Chapter 1

I don't know why it never seems to occur to adults that their kids have eyes and ears and are generally pretty savvy when it comes to worldly concerns. The fact is kids are information sponges. They hear everything, see everything, and react to everything, and much of the time the adults, in their ignorance, don't realize it. This great truth is a mixed blessing if it's one at all. In my case it proved enlightening.

It was Ben Franklin who once wrote that two people can keep a secret so long as one of them is dead. Well, the same maxim can be applied to kids and especially to teenagers. They not only know everything that goes on around them, they cannot for long keep it to themselves. My daughter Annie is a teenager, a junior at Henderson High.

My name is Harm Carter: the Harm is for Harmon. I used to work in a steel mill before that gawd-damn outsourcing shit sent our jobs and our entire factory to Mexico. Still, I can't complain, I'm one of the few that actually prospered from of the layoffs. I finished college and eventually got a teaching job at Henderson High School where I have taught Language Arts for the past twenty years.

I was single, never married actually, when I lost my job, and twenty-seven years old; so I was able to survive a sight better than most of my compadres who had families. It was at Henderson that I met my future wife, Ellie Potts; she worked a few hours a week there as a volunteer school nurse borrowed from the Mayfield Clinic a few miles up the road.

Ellie always seemed "the unreachable star" to me. All of the male teachers, especially Brad Johnson, were on the prowl when it came to Ellie. Hence, I wasn't going to waste my time "tilting at windmills."

All of the above said, Ellie wasn't the gorgeous model of the year type; she was pleasant looking. She was five-four and maybe 115 pounds, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a sunny disposition that made people always want to be around her. Like I say, she never had any problem getting dates, and again that was the reason that I held off so long in asking her out; I figured that I simply wasn't in her class.

Me? I wasn't actually ugly, but my face was kinda messed up: the result of a 7.65 Taliban bullet that passed through my jaw knocking out half my teeth and leaving me scarred pretty good. The army put back most of the pieces and did a little plastic surgery on me, but there were limits. I was lucky though, a couple of inches higher and the slug sure as hell would have ended my problem with outsourcing.

Apart from my scarred up face, I was about five-seven, medium build, and thinning brown hair. In short, I was not gonna be doing any modeling for GENT. I was, however, in superior shape. I worked out every day and the Army, in point of fact, had been a piece of cake for me; I was hard as nails and grizzly bear tough.

My first date with Ellie was the result, of what I considered at the time, to have been a lucky set of circumstances. She had been working late at the school getting caught up on some paperwork. I was coaching a debate team, and so I was late getting out as well. My car was parked maybe fifty yards from hers. As I keyed the lock and started to get in I noticed her looking at her Honda and frowning. I went over to her.

"Ellie?"

"Hi Harmon," she said. "My car won't start."

"Want me to take a look?" I said, in my most knight in shining armour tone of voice.

"Would you? I'd sure appreciate it," she said.

Her battery was dead. I got my jumpers and got her engine going. "You owe me a dinner out," I said laughing. Where did that come from, I thought? I was ready for the inevitable polite decline or put off.

"Friday night, okay?" she said.

"Huh?"

"Sevenish, okay. I'm staying at the Heywood Arms, number 603. I'm in the middle of changing my address," she offered.

"Uh—okay—thrilled actually," I said. She smiled at that.

I had recovered from my initial embarrassment—shock—confusion whatever and was trying my best to act confident and pleased. I guess I succeeded.

"Good," she said.

Our first of many dates was fun. We went dining, dancing, and ended the evening sitting on the sidewalk patio of a local bistro talking till the wee small hours.

It was some six months later that we were married in front of a justice of the peace in Amarillo Texas. It wasn't fancy, but it was easy and legal. That night was the first time we fucked. I was thirty; she was thirty-one; and she was a virgin!

I hadn't known she was a virgin until we were undressing for the consummation of the marriage.

"Harm, I think I should tell you; I'm a virgin," she said.

I stopped cold, as in a freeze frame photo. "Really," I said. I know it made me sound foolish, but that's because I felt foolish. "Uh—I think that's a good thing." I deadpanned.

She gave a tentative giggle. I broke out laughing. "This is going to be fun," I said.

She looked alarmed. "You aren't going to go too fast are you?" She was genuinely worried.

I immediately reassured her that I would be most guilty of the sin of sloth on this most important of nights.

Taking a virgin who is over thirty years old is both a treat and a challenge. Ellie had never sucked a cock, never had her pussy eaten, certainly never had her ass rimmed; she needed to be brought along slowly, and on this night slow was my middle name.

She actually came out of the bathroom showered and tentative. She was wearing a silvery, full length satin nightgown that hid everything but the tops of her breasts. The damn thing had to go, but slowly.

As disappointed as I was about her nightgown, I smiled and told her how beautiful she was. And she was that.

Being the military genius that I was, I dimmed the lights. The harsh glare was about as romantic as a yard sale.

She sat on the edge of the bed and I sat down beside her. I didn't tell her to relax. I didn't squeeze a tit. I didn't do anything that would worry her. I kissed her shoulder. I kissed it again. I very gently placed two of my fingers under her chin and slowly oh so slowly turned her to face me; she smiled. I kissed her lightly on the lips and then did it again.

In minutes we embraced. I could feel her relax and begin to lose a part of the nervousness that she felt.

I smiled at her indulgently. I very slowly begin to peel the strap of her nightgown downward; I stopped. "Is it okay, dear?" She nodded. Asking her permission gave her confidence that I wasn't just going to destroy her maidenhood. Her tits were open to me. I wasn't sure, but I think she stuck them out just a little as if to tempt or dare me. She smiled at me now; I'm sure she felt that she was exhibiting what she thought was an expression of lust.

I kissed her again and gently laid her down on the silken sheets that the room afforded. I leaned in and kissed one breast then the other. I gave her a look that was a question. She nodded for me to continue. I suckled on a flawless breast that I knew had never been exposed to the rays of the sun.

I began to peel down her nightgown. At first she looked concerned, but then she relaxed. She was naked except for her panties. I placed my fingers in their waistband and began to slowly pull them down and off. Gawd! her pussy was beautiful. Her slit, only partly hidden by a sparse patch of pubic hair threatened to enslave me. I found myself gazing at it for some moments. I think she wondered if I liked the look of it; she seemed concerned, almost embarrassed. I said the right thing.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," I said. I was so sincere that she giggled. "I kissed her there. Soon I was kissing her again and again and then licking and sucking her clit into my mouth; she tasted wonderful. She orgasmed: the first in her whole life more than likely. Certainly the first induced by a man.

I took an hour building up to taking her. As the supreme moment neared I could see she was nervous. I lay my hand gently on her cheek. "It's time for you to become a complete woman," I said. I could see a single tear welling up in the corner of her eye.

"Do it," she said.

I reached for the jar of KY jelly. And spread it on and inside her vagina. I handed it to her. She started to put it on the nightstand, but I stopped her and shook my head no. She understood.

She dug out a large glob of it and spread it all over my raging hardon. I took the jar from her and put it on the nightstand.

Spreading her legs wide, I loomed above and lowered myself to poking distance. I pressed for entry and got partially in. She squealed. I decided not to be ultra slow at this point; it would only prolong her discomfort. I swished my cock around a little at her opening, paused and thrust. Her hymen broke and I could see that she felt a sharp sting.

I pressed for a deeper penetration and then I pulled halfway out. Soon I was screwing her rhythmically. She relaxed and seemed to enjoy the sensation. All of a sudden she looked at me strangely; she stiffened as her first true orgasm tore through her; she screamed.

"Oh my—oh my—oh my," she uttered. She began to choke on her tears. I pumped into her furiously and reached an orgasm of my own moments later. I collapsed on top of her.

Rolling off, I took her in my arms and loved her up. "It's your turn," I said.

"Huh?" she said.

"You need to suck your husband's cock," I said softly.

She looked at me in horror.

"It's necessary," I said. "Trust me."

"Okay," she said. She slithered down my body and then turned around and lay on top of me; I was looking directly into her freshly fucked pussy. She began to tentatively suck me off. I jerked and spasmed wildly as I neared another orgasm of my own. She pulled her mouth from me just as I spurted my cum all over her face and tits.

She lay in my arms for sometime before I was again ready to accommodate her. I had decided to do it all tonight if I could. I did not want to spend the next thirty or forty years with an inexperienced and tentative lover. Tonight was training night as well as fun night.

I lay her face down on the bed and propped a pillow under her midsection. I got behind her and spread her legs wide once again. She didn't object. Well, not until...

She felt me licking her anus. She popped up and looked around at me. "Harm!"

"Dear heart, relax please. Tonight you learn," I said. She seemed to accept that.

I licked and sucked at her anus for some minutes. I reached for the KY jelly. She looked around at me again; I could see that this time she really was ready to stop me. But, to her credit, she decided to let me lead. I pushed the slick jelly into her rear door and spread a ton of it inside of her.

I pressed home my cock and after initial squealing and adjusting she took her screwing with less problem than I had anticipated. My cum washed her insides liberally. My cock shrank rapidly after that. I popped out and kissed her ass a dozen times assuring her of my love for her and my need for her charms.

We slept for hours. I awoke at first light and turned to see my wife still sound asleep and snoring lightly. Good, I thought, an untroubled sleep: a good way to start a marriage.

She was sore for a few days after our week long honeymoon, but she was definitely a whole woman, and I reveled in that fact.

Today was Ellie's birthday. Annie and I had set everything up. The cake was on the table, the ice cream too. Two presents, one from Annie and one from me, were wrapped and waiting for the woman of the house to arrive. She would be very surprised, at least we hoped she would be. We were excited. She'd be home in less than five minutes; she was rarely late unless she had told us so in advance; she had not.

Well, it turned out that this was one of the "rarely" times. A half hour after she should have arrived, she called. She'd been held over at the hospital. They were short handed. She had volunteered. I must have sounded a little down.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'll be home as soon as I can, all right?"

I said all the right things. She said goodbye. And then I hung up.

She made it home about three hours later. It was a little after 9:00PM. Annie and I were still up and we put on a good face and gave her our presents. Ellie was genuinely upset with herself for being late. She was all over us for being thoughtful and loving and wonderful. But there was something wrong, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Had I been a better student of human nature, I would have recognized the telltale signs of guilt, and not the kind of guilt for having had to work late on her birthday.

It was only later that I found out that Annie had picked up on what I had missed.

Ellie loved the emerald earrings I had bought her, her birthday is in May, and the new bikini that Annie had gotten her was likewise well appreciated. For the next several days things were wonderful. Great sex for me and lots of quality time with Annie. They seemed the salad days of our family life.

Annie had asked for permission to go to the mall with Carol, her best friend. I'd given the permission, but had insisted that they be home before dark. It was Saturday, so the traffic would be light and Carol was a cautious driver, so no problem, I thought.

I mowed the lawn and then went inside to watch the ball game. It was almost 3:00PM. Suddenly the front door burst open and Annie came storming in crying. She headed upstairs to her room.

I followed her and had to push the door back as she pushed from the opposite direction trying to keep me out.

"Annie! What the heck is going on!" I cried, finally gaining entry.

"Dad, leave me alone," she said. "Just leave me alone."

"But Annie..."

We verbally tussled like that for a minute of two. Finally, I said, "Okay maybe you'd feel more comfortable talking to mom a little later..." She cut me off and pushed me out into the hallway.

"No!" she screamed, and I heard her locking her door. Very strange, I thought: it had to be some boy. I was wrong.

Some six hours later Ellie's car pulled into the driveway. Annie had stayed in her room the whole day except for a couple of trips to the bathroom. I gave her space. I planned to try and talk to her the next day.

As soon as Ellie had shucked her coat, I told her about Annie's strange behavior. Ellie looked perplexed. Annie had asked to go to the mall after Ellie had already left for work; Ellie didn't know that Annie had indeed gone to the mall.

As soon as I mentioned where Annie had gone, and that she had come back early and how she had acted—crying her eyes out; Ellie went pale. Geezsus! two crazy women in the house at the same time, I thought.

"Harm, I'll talk to her in the morning. Sounds like girl trouble to me," said Ellie. "You go golfing or something. Okay?"

"Yeah—okay—I guess," I said, chickening out.

The following morning, I kissed my obviously nervous wife goodbye and headed for the driving range. I knew Cal would be there and probably Sammy, so I wouldn't be a lone eagle.

Ellie watched as her husband drove off. She steeled herself for what she was sure was going to be a very bad confrontation with her daughter—she had no idea.

She rapped softly on Annie's door.

"Go away!" came the reaction from the room beyond.

"Annie, it's me, mom."

"Get the fuck away from me bitch!" came the scream from inside.

Ellie went weak in the knees. Her worst fears were all but realized. She gathered her wits about her and made a decision. She'd already gotten the room keys from atop the frig. Now she slowly and, as quietly as she could, slipped the key into the lock and turned it. She pushed the door open wide.

Her daughter was huddled on the floor in the corner near the window. Her bed was still made. She looked terrible. She had been crying all night.

"Annie, what's goin' on? Why are you talking like that?" Ellie was still hoping it was something other than what she knew it must be.

"Are you fucking kidding me, you whore!" snarled Annie. She was now up and moving toward her mother.

"You saw us didn't you?" said Ellie.

"Oh yeah, momma dearest. I saw you. Carol saw you. Danielle saw you. Hugging and kissing and loving up that shitass Clyde Barrow. Did you know, Momma dearest, that your cheating ass squeeze was named after a gangster, a killer?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you know, Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow."

"Uh—no—I didn't—I mean he's not my squeeze. Annie, we need to talk."

"We will mom, just as soon as dad throws you whoring ass out the door!"

Ellie lost it. She slapped her daughter and hard. "You will not talk to me that way," said Ellie.

Annie stumbled back a couple of steps from the impact.

"Annie, I'm so sorry," said Ellie. She knew she had crossed the line.

Annie held up her hands to stop her from talking. "Mommy dearest, do not raise your hand to me again. I bench 125 at the gym and I am one tough female of the species. I will react; I promise you."

Ellie nodded. Her eyes were tearing up. "Whaddya gonna do, Annie? Whaddya want me to do?"

Annie eyes were narrow. Her breathing shallow. She was going over the things in her head that she had been considering all night. Her rage gave her the look of a predator.

"First of all you're going to tell me everything. Give me all of the gory details. Then you're going to confess to dad as soon as he gets home."

Ellie shivered. "He'll divorce me, Annie. I know I deserve it, but do you really think it is the best thing, the best way?"

"You mean honesty? Are you asking me if honesty is the best way? Is that what you're asking me?" spit Annie.

Ellie could not look her daughter in the eyes. "I don't know, Annie. It was a mistake. Maybe if I do tell you all..."

"Start now, mommy dearest."