheek. She felt an overwhelming wave of love for the battering ram that was soon to shred her hymen.

"Oh, Baby.”

Letting go of his prick, she eased the strap of her negligee down her arm, baring her breast. Then she went back to fondling his prick. Stroking it with her thumbs, she watched as thick clear drops emerged from the tip and slithered down over the purple head.

Without breaking his grip on her breast, and without releasing his thrusting hard-on, she stretched out beside him on the couch. With a shiver of fear, she realized it was going to happen right there in the brightly lighted living room.

She considered trying to get him into a bedroom, and discarded the idea. If she broke the contact now, either her fears or his inhibitions might intrude and destroy the mood. It had to be here, and now. The realization made her insides churn with terror, and her pussy weep with hunger.

She pressed herself against him, felt his strength and heat even though he was still almost fully dressed. Cautiously, she released the fastening of the negligee, spread it open so she could press the full length of her body against him. Then, on second thought, she shed the robe completely. Totally naked, she snuggled beside her father and held the phallus that had planted her own seed. She squirmed, easing the head of his penis into her steaming, boiling, ravenous socket.

He pulled away from her, pressed against the back of the couch. Desperately, she followed him, running her thumbs over the slippery tip of his cock. Then he leaned against her, and she understood. She wriggled to her back under him. He towered over her, his face torn with conflict. She spread her legs for him.

She managed to wrench his cock free of his underpants, shoving them downward. Then she guided the tip of his prick to her pussy, and nuzzled it into her hot slit until it pressed against her virgin barrier.

"Yes, Daddy?" she asked, pleaded, begged. "Yes?”

"Oh, my sweet Baby," he groaned, sinking his cock in her tight tunnel.

She kept her grasp on his cock as it thrust into her. She felt her barrier tug and stretch, felt the tip of his dick spread the small hole that was already there. She felt her cherry begin to tear. It was a burning, ripping pain. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears, and bit back a cry. Her flesh shredded. Her father's cock had shattered her innocence.

Then, the pain faded to an ache, and she felt him pumping his prick into her. She let go of his cock. He moved very easily and carefully, deeper and deeper into her hole, spreading and stretching tissues that had never before felt the touch of a cock.

She opened her thighs wider, and hugged his big, heavy bulk to her. She felt him drive deeper and deeper and deeper. Every move made the bleeding tatters of her hymen burn and sting.

And then, his cock was sunk full-depth in her clutching, bleeding hole, and his pubic arch crunched down on her clitoris. The pain melted away like mist in the sun. She was so full, so wonderfully, wonderfully, completely full! There wasn't room for anything in her mind but incredible love and unbelievable pleasure.

"Oh, Daddy," she sighed happily as his panting breath steamed the side of his neck. Grasping his head, she forced him to kiss her. Their mouths clashed in a ravenous clatter of teeth and tongues. As they fought to devour each other, he began gently fucking his cock in and out of her glutted cunt.

Flames ranged through her. They flared up as her clit was pounded once, twice, three times… then she lost count. She felt his dork stroking the clutching velvet walls of her hole. The fire in her guts got hotter and hotter and hotter until it swirled up in a searing cyclone and crisped her consciousness. As her awareness flittered away in a glittering dance of sparks, her only regret was that she had waited so long.