The 64th Notch on the Bedpost


   Firstly, lets get a couple of things straight: The bedpost in question
is a metaphorical one, and you haven't missed parts 1 - 63.  Rather I have
(but a few of my memoirs are out there if you look - this tale may not make
much sense if you have not read any of them).  Something happened to me
recently to make me reconsider the way I have done things, and as a result,
I have decided to commit some of the events of my life to writing.

   Stuff happened to me over the years.  I had relationships: some good,
some bad, some indifferent.  Of all of my notches, the 64th was the one
that I wish had never happened.

   I should add that this really did happen to me, and I have used the real
first names of the main participants.  I am Andrew, and for those
interested, I am quite tall with short brown, slightly greying hair and
very dark brown eyes.

   It was a few months ago, when I was 36.  I was getting on with my life
after my partner Kate had left my 13 year old adoptive daughter Amber, and
me for a new job 500 miles away.  My property portfolio was demanding more
and more of my time, and the office job was starting to bore me, so when a
chance came along to take a fat voluntary redundancy cheque I took it, and
I was now able to spend a few hours a day on my portfolio, for almost
double the income of my old job.  Somehow I had become a man of leisure.

   I still missed Kate.  I missed her smile, her cheeky grin, her straight
talking, her sexual prowess and her inhibition as a woman.  Amber missed
her even more.  Amber's mother had died a couple of years ago and Kate was
starting to fill the gap that had been left.  There was talk of holidays in
Scotland with Kate, but I felt it would too painful to come back home
again. For the first time since I reached puberty, I hadn't felt the need
to have another sexual relationship.  Amber had originally badgered me to
ask Kate out, but now she to was in no hurry for me to find someone else
either.

   I had been considering purchasing another flat in my old home town and
had decided to visit the town centre to see if it was up to my
requirements. Amber and I perused the shops together, just window shopping
mostly.  The place had had changed considerably, but there were signs of
new money coming into the town.  It looked promising.

   Then I passed a familiar looking woman.  She wasn't tall, wasn't slim.
Curvy would describe her.  Tight blue jeans that showed the shape of her
hips perfectly.  It was Adele - she had very briefly been a girlfriend when
I was a young man.  `Very briefly' is a polite way of putting it.  We had a
one night stand, after which she went back to her boyfriend and university
and I moved away, never to see her again.  Until now.

   Incredulous, I said hello and introduced myself and Amber as my
daughter. I could have added `the last time I saw you, you were naked', but
I chose not to.  I think she was thinking the same thing herself.

   She said she was waiting for someone, so we swapped histories briefly.
She had gone to university, but dropped out when she got pregnant, married
Steve (her boyfriend) but that had ended a couple of years ago.  She was a
single mother now, living with her elderly mother.  I brought her up to
date with my situation - it was lovely to see her again.

   Adele had been waiting for her daughter Annie, who turned out to be a
tall girl, about 16 with blond hair, and her mother's large breasts and
very dark brown eyes.  I suggested we had a coffee together to catch up on
old times.  It was so good to see a friendly face, but something was
nagging at me.  I suggested the girls choose a pudding - my treat - and
handed over a £10 note for them.  They didn't argue and were quickly both
over at the café counter deciding what they wanted.

   I took the few minutes privacy to ask Adele a difficult question - I
didn't have long before the girls got back, so I cut to the chase.  On the
one occasion we had made love, I didn't use a condom (the first in a long
tradition) and I came inside her.  `Adele, I have done the maths.  Is Annie
my daughter?' I felt a little choked up just asking the question.  `What?
Don't be silly - she is Steve's daughter!' `Thank goodness for that' I said
in a mock relieved tone.

   I watched the girls in the queue at the counter.  Despite the age
difference, they were really hitting if off, jabbering together the whole
time they were away from the table.  They were a little like chalk and
cheese, with Annie being tall, large breasted and wide hipped and Amber
short with small breasts and boyish hips.

   I wondered briefly about another liaison with Adele.  She had been a
fabulous fuck 17 years ago.  I wondered how much her body might have
changed since then and decided to put the thought on hold for the moment.

   When the puddings were gone, Adele and I swapped phone numbers and the
girls swapped email/messenger addresses.

   A few weeks later, it was a wet Wednesday evening.  Amber had been
feeling off colour that day so I had told her to stay home from school. 
She never usually played up, but when she left her beloved sketchpad and
charcoal kit untouched I knew she really was ill, so I packed her off to
her bedroom.  Amber was becoming a talented artist.  She had become
interested in capturing human emotion and form - drawings of her mother
adorned her walls - either taken from photos but more often from memory. 
There were a few of me and Kate there too.  Kate had been a willing life
model, but I was less keen and had to be threatened with her finding an
older boy to be her male life model.  After that first time, I became more
at ease being naked whilst Amber sketched me There were no pictures of me
or Kate naked on her walls, but I knew they were safely in Amber's drawer.

   I spent the day seeing to my paperwork, occasionally dropping into see
Amber and give her a drink or a meal.  She was quite pale.  In the evening,
however a loud shriek filled the house `Daddy, daddy, daddy!  Help me
quickly!' It was Amber.

   I raced upstairs, not knowing what to expect.  Amber was sitting up on
her bed, her legs spread.  There was a small but ugly pool of blood that
had seeped from her vagina.  `Dad, I'm bleeding' she cried, tears streaking
her cheeks.  I grabbed some tissues and helped to mop her up.  `Its ok
honey.  I think you have your period.' Somehow, although like every father,
I knew the day would one day come, I was completely unprepared.  I stripped
off Amber's blood stained nightie and found her a new one, then I told her
to catch the blood on the tissues while I found something for her.

   I hunted around the bathroom, hoping that Kate had left something. 
There was a box with a few tampons in but I didn't think a girl of Amber's
age should be using them, not to mention the fact that I had no idea how
she should insert them.

   I opened the first aid kit and found some dressings - cut in half they
would do until we had some proper sanitary towels.  I apologetically
returned to Amber.  She was holding the tissues onto her bleeding vagina.
`Let me see' I asked her.  She lifted the tissues away from her vagina -
there was some clotted blood on her labia and some more blood had got
matted into her thin pubic hair.  I pushed the tissues back to her vagina
to catch any more blood.  She had calmed down a bit.  `I was making a bit
of a fuss wasn't I?' she asked.  `It frightened me too sweetheart.  It's
not every day your daughter gets her first period!' She sniffed and wiped
her eyes.  I gave her the dressings and told her we would get some proper
towels for her, then I gave her a long cuddle.

   What would I have given for Kate to have still been around - but she
wasn't.  As well as being my lover she was also one of my oldest friends
and a `rock' in a crisis.  Next on my list of people to call on was Jeanie
- the wife of my best friend Francis.  I called her, but Francis answered,
and explained that Jeanie was working.  Who else could I call to talk Amber
through this and help her find her some appropriate towels?  We had
neighbours, but Amber didn't really know them.  I had a host of former
lovers, but I didn't think any of them were the appropriate people to help
Amber through this.

   Then I thought of Adele.  At least Amber knew who she was, and I knew
from years ago that she was kind and helpful.  I dialled her number. 
`Hello?' It was Annie.  `Hi Annie, is your mum there?' `No she has gone out
for the evening.' I made a quick decision and spoke quietly into the phone.
`Annie, could I ask you a huge favour?  Amber has just started her first
period and I don't know how to help her.  Can you help us?' `No problem,
bring her around.'

   With the improvised sanitary towel in her knickers, I raced my little
girl to Annie's house.

   I was told to wait in the living room while the girls went upstairs. 
Annie's granny (who I vaguely remembered from when I was a young man) sat
with me without speaking.  I waited a long time.

   Finally, the girls came downstairs again.  `All sorted?' I asked
brightly.  `Yes thanks, dad.  Annie has told me all about it.' She rattled
half a box of sanitary towels at me.  I gave £5 to Annie for them.  `Thanks
so much for this - I really owe you one.' I told her.  `There is something
else, Dad.' Amber said.  `I want to have a sleepover `Period Party' at the
weekend.'

   Annie must have suggested it, but I was hardly in a position to argue. I
had never even heard of a period party before then.

   I thanked Annie again and we left for home.  When we got back Amber
asked `Do you want to see?'.  With Amber's predilection for life art, we
didn't have any hang-ups about our bodies in the household so I said yes.
Amber lifted up her skirt and pulled the waistband of her knickers forward
until the elastic was strained.  A towel was lining the gusset of her
knickers and was stained with a few drops of blood.  The clot of blood
stuck in her pubes was gone and her labia looked clean.  I felt a little
choked as my little girl was growing up.  `Nice?' she asked.  `Beautiful.'
I answered, patting the gusset of her knickers.  `Does it feel
comfortable?' I asked.  `It feels a bit scratchy on my...  you know, but it
is better than bleeding everywhere.' she replied, then went on `Of course
you know what this means?' suppressing a smirk.  `Go on.' `I am a woman
now, so what I say goes!' `So if you say "Stop it please dad, I will be
your slave" that is what happens?' She looked at me quizzically.  She
wasn't too old to have a good tickle.  I tickled her remorselessly until
she eventually gave in and said `Stop it please dad, I will be your slave.'
to me.  `Then I will start by giving my slave a beating!' and I pulled down
her knickers to give her a bare bottom pretend beating, then I sent her to
bed.  `I love you dad.' `I love you too, Sweetheart.'

   At the weekend, we had a frenzy of preparing for the period party,
starting with the weekly shopping.

   Amber had made a list, little sausages, crisps, fizzy drinks and the
like - it was Amber's party and she decided the menu.  At the bottom of the
list she had written `sanitary towels for Amber'.  We dragged around the
supermarket finding everything we needed.  We got to the chemist section -
I picked up two boxes of the same sanitary towels that Annie had given
Amber.  Amber took one of them out of the trolley and said she would get a
different sort.  Apparently what I had were ok for `gushing blood', but a
thinner sort were ok when it slowed to a trickle.  It was Amber's period so
I let her find what she wanted.  I moved on and found myself in `men's
sundries'.

   I felt really bad about not even having a sanitary towel in the house
for Amber.  The bewildering array of condoms available caught my eye.  I
had always hated them, but one day Amber would get a boyfriend and would
need some.  Looking at them, they seemed to have several years expiry on
them so I could at least get this right, and have them when Amber needed
them.

   It had been almost 20 years since I last bought condoms.  I was sure the
choice then was `abstinence yellow' or `turn-off pink'.  Now there were
maybe 10 different varieties.  I picked up a pack of 3 at random to see if
I could see what they were for.

   `Those are extra strong for anal sex, dad.  Is there something you want
to tell me?' I blushed bright red.  Amber continued.  `Try this sort dad.
Carlotta in year 10 has slept with loads of boys and she says they are the
best.'

   It was a pack of 5 non latex condoms, extra thin for more sensation and
no odour.  If these had existed 20 years ago, I might have used them more
often.  When I saw the price I might not have bothered though.  I put the
packet in the trolley.

   `Got a hot date?' Amber asked, teasing me.  `Actually they are for you.'
It was Amber's turn to go red.  `As you keep telling me, you are a woman
now.  Sooner or later you are going to get a boyfriend - and from my
experience, these things get forgotten in the heat of the moment but if
they are in your bag you will hopefully remember them.' Amber replied with
`You are so embarrassing, dad'.  I must be doing something right.

   I had told Amber she could invite just a few of her best friends over
and she chose Annie, and two classmates - Casey, a 13 year old tomboy and
Fern - also 13 years old but into fashion in a big way.

   I had a brief chat with Adele when she dropped Annie off, thanked her
for Annie's help, and kissed her cheek when she left.  I thought about our
last night of passion all those years ago, and maybe she would want to try
it again sometime.  The other girls arrived and their mother's left their
numbers with me.  I had met Casey's mum before but never Fern's mother. 
She seemed satisfied that her daughter was in safe hands and left her
daughter in my care.

   I took my duty of care quite seriously.  Something I was determined
wasn't going to happen today was for the party to end up in casualty with a
stomach pump or worse.  Reasoning that most of the party would take place
in Amber's bedroom, I had put her old baby monitor under the bed in her
room so that I could listen in.  I could trust Amber not to do anything
silly, and I was fairy sure Annie would be sensible, but I didn't know the
other two that well.  The first mention of `little tablets', `white powder'
or more likely `a bottle of vodka knicked from my mum', and I would be in
there to break up the party.

   I retreated to my study whilst the party went on in the living room -
loud music had never been my thing.  Without the time to draw her fellow
party goers, Amber resorted to snapping away with our digital camera.

   Finally the music was turned off and Amber told me they were going to
bed.  We both knew that the party was going to carry on for the next few
hours in her bedroom.  I cleared up the living room which looked like a
bomb had hit it, then flicked on the baby monitor receiver and settled down
with a magazine in my favourite armchair.

   I could hear Amber field the inevitable questions about whether I was
her father or her dad, then the girls endlessly talked about pop stars, big
brother, clothes, hair and every other subject that a man my age has no
interest in.  Finally, someone suggested `Lets play truth or dare'.  My
ears pricked up.  The rules were quickly thrashed out by Annie, who seemed
to know what the form was.  The same question would be put to everyone -
they could choose truth or dare, and the dare's would be decided by the
group.

   It was Amber's day, so she got to ask the first question: `How far have
you gone with a boy, and give us all the details!' The others dissolved
into fits of giggles.  Casey said she hadn't done anything with a boy,
Amber had snogged someone called Alistair until he touched her boob, then
he got a kick for his trouble.  Annie was older and had more varied
experience, and told the group she had `done it' with a boy.  `He... 
fucked you?' it was Amber's voice.  `Yes.  One day when my mum was out of
the house I let him fuck me in my bedroom.' `What was it like?' `It was
dreadful.  Over in two minutes flat.  The next day he told all his mates.
The nearest I got to an orgasm was wiping the spunk off my pussy.' `Didn't
you worry about getting pregnant?  `My mum put me on the pill when I was
14. She was worried I would make the same mistakes as her.' Fern chose a
Dare.  I wondered if they would get her to do cow impressions or something.
I was wrong.  The group must have gone into a huddle, then Amber acted as
spokesperson.  `Go downstairs in your nightie and bend over in front of my
dad so he sees your boobs.' Fern could have backed out and gone for the
question instead, but she remained resolute.  I flicked off the monitor. 
Fern came down the stairs.  She was wearing a short pink nightie with a
snoopy cartoon on the front.  I braced myself for the onslaught.  `Er,
Andrew...  I think I lost an earring when I was in your chair earlier.  Can
I check for it please?' I told her she should look down the sides of the
cushion.  She leant over me to put her hand down inside the depths of the
chair as I sat in it.  I could see her apple sized breasts and small pink,
but erect nipples perfectly as the front of her nightie dropped forward. 
Her boobs quivered gently as she searched the insides of the chair.  `No
it's not there.' She was about to leave.  `Perhaps its in the other side?'
I asked, rather mischievously.  Fern leant over me again checking the other
side of the cushion, and I enjoyed her breasts for a second time.  Dare
complete, she went back to the party upstairs and I flicked the monitor
back on.  The girls demanded to know exactly what had happened, and Fern
relayed it all in detail to the nervous giggling of the others.

   Annie had the next question: `Have you ever seen a man's Willy, and can
you describe it?' Annie had seen two Willys, the first had been the
boyfriend she had already told them about, and it was about `this' big. 
The others giggled.  The second was a boy who took her out to the cinema,
and to spite her dad who didn't approve of him she decided to get his Willy
out and lick it.  It was a bit bigger - `this big'.  The girls were
impressed.  Casey had only seen her dad's Willy which was a bit shrivelled
up.  Fern went for a Dare again.  There was definitely something she didn't
want to share with the others.  The girls thought something up for her.  I
flicked off the monitor again as Fern came down the stairs.  `Er, Andrew...
I think my earring might be in that other chair.' I told her to go ahead
and check.  The armchair in question was facing towards me.  Fern knelt
down in front of my chair and bent over to search the sides of the cushion.
The girls had specially adjusted her nightie so it rode up to expose her
bottom.  She got up to go.  `Try under the chair as well.' I suggested. 
She knelt back down again, and bent right down to look under the chair.  I
could clearly see her bum hole and her slit, which was lightly covered in
hair.  Eventually she gave up the search and went back to the bedroom.  The
girls listened intently as she told them what had happened.  Then it was
Amber's turn to answer.  We had never worried about bathroom nudity but
since she had begun to show a talent for life drawings in charcoal, she had
undoubtedly seen more than just my shrivelled up Willy.  `I have seen my
dad's Willy loads of times, and not just shrivelled up, but big as well.' I
inwardly groaned.  I could hear from the rustling of paper that she was
producing documentary evidence.  `Is it really that big?' It was Annie
asking.  `It was whilst his girlfriend kept stroking it.' There were
admiring gasps from the others.  I gathered from the change in the
conversation that a more explicit picture had been found.  `Wow, it looks
really hard.  Was she really about to lick him?' `Not in front of me.  Kate
had to keep rubbing him to keep it up for the portrait though.  It got me a
bit horny actually.  As soon as I was finished she dragged him upstairs for
a seeing to'.  There were more nervous sniggers.

   It was Casey's turn next: `Have you ever fancied another girl, and who
was it.' Annie answered first that she had fallen in love with her female
PE teacher a couple of years ago, but nothing happened.  Fern finally
managed the truth (I was getting worried what her next dare would be), and
said she had never fancied another girl.  Amber had a similar response. 
Casey hesitated at her own question: It sounded like she was half thinking
of going for a dare, but the decided to go for the truth.  `I have fancied
Amber for ages.' There was a stunned silence, which Amber broke.  `Why
didn't you say anything?' `I thought you would laugh.' `I would never do
that.' Nicely done Amber.

   Fern asked her question.  `If you could choose any man in the world, who
would you fuck?'.  She answered first and said `Orlando Bloom'.  Amber was
next, but went Dare.  I wondered why she wasn't keen to share this with the
others.  The other girls secretly discussed a dare for her.  Fern announced
the dare: `You have to snog Casey in front of us.' More giggles, then
silence as Amber must have stood up and gone to Casey.  The room stayed
silent as the girls watched what was happening.  For a surprisingly long
time, all I could her was the odd kiss or groan noise.  I was getting hard
as I imagined what was going on between Amber and Casey.  Finally, I heard
Amber's voice.  `Wow, Casey.  You are a great kisser.  You got me really
turned on!' Annie answered last: `Truth.  Right now I would shag Andrew -
he is soooo hot!'.

   With their game over, I gave them a few minutes to finish their
gossiping, then I called up to remind them that it was getting late.  It
took another 3 reminders before the noise finally stopped except for faint
snoring sounds.

   Over the next couple of weeks I saw a lot of Annie and Casey.  Casey
wanted to spend all her time with Amber `doing homework' with Amber.  By
the way they both emerged from Amber's room looking rather flushed, it
didn't take a genius to work out what kind of thing they were actually
doing, but I decided it was up to Amber to tell me about their relationship
when she was ready.

   Annie however seemed to be visiting to see me as much as Amber.  She was
dressing more provocatively as well.  Five years ago, I would have been
screwing her by now, but I am a changed man now, and I was trying to show
Amber I wasn't into fucking every girl that came along.  Besides, the last
time I slept with a friend of hers, Amber was most annoyed with me.

   Finally, Amber decided to talk to me about Casey.  `Dad, you know Casey
and I have been really good friends recently?' `Yes.' `How would you feel
if we...' I thought she was going to chicken out `...became more than
friends?' `How do you mean?' Amber was going a nice shade of red now.  `As
in girlfriend and...  girlfriend?' `Are you saying you are gay?' `No. 
Well, Yes.  I don't know.' `You are talking about Casey?' Amber nodded. 
`And is this a sexual relationship?' `It nearly was yesterday evening.'
Amber looked as if she regretted saying that.  `What happened yesterday
evening?' I was trying not to smirk.  I am a bad man sometimes.  `Kissing.'
`And?' `We didn't have any tops on.  We kissed each other's breasts.'
`Anything else?' `Casey stroked my...  vagina through my knickers, but I
told her not to go any further.  I really wanted to, but I wanted to speak
to you first.' Amber was looking a bit worried that I was going to be
angry. I decided to end her misery.  `I don't mind at all - you can do or
be anything you want to.' Amber flung her arms around me for a tight hug.
`I have been trying to tell you about me and Casey for ages.' `Am I too
scary to talk to about sex?' I asked incredulous.  `No, I thought you would
be ashamed of me or something.' `I could only ever be proud of you
sweetheart.' `Thanks dad.  There is something else...' `Spit it out.' `I
want to ask her around for a sleepover at the weekend so I can...' `Get her
knickers off?' I queried.  Amber almost imperceptibly nodded.  `You mustn't
let Casey rush you into things before you are ready' I told her.  `I am
ready dad.  I really want to make love with her.' My little girl was
growing up.

   I was about to say it was fine for Casey to come over, but then I
remembered we had tickets for a local music festival that weekend.  Both
Amber and I had been looking forward to camping out at the two day event. I
had spare tickets as Francis and Jeanie had pulled out of coming with us
citing child care issues, but I knew that in reality a sci-fi convention
had been re-scheduled to clash with the festival.

   `How does making love under the stars sound?' I reminded Casey about the
festival.  The tent was a family sized one and had several separate
compartments so they could have privacy.  Amber called Casey who cleared it
with her mum to come with us.  `We still have one spare ticket don't we?'
Amber asked.  `Yes.' `Why don't I ask Annie to come along to keep you
company?'

   I had a shopping trip to prepare for our weekend away and Amber asked me
to add some bikini line wax to the list.  I asked her why.  `Kate had the
most perfectly waxed vagina, and she told me she would tell me why when I
was older.  Well, I think I know why now.' She grinned.  `Pubes in the
teeth?' Amber nodded, grimacing, but laughing.  `And I want to surprise
Casey.'

   After my shopping trip, Amber was upstairs trying the product I had
purchased for her.  I had selected something that look least likely to
cause permanent injury.

   I heard some swearing (which was most unusual for Amber), then finally
she called down `Dad, can you help me please!' I went up to her bedroom to
find her sitting on her bed naked from the bottom half.  An area on her
pubes looked a bit raw, but still hairy.  `Can you help dad?  I cant do it
on my own.' `I am not sure it is appropriate.' `Please.' She was doing her
sad face at me.  I cant refuse her when she does that.

   I read the instructions carefully, and started to warm one of the
papered wax strips in my hands.  I put the other strips in my pockets so
they could begin to warm.  `What effect is it that you are trying to
achieve?' I asked Amber.  She didn't follow what I meant.  `Do you want to
be bald like Kate, or leave some?' Amber hadn't considered this, so she
thought for a while.  `Well, I don't want to look like a kid, so I want to
leave some.' I suggested a little patch above her vagina, but not so close
to get in the way.  She agreed.  `Lie down.  I think it might hurt a bit,
so just tell me if you want me to stop.' `Ok.'

   I placed the first strip on the edge of her pubes.  According to the
instructions, the trick was not to try to take everything off in one go. 
Carefully holding Amber's skin tight with my left hand I pulled the strip
off quickly with my right.

   `Ouch!' `You ok?' I asked, showing her the healthy clump of hair stuck
to the strip.  `Yes.  Wow, thanks dad.  I think you have the knack of it.'

   I continued waxing her until her pubes had been reduced to the little
patch Amber had asked for, about one centimetre above her clitoris, which I
noticed was peeking out from it's hood a little.  `Do you want me to do
underneath?  It is quite hairy to the sides and near your bottom.' `Yes
please'.  The hair left wasn't so thick there, but it would spoil the work
I had done so far if I didn't do it.  I told her to hold her legs wide
apart for me.  Amber's vagina was gaping open and her pink flesh glistened.
I could see she was still a virgin - I wasn't sure how far she intended to
go when she made love with Casey.  Maybe the little trail of skin crossing
her vagina would be gone after the weekend.  I sighed.  It only seemed
liked yesterday that she was a baby at her mother's breast.

   The skin was a little more elastic down the sides of her vagina, and
needed a little more holding.  This was no time for gentlemanly behaviour
if I wanted to get the job done, and I held down whatever I needed to, to
keep the skin from pulling, then ripped off the wax strip.  `Owwowwoww!' It
was obviously rather more sensitive.  It had done a good job though.  My
fingers were a little wet so I licked them - then realised it was pussy
juice.  I didn't say anything about it.  `Do you want me to do the other
side?' `Yes please.' I held her labia down again and felt her hips push
towards my hand a little.  I ignored it and repeated the operation.  It
wasn't difficult to see had slick her pussy had become.  `Ooooh!  Thank
goodness that's done.' `Actually there are a few loose hairs that I cant
get with the wax.' I pointed them out.  There were some right on the edge
of her labia, some around her bottom and some between her vagina and her
bottom.  `Shall I can tweeze them out or do you want to leave them?'
`Tweeze them out - we have come this far.'

   Amber's pussy lips were looking quite swollen now.  I had to pull out
each hair whilst I held either side of it with my thumb and forefinger.  I
started at the top, and necessarily had my finger pressing on her clitoris.
Amber took a deep breath in, at least until I starting pulling out the
remaining hairs.  `Ow!  Ow!  Ow!' I pulled each hair quickly, and worked my
way down the side of her dripping hole.  `Casey is going to love this.' I
offered as encouragement.  I plucked down the other side in the same
manner. All that was left was around Amber's bottom, but the juice flowing
over it was making the hair slippery, so I got a tissue and mopped her.  I
plucked the last few hairs rapidly before they became slick again.

   One last look confirmed I had got everything I could - gently pushed
Amber's dripping labia to one side, then the other to make sure I hadn't
missed anything.  Kate would have been proud of my work.  `The instructions
say you should rub in some moisturiser when you are done.' I pointed out.
`Could you do it for me' Amber asked, absently stroking her newly bare
skin. `Do it yourself you lazy boot.' I replied.  `Besides, if I touch your
bits anymore I would have to marry you.' Amber laughed her infectious
chuckle, and I tossed a tube of moisturiser to her.  `Have fun.' I told her
as I left the room.

   The following morning was Saturday, and Casey was dropped off first. 
Once her mum had said goodbye, Casey came over to me and kissed my cheek,
and thanked me for being cool about her and Amber.  Then she went to Amber
and they kissed hungrily.  I wasn't sure they would be able to hold on
until tonight.  Watching them was making my cock stir.

   I broke up the kiss by standing next to them and giving a little cough.
`A word of advice ladies.  Unless you want to be the talk of the school on
Monday, I suggest you use discretion in public.' They both understood, so I
told Amber to get her things together for the journey.

   Adele arrived to drop off Annie.  Every time I saw Adele I was reminded
of our one night stand all those years ago, sweating bodies and large,
heaving breasts.  Adele thanked me for letting Annie go with us - I told
her to thank Amber for the invitation.

   The car was finally loaded.  Every last space was taken by the tent,
luggage, food or passengers.  Annie was in the front with me whilst we both
pretended not to notice Amber and Casey smooching in the back.  After an
hour of driving, we arrived at the festival and Annie helped me with the
tent while the others went to explore and listen to the music.  `I take it
you know about Amber and Casey now then?' she asked.  `I have known for a
while, but she only told me about it a couple of days ago.' `Are you ok
about it?' `Yes.  She is only 13 so I am not sure she knows what she wants
sexually yet, but if she decides she is a lesbian, then that's fine.' `I
wish my dad was like you.  I had a black boyfriend once and when my dad
found out he hit the roof and forbade me to see him again.' `What did you
do?' `I told dad I had to see the boy to tell him.  The boy took me to the
cinema and I did something rather naughty with him just to spite my dad,
then I told him I couldn't see him anymore.  And I missed the film!'
Neither of us could help laughing.

   We got the tent set up - this was the first time I had ever used it and
I was quite pleased to see that the roof had clear panels to give the
compartments more light in the daytime.  It was a regular home from home.
We moved the sleeping bags in, and settled down to listen to the music.  It
was a sweltering day and Annie went inside the tent to change into her
bikini.  I resisted the urge to peek, but I needn't have worried - the
green polka dot bikini was very brief and left nothing to the imagination.
I went inside to change into my shorts - there was no point in passing up
the chance to improve my own tan.

   `Can you help me with some suntan lotion?' Annie asked me.  In my
experience, this is usually a bit of a come on.  `Which bits need to be
done?' `Anything that shows.' Annie was laying face up on a towel.  I
decided it couldn't do any harm to have a little fun.  I started on her
feet, then carefully rubbed the cream into her long legs.  `Open your legs
a little.' I needed to apply some cream around the edge of her bikini
bottoms - girlfriends in the past had burnt there and they found it very
uncomfortable.  I accidentally nudged the bulge of her labia in her
costume. I noticed Annie was biting her lip.  `Are you ok with me doing
this?' `Carry on.' she replied a little huskily.  I moved on to her tummy
then her arms and shoulders.  Her breasts were large and barely covered by
the brief bikini top.  I decided not to ask permission to do these and just
applied more cream to her firm mounds, making sure it was spread evenly on
every square inch of her exposed flesh.  Her nipples were hard now under
her costume.  My cock was hard under my shorts.  She was breathing quite
heavily.  `Is there anything else you want me to do?' I asked.  `Not yet.'

   Amber and Casey finally came back, holding hands.  They must have toured
the whole of the venue together.

   `Hi.' she called to us, then updated us on everything they had seen. 
`Oh, and I met the vicar and his family - he sent his regards.' `Were the
twins there?' `Yes.  They were making a racket when I saw them.' Amber
didn't know why I took a special interest in the twins.  I might see if I
could say hello while we were there.  `Oh, and I had to tell him that you
and Kate had split up.  He seemed quite sorry.' Him and me both.  `Who was
Kate?' Annie asked.  I told her about my partner who had left Amber and I
for a job opportunity 500 miles away.  `I think I saw some of Amber's
drawings of her.' I knew most of Amber's drawings of her were quite
explicit.  `She was quite a woman.' I said quietly.  `But she has moved on,
and so should you.' She was right.

   Amber and Casey decided to go into the tent and change into their
bikinis.  I had a pretty good idea what else they would get up to while
they changed.  I whispered to Amber as she went past `Wait until the stars
are out sweetheart.  Trust me on this.' She smiled and nodded.

   They did take their time getting changed, but eventually emerged.  Casey
was particularly pale, so I told Amber to make sure she put on plenty of
suntan lotion.  Well, what are dads for, if not for giving sage advice?  If
anything they seemed to spend their entire time putting lotion onto each
other.  I hoped there was enough for the whole weekend.

   The music ended for the evening.  It was quite late, and the day had
turned into a beautiful clear night.  Amber and Casey decided to turn in
for the night - I gave a secret wink to Amber as she went by.  Annie
noticed it.  `I think tonight is the night.' I explained, nodding towards
the girl's tent compartment.  `You are such a cool dad.' I smiled and
suggested we pack our stuff inside the tent and go to bed ourselves.  When
everything was away, we could her some muffled passion coming from the
girl's compartment.  `Ah.  Didn't think of that.' I told Annie
apologetically.  `No problem.' she replied, unclasping her bikini top.

   Annie was nearly as tall as me, with large firm breasts, which she
adored being nibbled, just like her mother had done.  I licked her dark
areola, and her nipples hardened at my touch.  I tugged at her bikini
bottoms to reveal her neatly trimmed patch of golden brown pubes.  Her
labia were glistening in the dim light.  I licked her pussy whilst she was
still standing.  I heard the sound of a muffled orgasm from Amber and
briefly wondered if Casey was doing the same thing to her.

   `Fuck me, please Andrew.' Annie asked.  I obliged, fucking her long and
hard in the missionary position before taking her from behind, feeling her
heavy breasts sway with my thrusts, then I filled her with my seed.  Annie
had three noisy orgasms, but she was in competition with Casey and Amber.
Annie licked my cock to hardness again, then rode me to another orgasm,
then we collapsed together in exhaustion.

   In what seemed like the very early morning, Amber unzipped my
compartment door flap and peeked inside.  Annie and I were sleeping
together naked - it was too hot for covers.  `Dad?  Dad!  How did it go for
you dad?' Amber whispered cheekily, waking me up.  `Amazing.  How about
you?' `Brilliant.  You were right about waiting for the stars.' `I heard
you enjoying yourselves.' I winked at her.  `You don't mind about me and
Annie do you?' `Why would I mind?' `Well, she is your friend, and you
weren't very keen on me sleeping with Shelley before.' `Well, I am a woman
now, and it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.  You have my
blessing.' Had I not been entangled with a beautiful naked girl, I would
have given her the mother of all tickles for that, but I decided to let it
go.

   Amber stood up and turned and I could see Casey emerge from their
compartment.  She was naked and I presumed had not seen what Amber was
doing.  It was only then that I realised Amber had been naked while she was
speaking to me.  The two girls stood up and kissed, embracing in front of
me.  Amber bent down a little to suck on Casey's nicely rounded breasts. 
With Amber's back to me, Casey worked her way down Amber's body until she
was kissing her pussy, and I could see her gently slipping a finger inside
her, then work it in and out quite fast.  I saw my little girl almost
buckle to her knees then have another orgasm before they retreated back to
their compartment.  I realised that the little line of skin that I had seen
inside Amber was almost certainly broken.

   My cock was as hard as a rock, and needed some relief.  I turned to the
still sleeping Annie and gently slipped it into her, fucking her slick
pussy slowly whilst she slept.  It seemed like the sex was forming part of
her dream, and she got more and more into it without waking up.  I think we
both came, I did anyway, leaving what felt like a huge load inside Annie. I
listened to Casey and Amber making love again while Annie slumbered on.

   The tent `household' finally woke up to the smell of the breakfast I had
cooked outside for them.  Annie came out in her bikini again.  `I am
absolutely full of your spunk you naughty man' she giggled quietly.  `Is
that ok?' I asked.  I knew she was on the pill, but she didn't know I knew
- devious aren't I.  `Nothing to worry about, apart from my soggy bikini
bottoms!' There was a definite dark patch in the gusset of her costume.  I
quickly thought about giving her a top-up, but I had started the breakfast
now so it would have to wait.

   I could see the girls canoodling in the tent behind me.  `Girls. 
Discretion remember.' After a final kiss, they stopped and came outside
holding hands, also in their bikinis.  We all had a strong appetite that
morning, and we enjoyed ourselves some more before it was time to go home.
I dropped Annie home first - she said she would call me, and gave me a long
kiss before her mother answered the door.  Then I dropped Casey with her
mum.  Amber had to say her goodbyes in the car before they arrived and I
wondered if they were going to have another quickie in the back seat.  `Two
minutes until you are home Casey.' I warned them just in case.  Her mother
came out to meet her.  `Casey you look exhausted!' She thanked me profusely
for wonderful time her daughter had obviously had.  Amber was asleep in the
back of the car by the time we were home.

   Annie and I made love several times more that week.  On Friday the
following week, I had a call from Adele.  She was worried about Annie.  `I
think she may have a boyfriend.' `What makes you say that?' I asked
innocently.  `She keeps going out when she doesn't normally and...' `What?'
`...she has had soiled underwear a few times.' `Soiled?' I was playing
dumb. `Yes, you know.' `No, I don't.' `She had semen in her knickers, ok?'
`Ah.  So she is having sex with a man.  What's the problem?  She is old
enough.' `I don't like it when she is secretive.  Has Amber mentioned
anything that Annie has passed on?' `I don't think so, but if she does I
will let you know.'

   Annie was slowly fucking me from on top, whilst I had been speaking to
Adele.  `Your mother is worried you are fucking the wrong man.' She
giggled. `From where I am, I am fucking the right man.' She pushed down
harder onto me, taking my full length inside her.  `And she should know, am
I right?' `I smiled, nodding that she was right.' `So which one is better -
mother or daughter?' `I would need them both here to compare.' `Nice Dodge'
I thought to myself.  Annie started to pick up the pace, breasts heaving
above me.  I gently stroked her bum hole, causing her to go over the edge
into an orgasm and I delivered a fresh load of semen at the same time. 
`You mother liked me doing that too.'

   A week later, I was working in my study alone in the house when I heard
hammering at the door.  It was Adele.  `It was you, wasn't it?' she
shrieked.  `What was?' I asked, trying to calm her down.  `You have been
sleeping with my daughter!' `How do you figure that out?' Adele thrust a
piece of paper into my hand.  I opened it and saw a charcoal drawing of a
man and a young woman sleeping naked next to each other.  They were
undeniably me and Annie.  Amber must have drawn it from seeing us in the
tent at the festival, then given it to Annie.  `Yes I have, Adele.  But is
it so wrong?  We are just two people having wonderful sex, like you and I
did once.' I was slapped the hardest I have ever been slapped by a woman.
Adele seemed to be hyperventilating.  Finally she managed to gasp `It is
wrong because she is your daughter!'

   It felt like I had been punched in the stomach.  I sat heavily at the
kitchen table.  `But you said Steve was her dad.  I asked you, and that is
what you said.' `I lied!  As far as Annie is concerned, Steve is her father
and I wasn't going to tell her any different just because I saw you again.'
`Are you sure?  About me being her father?' `She is exactly the right age.
She is tall like you, has your dark brown eyes, the shape of her nose, her
lips, her chin...  All yours.  Steve has none of those traits.' Her voice
softened a little.  `But we made...' I couldn't finish the sentence.  `What
are we going to do?  Should we tell her?' `You are going to dump Annie and
never see her again.' `But she is my daughter.' `To her, Steve is still her
father, and you can never tell her the truth.' `Never?' The prospect of
having my own daughter was slipping away from me again.  Adele went on `I
should have realised that telling her to keep away from you would make her
do the exact opposite!  And you had better have used precautions!'

   `She is on the pill' I said weakly.  `She WAS on the pill!  She stopped
months ago!'

   A new horror was dawning on me.  I decided if I didn't think about it,
it would go away.

   Adele stood over me, listening in as I called Annie to break up with
her. `Hi Annie, its...  me.' `Hello, my lovely stud - I am still leaking
your sperm you know.  I could do with a refill...' I could see Adele's
expression change slightly when she heard this.  `Annie, I have to tell you
something.' I didn't actually know what to tell her.  `You are not married
are you?' `No.  Nothing like that.' `Is it that you want to fuck my
bottom?' she asked coyly `I really want to try that you know.' `Its just
that I met up with your mum today and I remembered how much I loved her and
that it wasn't right to sleep with her daughter when I felt like that.' It
was the best I could do.  `My mother?  What are you talking about?' Then
the truth dawned `You are dumping me!  Have I done something wrong?' `Not
you my love.  It was me.  I'm sorry.  Goodbye.' I put the phone down.

   Adele left me to it.  I spent the rest of the day emptying a large
whisky bottle.

   I woke up the next morning with a pounding head and the floor seeming to
lurch when I moved.  There was a bowl next to me in case I was sick.  Amber
was clattering about in the kitchen emptying every drop of alcohol we had
left in the house down the sink.  Seeing I was awake, she came over to me
and quickly held the plastic bowl up to me when I started to retch.  `What
was all that about?' she asked, motioning towards the empty whisky bottle.
`Nothing that concerns you.' `Annie called a couple of times.  She told me
you dumped her and wants to know why.  So do I.' I recounted my lame excuse
from the previous day.  `How about telling me the real reason.' I angrily
told Amber that it was the only reason she was going to get.

   Later in the morning, I felt better and apologised to Amber.  I told her
there was a very good reason why I had dumped Annie, but I couldn't tell
her.  She accepted that, but made me promise to tell her one day.  One day
a very long time from now.

   A few more weeks went by.  I didn't have any more booze, probably thanks
to Amber.  I spent some time considering how I had lived my life and
decided that the best therapy would be to recount these tales.

   A couple of weeks ago, this is where my story would have ended.

   Last week however, my doorbell rang and I opened the door to see a woman
in her late twenties standing before me.  She was familiar.  She was small
built and wore her dark brown hair in a short bob.  She had an expensive
taste in clothes but retained an elegant demeanour.

   `Maddy!  You wouldn't believe how glad I am to see you!' I hugged my
former girlfriend for what seemed like hours until I released my embrace
and saw that Madeleine had tears running down her cheeks.

   I ushered her in and got her to sit down and tell me what was the
matter. Madeleine's mother had died a week ago and she had come back to
sort out the funeral.  She intended to stay in her old house whilst she was
in town, but when she saw the place, she couldn't do it.  Instead she
looked up my address (we had kept in touch over the years with Christmas
and birthday cards), and here she was.  I told her she could stay as long
as she needed.  In the corner of my eye I noticed Amber sketching Maddy.  I
knew that any real emotion was something that Amber always wanted to try to
capture on paper.  She was being discrete so I didn't pull her up on it.

   I accompanied Maddy to the funeral.  I had only met her mother once, and
we didn't part on the best of terms - but it was only because she cared
about her daughter.

   Last night I made love with Maddy for the first time in 13 years.  I
asked if she wanted me to use a condom, but she said it didn't matter.  It
was an ambiguous answer, but I didn't care what the consequences might be.
Our sex was long and slow as we caught up on the missed time together.  I
heard Amber murmur in her sleep next door.  `Sorry Maddy, Amber sometimes
had nightmares and she could come in at any moment.' It was a white lie
that wasn't so far from the truth - in fact she hadn't had a bad dream in
months.  My small ruse had the desired effect, and Maddy's love making
became more vigorous until we both climaxed together.  As my penis softened
inside her, I told Maddy `I love you, and I want you to stay with me.'