Chapter 1

I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father was in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony.

"Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle.

"I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a moment, I won't be long."

"Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back," he said. That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I pushed the door open and walked into the steam-filled room to make my way toward the toilet. So desperate was my need that I hardly spared my father a glance. I assumed he'd have his back toward me. But when I reefed my panties down and squatted over the bowl, and let the first burst loose, I looked up to find him looking right back at me.

"Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled between us, the rush of water resounded through the tile-lined space, and I suddenly became conscious of being alone with him. Reflexively my hands drew the terry cloth robe to and my eyes drifted away from his. But in the process they drifted past his cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His cock was long, thick, brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of dark hair and straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was about to fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather, dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me, electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer terror. I had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at that thickening member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted toward the left of him and the thick ridge of flesh running up the lower side was clearly visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in a knife or a bayonet, and once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny twinges ran through my cunt.

Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy, in the process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed did I realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch myself! And no doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well. They were too big to hide these days. He said nothing. When I finally managed to look him in the eye he just smiled and started another aria, singing in his fine baritone voice while the shower cascaded water all over his strong, tanned body. For some reason I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs weren't too steady, my hands hardly had the strength to open the door. "Thank you, Daddy," I said. No answer.

Back in my room I sat down heavily on the bed and tried to clear my head. This evening was the big one, the date to end all dates. Frank would be proposing to me, there was nothing surer. Why didn't it matter to me anymore? For as long as I could recall, Frank had been the one, so handsome and poised, always ahead of the other guys; and now that he'd been offered a scholarship in Europe he had to marry me if he wanted to take me with him. The more I tried to straighten out my thoughts, the more Daddy's cock dominated my mind's eye. I slipped out of my robe and began to put on the clothes I'd chosen for this date. No bra--my tits fascinated Frank. He was always talking about how big they were and how he loved to see them bobble about under my shirt. They were big, I reflected, gazing into the mirror and viewing myself from the side, very firm and high. The rest of me was slender. Mum was always urging me to eat more but I liked myself this way. I remained standing before the mirror, running a brush through my long, black hair and gazing at my tits. Veronica liked them, too. She was always touching them and comparing them to her own little ones.

Jeans next, tight enough to hug my crotch. Veronica said that really drove men wild. The center band ran right along the split of my pussy and caused a labialike bulge to form. I turned and stood on my toes to get a view of my ass in the mirror. Lean but shapely, pert Frank called it. I stepped into the platform shoes and did them up. Now the outfit was complete. I was tall, slinky, big-titted, my pussy lips bulged between my thighs, my hair had a deep luster and it felt as smooth as flax. Could Frank resist me after all this preparation?

It seemed not. When he came to the front door I noticed him swallow heavily and when he spoke it sounded silly, as if he couldn't bring the words out. My mother came to see us off. She bestowed loving glances on Frank. One day he would be an important man and I would be his wife. That's what she wanted. My mother, Veronica, and Frank had teamed up to get me to this pitch of expectancy. They had given me tips, hints, and methods for catching a man, either explicitly or implicitly, and like a good girl I had taken heed of them all. But at that moment, when a wedding band was literally within reach, I found myself thinking of my father's cock.

Frank took me to a restaurant and, as expected, he popped the question. It was a romantic moment and I gave him my answer right away. It was all settled, we would be married in a week's time, the day before he was due to depart. "Let's go home and tell my parents," I said after the dinner was over.

"Wait, wait, let's talk some more first," said Frank with a strange look in his eyes. He drove us to the lake and parked in the darkness, turned the radio down low, and faced me. His breathing was irregular and his hands were restless. I knew what he wanted but I didn't know how to give it. Every part of me was willing. The sight of my father had loosened the last of my inhibitions and now my pussy throbbed deeply and my nipples literally itched with desire. Frank didn't know it but I was his to do with as he pleased that evening. In the past we had confined ourselves to light petting, but that wouldn't do it anymore for me. And when he took me into his arms I did everything to make him see how available I was. I melted against him, let one hand brush casually along the swollen bulge in his lap, and let my blouse open a bit so my tits would incite him. Frank's hands were everywhere, touching me, caressing me, and his hot kisses landed all over my face. He seemed to be caught in a frenzy of lust and I coasted along with it contentedly.

"Oh, Jackie!" he moaned, "I want you so!" More kisses. He was waiting for me to say something and I didn't know what to say. I kissed him back as passionately as I felt, and his hands became bolder, sliding in through the buttons of my blouse to get at my bare tits, fitting in between my upper thighs to put pressure on my pussy, and I just went along with it.

"Let's take our clothes off," he whispered. I nodded but he had to do it for me. My body was trembling as he pulled my tight jeans off, I felt kind of faint, and instead of coming back up to kiss him I let myself recline back with my legs spreading widely, lasciviously. Frank stared at my pussy in the dim light of a nearby neon sign. There was silence, tension, in the car now, both of us poised, ready, all he had to do was take me. But then he shook his head. "No, not before we're married," he said hoarsely. "That wouldn't be right."

"But we can have some fun, can't we!" I said, and I sounded very plaintive to myself.

"Sure we can," he said, running the palm of his hand over my cunt. "As long as we can restrain ourselves." His finger traced the outline of my cunt, barely touching my flesh, round and round until I could hardly stand it. Light as his touch was, my cunt was super-receptive. The smallest sensation sent long ripples of passion running through my body, and when the tip of his finger brushed along that little knob between my labia, I thought I would scream! However, in the two years Frank and I had been going together I had learned a lot about self-discipline. He wanted me to be the demure virgin and I had cast myself in that role willingly. But the charade had been exposed somehow and besides, in a week's time we'd be going all the way.

"Make love to me, Frank," I moaned, twisting my hips from side to side and lassooing him with my legs to draw him closer to my cunt. "Let's not wait another second." He still had on his underpants but I could feel his stiff cock throbbing under me.

"Please, Jackie, don't make it hard on me," he said, pushing me away. "Go on, get dressed." He jumped out of the car and stood by the side of the lake. One hand was on his hip, the other was moving to and fro. It took me a while to work out that he was doing something to his cock. When he returned I asked him what the matter was, and he just muttered something about blue balls. I was in the dark about everything, but I'd managed to slip back into my tight jeans and my blouse. Frank drove me home at breakneck speed. He didn't say a word until we were in front of my place again. "I'm sorry, honey," he told me, "but you were tempting me too much. A guy can only stand to be straight for so long and no longer. One more week and then you'll be my virgin bride. Isn't that worth waiting for?"

"I don't know," I said. He thought I was just saying that because I didn't know what else to say. With a broad smile he opened the door for me and we walked up the driveway to break the news to my parents. Mother was in seventh heaven. She hugged Frank and called him her son, and then sat down to planning the logistics of the wedding. Dad shook him by the hand and said all sorts of nice things to him, but he was less than ecstatic. As for me, I couldn't enjoy the occasion. A part of me wasn't there. My body was besieged by mysterious impulses, strange tremors, my tits tingled and I could feel that my pussy was wet. Apart from those sensations, there was also a burning resentment. Frank had rejected me. His reason had nothing to do with it as far as I was concerned. I had offered myself and he had refused, leaving me feeling on edge and crazy. I played the part of a good daughter and a happy fiancée for as long as he was there. But as soon as he left I kissed my folks good night and ran upstairs.

Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close together and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could get from my window to hers just by climbing onto one branch, walking down it to the trunk, and then taking another branch up to her. She always left her window ajar in case I felt like a midnight visit and I did the same for her. Since it was still fairly early in the evening her light was still on.

"Hello Jacqueline," she said cheerfully when I entered through the window. "Back from the big date already? How did it go?" I told her and at first she was very excited and happy for me. But then I began to tell her the important part, and Veronica became silent, sympathetic. "Oh dear," she sighed when I had finished, "the omens aren't too good. What can we do about this?"

Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond and curly, cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small, and she had a tan year round from playing sports and hiking. We were the same age, attended the same school and were in the same class, but more important we were each other's best friend. For as long as I could remember we had made use of the oak tree to come and tell the other our troubles or new jokes. She was different from me in one other way, too: she was no longer a virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men. For boys her own age she had nothing but contempt.

"You see what's happening to you?" she said after a pause. "You'll marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your sex life. What you need to do is to live a little, right now, before it's too late." Instead of arguing with her, I nodded. Veronica looked surprised.

"I know you're right," I said. "I mean, it's scary and all that but my body is in such a turmoil right now."

"Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to trust me," said Veronica. "There's only one way to cure that and I know how. Come here, sit on the bed with me, don't make a move, your favorite cousin is going to make you feel all better." She turned off all but the smallest light in her room and came over to sit beside me. Her arm rested on my shoulder, one hand ran down my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep into mine. I felt embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with each other but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost! She was seducing me!

"What are you doing?" I asked timidly. She told me to hush and her hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to rest on my breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling flesh. Veronica shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked under her in the lotus position. There was no getting away from her. Her parents were away for a couple of days and her younger brother would be fast asleep by this time. Besides, she was making me feel a wholly different kind of turmoil, a pleasing one.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," Veronica said softly. Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall open. "Yes, look at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let me kiss them!" She leaned forward and before I could get out of the way her lips were on one of my nipples. A shock ran through my system. I looked at that blond, curly head that had fastened itself to my tit, and somehow it wouldn't register with me. What was coming across, however, was a soft, insinuating feeling that grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding until it extended from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips shifted to the other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my tits, taking them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my pussy around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying flat on my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to regale my tits with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful! Frank had touched my tits often enough but he hadn't done it right... Veronica knew about tits and how to make them feel good.