Chapter 3

Dear Mr McKenzie,

I hope that you and Angela are enjoying your afternoon together. I am sure that you are or else you wouldn't be reading this letter. I asked Angie only to give it to you if she got on particularly well with you - I'm sure that you would both know what I mean - and also if she wanted me to invite you to come and stay with us next weekend. By us, I mean myself, my daughter Lucy, and your daughter.

Two or three weeks ago, your ex-wife phoned me to ask if Angie could stay with us for the weekend, as she and husband were going away Friday morning, and would not be back until Monday morning. She said that Angie didn't want to be alone in the house all that time. Don't think your daughter is a wimp, by the way, she would have been quite happy by herself, but knew it was a good excuse to spend the weekend here, and that if all went according to plan, you would be here as well.

That is why we arranged this subterfuge of Lucy going to see her Grandmother, and needing company, for this weekend so that if you were as Angela had said, she and you wouldn't have long to wait before you saw each other again.

By the way, before I forget, you needn't worry about anyone seeing you here who would know you, and might tell your ex. My neighbours on both sides are new to this area, and the house and garden are not overlooked at all. I realise that it would be too risky to go out anywhere to eat, but as I would be cooking for three, to include an extra one will not be a problem.

You might think it odd for me to be inviting a total stranger to stay for the weekend, but I know more about you than you might think.

First of all, Angie loves you, and thinks more of you, and likes and respects you more than is just attributable to the normal affection between daughter and father. But in case she was biased, I have also discreetly asked around among those people who knew you when you lived here, using Angie's friendship with Lucy as my pretext for enquiring about you. You will be pleased to know that all reports were very favourable.

It appears that you were either very good, or very discreet when you lived here, because there were no comments about any "naughtiness"; I suspect that it was the latter, as one or two of the ladies I spoke with, had that secretive smile and far away look when talking about you, which suggested to me pleasures remembered. The universal reaction from the ladies was that you were a lovely man, and that your wife was an idiot to exchange you for the nerd (Angie and Lucy's word for him) she is married to now.

I must admit though, that when I first knew Angie, I thought that you were a bit of a shit, having deserted her as well as her mother, but then I heard more about the situation and about your ex-wife blocking your seeing Angie and I started to revise my ideas. What finally convinced me in your favour was the change in her when you were able to start writing to each other again. She became a much happier child, and was so delighted whenever a letter was here for her, and I was also impressed by how often you wrote.

My final check on you was through my brother Freddie. Angie said that you used to play golf here, and Freddie is quite a good golfer, so every time he came up here for a visit, I asked him to ask around, discreetly of course, about you from his fellow golfers. Again there was unanimity in their approval, and when Freddie asked if you were inclined to play away, as it were, there was no reaction, not even any suspicion that you might have been unfaithful, though several did say that they could have understood it if you had been.

Freddie said that the most common comments were: Honest; loyal; a good chap; and similar things. I think what finally convinced him, was one of the members who complained that you were too bloody honest as you had cost him a trophy in a pairs competition he was partnering you in and would have won if you hadn't called a penalty on yourself which no-one else was aware of.

I then asked Freddie what, for him, is the Acid Test. "Would you go on a golfing holiday with him?" "Anytime he wants," was the immediate answer.

So, the ladies like you, the men do, Angie does, and Freddie would even go on a golfing holiday with you, so I feel quite happy to invite you to stay here.

Let me explain a little about the training I have given Angie. It is the same as I was given, and that I have given to Lucy. Actually, having the two of them made it easier than just dealing with one I think. I decided to include Angie, as she and Lucy became very close soon after they met, and I knew that Lucy would find it very difficult not to talk to Angie about it. Additionally, your ex seemed to be giving Angie no help in becoming a woman. And most importantly of all, going by my own experiences, and those of my predecessors in my maternal line, this training has done nothing but good for us.

The first part of it, is to get the girl to realise that sex is a wonderful thing, to be enjoyed as fully as possible. To this end, instead of the first sexual experience being one of pain, as it so often is, when her hymen is torn, usually by someone as inexperienced as she is herself, by using a graded series of dildos each carefully lubricated, I have gradually stretched their hymens.

First, this prevents the pain of the tearing, and second, being untorn, it seems to retain a higher degree of elasticity. Certainly all of our men have always found that we fit better than any other women of their experience.

The second thing is to increase muscle control. I expect that you have already felt this, or you wouldn't be reading this letter. This not only increases the pleasure for our men, but for ourselves as well, and, incidentally, seems to make childbirth much easier, and speeds our return to full sexual function afterwards. By the way, Angie is a natural at this and is a very sexual young woman.

I have taught the girls to put a dildo just at the entrance to their vaginas and then to draw it in using only their internal muscles, and then to push it out again. Angie is so good at this, that she can control the extent to which she pushes it out, so that she can then draw it in again with only her muscles. It is amazing to watch her almost masturbating without using her hands at all. No doubt some day you will see for yourself.

The third part is causing the girls to realise that making love is not just a matter of fucking. Sexual love can cover so many aspects of our lives if we are aware of it. That reminds me, after Lucy had her first experience, (which, as her father was dead was shared by her uncle, Freddie) she was telling Angie and I about it, and she said how much she enjoyed holding Freddie's cock when he had a pee after they had made love together. Angie may be too shy to ask you if she can do this, but I feel sure that she would be delighted if you asked her to hold you while you had a pee, and I know that she would just love it if you asked to watch her while she did.

Reading this, I realised that I had become so engrossed in Sally's letter, that I hadn't noticed that I was absolutely bursting for a pee, so I decided to take Sally's advice.

"Golly," I said, and looking at Angela, continued, "I am dying for a pee." I noticed that her eyes flickered, "I'd love it if you would come and hold my cock for me darling."

"Oh Daddy, I'd just love to," she replied her face beaming, and so we went to the bathroom. I found it very erotic to have my cock held for me, but realised that this would only be possible when I had come in the recent past, for otherwise it would give me an immediate erection making peeing difficult if not impossible.

When I had finished, Angie mopped the end of my cock with a tissue, and then I said to her,

"Do you want a pee as well?"

"Yes," she said, "Watching you made me realise that I do."

"Would you mind very much if I watched?" I asked very tentatively.

"No, of course not, in fact I'd like it if you did." With that, she didn't lower the seat, which was still up from when I had used it, but instead stood on the rim of the bowl, and then with her knees splayed apart, crouched down and started to pee. The position she had adopted gave me a wonderful; view of her open lips, and then of the stream that emerged. Just as she had mopped me, she was going to mop herself, but I intervened,

"No, let me," I said, and I gently mopped the drops of pee from her.

"Thank you Daddy, I loved holding you and watching you, as well as having you watch me. How did you know I would like it?" Then it suddenly dawned on her.

"Did Sally tell you that in her letter?"

"Yes, and I'm very pleased that she did. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not."

The delight in having my cock held, as well as the eroticism of watching my daughter pee, had started my cock back into life again, but I knew that there was not much left to read, so decided to see what else Sally had to say.

There is one aspect of our training that I haven't yet mentioned. Angie may have told you, or you may have asked and found out for yourself.

As well as stretching the hymen, we also believe in stretching the anal sphincter. We have all found that anal sex, done carefully can be a real delight for ourselves and our men. To ensure that there is no discomfort when doing it, and to accustom ourselves to the feeling of having something in our anus, we use a series of butt plugs, graded like the dildos.

Starting with the smallest, it is well lubricated and then when the girl is ready it is pushed inside. The first time, she is encouraged only to keep it in for a minute or so, and then she expels it herself by just pushing. After she has got used to the smallest we gradually increase the size of the plug being used and also increase the time of holding it.

Our largest plug is even bigger than the largest size of dildo, as we have found that it is important that this sphincter is stretched further than the hymen. Part of the training is similar to that for the muscle control of the vagina. A dildo is placed just inside the anus, and then the girl learns to pull it in, and then push it out again.

Angie is very good at this. As I said, she is a very sexual young woman, who will, I'm sure, one day make her chosen life partner deliriously happy in bed. But, being a bit shy about anything slightly out of the ordinary, she may well not have mentioned this to you.

I know that some men don't fancy anal sex, and if you are among them, then just ignore what I have just said, but if you fancy the 'tradesman's entrance', as Martin - my late husband - used to call it, then I am sure Angie would love you to ask for it.

You must be tired of reading by now. I feel sure that we will have plenty of time to talk in the future. I do hope that my trust in you is not misplaced. Please burn this letter once you have digested its contents.

I hope that you will be able to join us next weekend. If you are able to make a decision now, by all means give it to Angie, I'm sure she is dying to know, and will be desperately hoping your answer is yes.

If you need to check diaries or whatever at work, then please phone me, the number is at the top of the letter. Should you wish to phone anyway - and I would be pleased if you did - Angie is usually here between about half past four and six o'clock, and often later in the evening as well if you want to talk to her, but to talk to me when there are no little ears to listen in, best phone after eleven at night until about one in the morning. I'm a bit of a night owl, as are you, I understand.

By the way, I know that Angie will be dying to tell Lucy, and me as well, all about her afternoon with you, just as Lucy did after her first time with Freddie. Might I suggest that you tell her that it is all right to do so. If you don't, she might think that she ought not to, and that would deprive her of a great deal of pleasure. I'm sure that you know how much joy there is in reminiscing about pleasurable experiences. I'm not just saying this because I want to know, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't.

That's all for now. I am sure that you will have enjoyed your afternoon carrying on my family's tradition, and I look forward to seeing you next Friday all being well

Yours

Sally Roman

What an extraordinary letter from what an extraordinary woman. I carefully put the letter back in its envelope, and then put it in the inside pocket of my jacket hanging in the wardrobe and buttoned down the flap over it. I would read it again when I got home, and then I would burn it as she asked.

It had taken me quite a while to read Sally's letter, but it had given Angela (or should I start to think of her as Angie which was what Sally always used I noticed, and might well be what Angela preferred) and myself time to recover from our previous pleasures.

I lay on the bed next to Angela, and putting my arm round her, drew her close to me and kissed her.

"How much more time do we have today?" I asked.

"Nearly an hour," she replied, "But Lucy said that if she gets here and I'm not ready she didn't mind waiting."

"That's kind of her, but let's try to be on time if we can."

"Did you like Sally's letter? Did she say anything interesting?" Angela asked, obviously dying to know whether I would accept the invitation.

"Well, she asked me to visit her next weekend."

"I know she as going to. Are you going to come?"

"Of course I am. Do you think that I would miss the opportunity to be with you again, my angel."

"Oh Daddy, I'm so glad. I was so afraid you might not be able to come. I just know that you are going to get on well with Sally, and with Lucy."

"There is one other thing that Sally mentioned. You haven't told me that it wasn't just your pussy that had been stretched. Now I know why my finger slipped into your bottom so easily, I was quite surprised at the time. Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"I thought that if you wanted to go in my bottom you would say so," she replied.

"It's not something that a man finds very easy to ask a woman, some might take great offence at being asked. Suppose I had asked you, and you didn't like it, you might feel that you had to say yes just to please me, and that would be awful for me if I found out."

"Yes, I see. Well, do you like anal?"

"I don't know, I've never tried it, but I've always wanted to."

"So you are a virgin there. Good. That means I get to take your virginity." She leapt off the bed and went across to her tote bag, and came back with a tube of lubricating jelly in her hand, "Sally says we should always use some lube before taking a cock in the bottom,"

"I'm sure she's right," I said "Do you have any favourite position for me to lose my virginity," I asked with a smile.

"Well, I've never done it before either, but Sally says that it can either be done what she calls doggy, I would kneel on the bed and you come in from behind, or I could sit on you like I did in our 'trial' or I can lie on my back and just lift my legs a bit further for you. Lucy says that lying on her back is best as it goes in nice and deeply, and she gets her breasts played with, or her mouth kissed at the same time."

"I like the last one, let's take Lucy's advice, and that also makes it easy for me to have another chance to eat you first."

Once more Lucy moved so that her legs just hung over the edge of the bed, then she curled them as far back as she could and gave me the tube of lubricant.

"Would you like to put some of this on now, Daddy. Spread it all over the entrance, and then use your finger to spread plenty round the inside."

I did as instructed, and when it came to using my finger on the inside, the feeling of her muscles tightening on my finger, made me realise that I was going to get squeezed even more this way than when I had my cock in her pussy. My cock was now rigid again in anticipation of the delights that awaited it.

"Mmmmm that feels so good Daddy, I can hardly wait to have your cock in there. Just before you put it in, will you just spread a little round your knob please."

I leant forward and kissed each breast and then her mouth, "Of course I will, my love, but please promise me that if it starts to hurt at all you will tell me."

She nodded, and then I knelt between her outstretched legs, filled with love for this beautiful young woman who was offering herself to me yet again. No, who was offering to share with me another of the delights of her adorable body.

I leaned forward to her pussy which I had first encountered with my mouth such a short time ago, but which had brought me such delights. Almost reverently I caressed her outer lips with my tongue which brought an immediate "Mmmmm" of pleasure from her, and caused the lips to open in anticipation of my further attentions. Now alongside her clitoris, but being careful not to touch it yet.

Pressing harder now to reach the sensitive areas below her skin. I lifted her legs, and lowered my head so that I could lick the area between her bottom and her pussy, to which, foolishly, I had not hitherto paid any attention.

"Oh yes, Daddy, that's lovely," was the immediate response.

I continued to lick there for a while, first so softly that I was only just touching the soft smooth skin, and then more firmly, and it was clear from the way that she pushed to my tongue that firmly was best for her, so I continued by pressing my tongue as hard against her as I could, to her obvious delight.

I had continued to support her legs while doing this, but now I lowered them, and once more put my arms under them and brought my upper arms over her legs so that as before my hands could open her lips fully, and press down on her just above her pussy. I could feel the muscles under my hand already tightening and then relaxing only to tighten again, so I knew that Angela was already well on the way to her climax.

My mouth now went immediately to her prominent nubbin, her main source of delight, and I gently flicked my tongue up and down over it before sucking it into my mouth, where I continued to give it the attentions of my tongue. This was all that was needed, for starting to gasp again, Angela almost anxiously said, "Daddy, Daddy, please come into me now before I come again."

If we had had more time at our disposal, I think that I would have ignored this plea, and brought her off again before proceeding further, but I didn't want to disappoint her by not losing my virginity to her today, and nor did I want to defer the experience for myself, so I removed my hands and lowered my arms, and, as I expected, Angela, my darling daughter, curled her legs up lifting her bottom hole up for me to enter.

I quickly smeared some of the lubricant over the head and along the shaft of my cock, and carefully put the head at the centre of her ring. Holding my cock with one hand, I started to push against her, but finding a degree of resistance, I was reluctant to push very hard for fear of hurting my little angel.

"Quick Daddy, just one good push to get in," she said, "You won't hurt me, and I want it there so much"

I did as I was told, and as I pushed, she pushed back towards me. Suddenly it opened to me, and my knob stretched the opening and slid inside, as if into a warm, tight, smooth fist. She clenched her muscles and gave a little laugh when she heard my sharp intake of breath.

"Now slide slowly forward until you are right in, Daddy, then stay there while I get used to it."

I think that Angela was enjoying being the expert, and giving me instructions, and I was delighted to be a willing pupil and be instructed by such a lovely teacher, so I rocked slowly forward until my cock was buried up to the hilt in her bottom. What a wonderful feeling to be gripped in such a way. More than just the physical sensation was exciting me.

This was the first time I had ever had my cock in a woman's bottom, and the woman was my own sweet daughter. Angela put her hand between us, as I bent forward so that I could kiss her mouth. Her tongue immediately inserted itself in my mouth, and explored there again. All the time, she was making muffled murmurs of pleasure, and after about half a minute she pulled her mouth away from mine, and said, "That feels wonderful, Daddy, but wouldn't it be better if we lay on the bed properly. Just pull out for a minute."

I did, and she then twisted herself round until her head was on one pillow, then she reached for the other one and gave it to me.

"Put this just under the bottom of my back, it will make it easier for both of us." Once again I did as I was told. This lifted her bottom up, and when she then curled her legs back, as she had done before, the destination for my cock was well exposed. I noticed that as a result of my previous incursion into it, her ring had remained slightly open. I was reaching for the lubricant again, but Angela stopped me.

"We won't need any more of that, Daddy. I'm well lubed for you, and besides, it will go in much more easily this time. Just put your knob inside me." As she said this she smiled knowingly.

I moved into position between her legs, with her lovely bottom exposed to my cock, and leaning forward, did as she had said, and just pushed slightly so that only my knob went in past her sphincter. She was right, this time it did slide in easily, but once inside it was still deliciously tight.