Introduction

Jennifer Cortez was an only child. Her father, Porfirio Cortez, had inherited the family import-export business. In his dealings with Japan, he met Ching and married her. Jennifer was the offspring of the union. She had distinctly Japanese features: oriental eyes, dark brunette hair, and the classical heart-shaped Japanese face. She also had the small Asian breasts with long, hard dusky nipples sprouting from dark, puckered areolas. She would discover that she was multi-orgasmic to the extent that after a climax she would have a powerful animal drive for another orgasm. Usually she would have to cum three or four times before she was satisfied.

It was in the tenth grade that Jennifer encountered Mr. Mellon. He was her tenth grade plain geometry teacher. He was a robust gentleman who had taught mathematics for a number of years. Meticulous to the point of being fastidious, he was always careful in attire, dress, and demeanor. He considered mathematics as his mistress and approached each problem, theorem, or lemma with a demanding, punctilious attitude. Jennifer had the worst crush on her math teacher. She worked doubly hard to impress him. And he could not help but notice her attention to detail. He had incorrectly assumed that it was the mathematics that was the driving force behind Jennifer's efforts.

In the eleventh grade, Jennifer insisted on taking Mr. Mellon's mathematics class. This time it was Algebra II. There were other teachers, but Jennifer was adamant. She had to sacrifice band for math. Her mother was concerned about her desertion of the clarinet, an instrument with which she was not a little bit gifted. But teenagers are that way in these days and times. Jennifer's mom had no idea of the depth and scope of her crush on the teacher, who was old enough to be her biological father.

Jennifer's father, Porfirio, frequently had to travel in his business. He could not rely on a hireling to choose the goods that would sell or trade well. With fuel prices elevated, it was more important than ever to ensure a profit margin. Since his goods were "high end" merchandise, even more care was required to avoid a burgeoning inventory. When he was home, he lavished expensive gifts on Jennifer and her mommy. Still, his frequent absences created an emotional vacuum. Mr. Melvin Melton, on the other hand, was a life-long resident of the community. He had inherited his parents' house after they were killed in an unfortunate automobile accident. He rarely left the city. He did, however, sneak a summer vacation to Las Vegas. This was a dark secret since school teachers were to have saintly lives and high moral standards. But what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas.

In the twelfth grade Jennifer enrolled in Trigonometry and Solid Geometry. Her mother was somewhat concerned because Jennifer struck her as being more of an artist than a scientist or mathematician. And an art class was sacrificed for the math class. The crush made her a slave to her infatuation. Jennifer had learned from her father, who was educated in Jesuit schools, that the only way to keep a secret is to tell no one: not mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter, and certainly not that man who calls himself "holy" and wears a black gown and a Roman raincoat (Chasuble).

In the second semester of her senior year, Jennifer enrolled in calculus. Her father heard of this on his return home and was very proud of his precocious daughter. He suggested that, with her good math grades, she secure a letter of recommendation from her instructor. This idea pleased Jennifer a great deal. This was an "in" for her to spend some quality time with Mr. Mellon one-on-one without raising suspicions.

Jennifer Cortez used the Internet to garner information on Melvin Mellon, high school mathematics teacher. She knew that tons of information was available free and even more for a small fee. The college catalogue from his alma mater also proved invaluable. Jennifer learned that Mellon's parents were killed in an automobile accident along with a younger sister. With no other siblings, he inherited the family house and secured a teaching position in a local high school. Jennifer was able to access much information on her teacher. Each item of interest deepened her infatuation and made her evermore determined to seduce him. She would turn eighteen just after high school graduation. Her idea of the ultimate birthday present was to have sex with the man.

Her father had given her a car on her seventeenth birthday. She would drive by Mellon's house and case out the neighborhood. She noticed that one of her high school classmates lived on the same block. Betty Pollo lived two houses down from Mellon the teacher. It happened that Betty was also in her calculus class. Jennifer decided to make Betty a friend. This turned out to be beneficial since Jennifer now had a reason to visit Betty---they studied together---and also be in proximity to the teacher's place.

It was Friday after graduation when Jennifer decided to make her move. She called Betty on her cell phone and begged her to cover for her. "Betty," Jennifer spoke into the cell phone from a remote corner of her back yard, "I want to slip out with a new boyfriend. Can I tell mom that you are having a sleepover? Please!"

"I am not sure," Betty retorted. "Maybe I will get into trouble. But who is this person of mystery?"

"Please don't ask me to tell," Jennifer pleaded. "I want this to be secret."

"Now I am curious," Betty answered. "I won't cover for you unless you tell."

"You have to promise me that you will tell no one," Jennifer bargained.

"I promise," Betty replied, "now tell."

"It's Mr. Mellon," Jennifer said, "but don't get the wrong idea. This is my first time to come onto him at his place. I've wanted to seduce him for a long time and now I have a chance. I know you are going to say that I'm crazy and freaky, but it's something that I want to do."

"You mean he doesn't know," Betty responded. "You are a little trollop. All this time I thought that you had some interest in mathematics and science. You were just there to schmooze up to Mr. Mellon. You were such a brownnoser!"

"I don't care what you think, Betty," Jennifer spoke with desperation in her voice. I need this favor."

"Don't worry Jen," Betty replied, "It's a done deal. How long are you planning to stay over?"

"At least one whole night," Jennifer answered. "It depends on how long I can stay with Mr. Mellon."

Jennifer parked in front of Mr. Mellon's house. If anyone noticed, it was in close proximity of Betty's place. No one would care or notice. Jennifer rang the doorbell and trembled with excitement and anticipation. The teacher came to the door.

"Jennifer Cortez," he stated. "Do come on. I was just working on some stuff. You letter of recommendation is on my desktop now. Is that what you came by for?"

"Yes," Jennifer spoke with a quivering voice. She wanted to say more, but had no idea how to approach the subject. She was hoping that he would notice her low short jean, tight tank top, and the fact that she was totally bereft of underwear. In fact, he had noticed. But, things being what they are these days, the old "come-on's" didn't really apply anymore. Customs and mores are evolving at warp speed, whatever "warp speed" means.

Mr. Mellon went over to his computer to print out her letter of recommendation. He sensed that something else was afoot. He sensed a hidden agenda, transparent with Jennifer, but what could it be?

"I was eighteen last week," Jennifer volunteered, interjecting with surprising excitement. Now her math teacher was taking some interest in her body language and posture. Her legs were crossed. She blushed a scarlet red. With his full attention on her she made an obvious move. Jennifer reached down and rubbed her wet pussy. Her wetness could be seen through the crotch of her jeans. Mr. Mellon could not help but stare.

"You came for more than a letter, didn't you?" He queried. "What do you have in mind, young lady? Now that I know that you were eighteen last week, 'happy birthday' is in order." He smiled and waited to see how this conversation would develop.

Part I

Jennifer walked up to Mellon and looked him squarely in the eyes. They stared into each others faces for some period of time. Then Jennifer reached out and took Mellon's hand in hers. She glanced down and then looked up again. She stroked his hair with her other hand and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him. He trembled with the fear of falling to temptation and the terror of failing to seize this moment.

They kissed. And, in the touching of their lips they bonded souls of father and daughter forged in the darkest abyss of the netherworld. As her fingers ran through his graying, thinning hair his hands caressed her soft, silky-smooth skin. He felt her sculptured shoulders and rubbed her slender neck and the cleavage of her buttocks. It was a perfectly proportioned body, strong and toned. This was unearthly. Mr. Melvin Mellon trembled with irresistible passion and carnal craving. His mind was filled with lust and longing.

Jennifer parted her lips and osculated wantonly. Mellon's tongue entered her sweet, warm oral cavity and touched her pearl-white teeth. His robust, aged, masculine scent commingled with her vibrant, excited pheromones of arousal. Olfactory responses triggered endorphins in each of the two. Mellon breathed hot, lustful breath on her slender neck. Jennifer responded with warm, moist kisses to his throat and along his jaw line. Their passion undulated as the tides of the sea. Swell after swell grew.

Jennifer quickly unbuttoned her cut off blue jeans and let them glide over the flawless, blemish-free skin of her legs and rest atop her tennis shoes. She was so wet that drops of vaginal fluid and the perspiration of arousal streaked down her lissome, lithesome, limber, lanky inner thighs. Mellon shuddered as he let his fingertips feel her moist, tumescent clitoris. She responded by rocking her hips back and forth and rubbing her privates on his pants legs. He felt her wetness through the cloth of his britches. From her hypogastric triangle he brought her fragrance to his nostrils.

"What shall we do?" Melvin asked. He then remembered his younger sister's bedroom, unchanged in over two decades. Jennifer left her cut off blue jeans on the floor and followed Melvin Mellon to the room. She was awestruck. It was a bedroom of a twelve-year-old girl. This was a room with dolls and toys but also with the trainer bra and the Kotex pad. Here, frozen in time after a fatal car accident, was a young girl's room. Jennifer tossed aside her bra and climbed into the bed. The bed had an overhead canopy.

"Tuck me in, Daddy," Jennifer requested. She was about to enter a new phase in her existence.

Part II

Melvin wasted no time in undressing. He had known woman before, but with the high moral standards of teaching and his financial position, he avoided the expense and trouble. Sometimes he wished that he could be one of the one-hundred forty-four thousand virgin men---the Holy Innocents. But then his mind would return to reality. This eighteen-year-old girl was legal. They were consenting adults. But this was more like father-daughter incest. It was truly a forbidden fruit. It was a dream. Yet it was reality also.

The bed was too small for the two to get into the missionary position, so Melvin positioned Jennifer bend over on her belly to enter her doggie-style. She breathed deeply as her cult prepared itself to acquire a new member. Melvin soon realized that this comely little tart was a virgin. His throbbing shaft, replete with irregular veins pushed against her maidenhead without success. He pulled he from the bed and onto the hardwood floor. After several hard pokes his penis entered her vagina. Still the hymen constricted; she was very tight. Moreover, Jennifer was lubricated not only with her vaginal secretions but also with her warm blood from the ruptured hymen membrane.

As the maidenhead was torn, Jennifer had moaned and groaned. Melvin asked her if she wanted him to stop. She was adamant in her denial. She wanted to lose her virginity. She wanted to lose her virginity at that moment. She wanted to cum. She wanted him to cum inside of her. She wanted no Coitus Interruptus. She came several times before he finally got his rock soft. She held him to her as he pumped his honey nectar into her Holy of Holies. Jennifer would need a Kotex.

"Daddy?" Jennifer asked. Melvin turned his head to make eye contact. They were side-by-side on the hardwood floor of the dead girl's bedroom. There was a collage of juvenile articles interspersed with the teenage images.

"Yes, Pumpkin?" Melvin answered. This was the term of endearment that his parents bestowed on his deceased younger sister.

"Do you love me, Daddy?" Jennifer asked. Although this was their first time alone together, they had known each other as student-teacher for three years. And, during summer vacations, they had also randomly crossed paths. Jennifer worked hard to arrange those brief, spontaneous events. They each had to give the appearance of random or chance encounters.

"Yes, Pumpkin, I love you," Melvin replied. He looked into her almond eyes and studied her heart-shaped oriental face, accented with some minor Caucasian features.

"I love you, Daddy," Jennifer responded. "Can we be together?" She asked hopefully. Mr. Melvin Mellon looked upwards at the ceiling, then looked back and queried Jennifer Cortez.

"When do you have to be home, Jennifer?" he inquired.

"I told Mom that we were having a sleepover at Betty Pollo's place for a couple of nights. Betty's parents are out of town and no one will suspect that we are together." Jennifer stated the situation matter-of-factly.

"Ah, Pumpkin," Melvin retorted. "You thought of everything. You planned this out from the beginning didn't you? You little trollop!" He smiled. She smiled. The two kissed again and again. She was becoming aroused again.

"Do me again, Daddy," Jennifer begged. Melvin struggled to attain a suitable erection. His penis was sore from dilating her hymen. She had freely given up her virginity to him.

"Doggie-style, Pumpkin," Melvin commanded. Jennifer bent over the bed and seized the covers in her hands, pulling herself into position. When Melvin pushed his massive member to her tight, taut, treasure trove she could not avoid crying out.

"Daddy, it hurts," Jennifer cried, salty tears streaking as rivulets over hot pink cheeks. Melvin started to pull out to lessen her misery then she quickly recanted. "Daddy, I want it. Don't stop." It took him a long time to achieve his second orgasm of the day. What was the old saying? "Once a king, always a king; Once a knight (night) is enough."

"Let's order some pizza and watch some DVD's, Pumpkin" Melvin suggested.

"Yes, Daddy," Jennifer beamed with pride and pleasure. Naked, she walked over and got her purse. "Look Daddy," she announced: "toys!" She had huge vibrating dildo and a butt plug. She was prepared for a long weekend of learning to be submissive and enjoy the most intense role playing.

Part III

Betty Pollo called Jennifer Cortez on her cell phone. "What's going on?" she asked. "I'm like so bored."

"We did it!" Jennifer squealed. Betty had noticed Jennifer's car parked in front of Mr. Mellon's house and the pizza delivery. She was interested in an adventure herself. Unlike Jennifer, Betty was no virgin.

"Can I come over, too?" Betty requested. The silence on the receiver was deafening. For sure Jennifer wanted Mr. Mellon all to herself. But she needed a "cover" or, at least "concealment." There was the question: "What will 'Daddy' think?"

"Do you want to join us for a social visit or do you want to role play as well?" Jennifer inquired. This time there was a hiatus on Betty's end. Betty had known Mr. Mellon since the tenth grade. She was sure that Jennifer had gone to some effort to affect this seduction. For sure, she didn't have the dangerous crush that dominated Jennifer. Clearly Jennifer was obsessed with having a father-daughter relationship with the hapless mathematician. Betty could see nothing but trouble. Still, she was bored. Lick a weekend trip to Las Vegas, Betty decided to act on an impulse. She could use a truly unique sexual experience? The "High School Harry's" in her life had left her cold and irritable.

"I'm in," Betty replied. "What kind of role-playing are you two into?" Betty was hoping that it wasn't some banal, mundane, quotidian "kiss-kiss" mawkish romance. She was about to be surprised.

"We are into a parent-child thing," Jennifer answered. There was some hesitation in her voice, a nervous trembling. Betty picked up on that.

"I can do the mother part, you little tart!" Betty responded with reassurance. "Besides, I feel like pizza too. And I will bring some of daddy's DVDs. I know where he hides his pornography. It is all quality material, mostly Japanese and Chinese." Betty could feel the conversation warm up considerably. "And I will also bring some 'mature' toys as well. I've always wanted to control and manipulate a 'tween' girl!" Betty then thought of her new video recorder. This could make a fearsome entry to http://www.redtube.com.

"Super!" Jennifer squealed with delight. Little did the girl know what Betty had in store for her. They had taken math classes and sat together in science club for three years in high school; however, neither was aware of the other's desires or fantasies. Jennifer was blessed (or cursed) with an overactive libido and an irresistible sex drive. Betty was into control and the bizarre. Mr. Mellon was more of a novice than either of the two vixens! This male tyro was soon to become the "straight man" in a real-life drama!

Melvin had just gotten dressed when Jennifer ran up to him. She was naked and aroused. "Betty is coming over," she uttered. Just then the doorbell rang. "She wants in on pizza and DVD," Jennifer continued. She knew that Mr. Mellon would be apprehensive. "She's ultra cool, Daddy. Get the door, I'm butt naked." Mr. Melvin Mellon garnered his intestinal fortitude and opened the door. Betty was a statuesque beauty. Her porcelain skin was a perfect white. She looked as if she could be Galatea, carved from the finest ivory by Pygmalion, Kind of Syracuse.

"Well, come in Betty," Melvin ordered. "Grab some pizza. We were about to see some DVDs." He noticed that Betty was carrying a large bag with a shoulder strap. "What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Toys and a ton of DVDs," she replied. "I'm famished, let's eat first." The three ate pizza. After her first piece Betty washed her hands and put in a DVD entitled "Eight Hours of Ass Banging." It was heavily into anal sex. There could be no doubt what those two wild things had in mind.

Part IV

After pizza and several hours of viewing DVDs and eating popcorn, Betty stood up and stretched. She glanced into her bag. "May I have some time alone with Jennifer in the bathroom?" Betty asked Mr. Mellon. He was curious as to what Betty had in mind; but he decided to wait and see the surprise. Jennifer had put her cut off blue jeans and tank top back on. Betty motioned for her to follow. She did. Once inside the bathroom Betty began issuing orders.

"Undress complete, tennis shoes as well, and into the tub on all fours," Betty barked. Jennifer moved slowly at first but Betty motivated her with a slap on her face. Jennifer was shocked. Betty was such a Domme! She had never expected such treatment. She hurried and obeyed.

Betty busied herself filling a red hot water bottle with lukewarm water. Jennifer was wondering what was going on. Then Betty put out some K.Y. Jelly and attached an enema tube and nozzle to the hot water bottle. It had a double function as an enema bag. Betty hung the enema bag high on the shower rod, using a loop of the shower curtain. She made sure that the bag was high enough to give plenty of hydrostatic pressure.
"You aren't going to put that in my ass are you?" Jennifer asked Betty.

"I certainly am," she replied. "And after you are thoroughly purged, in goes your butt plug. 'Daddy' will be the only one who is permitted to remove the plug. You will tell him how proud you are to have him as your one-and-only to be able to unplug you. Now spread your cheeks. Pull those glorious hemispheres apart so that I may insert the squirt." Jennifer obeyed, spreading her cheeks widely. The enema bag held two liters of liquid, lukewarm water this time. The first five seconds were used filling the descending colon and rectum. Jennifer felt a slight fullness. The next five seconds were given to filling the sigmoid colon. Jennifer felt discomfort and pressure. The last five seconds finished filling the sigmoid colon and ascending colon. There was cramping and the distinct "urge to purge."

"Oh, Betty," I have to go right now!

"No you don't, Jennifer. You have to hold it in." Betty was in control. Jennifer squirmed and writhed in the bath tub. She was surprised that she was actually able to accept so much liquid and even more amazed that she was able to hold it in her bowels. Every minute seemed like an hour. Betty told Jennifer not to ask permission to use the toilet. She would decide the time. Fifteen brutal minutes passed.

"A girl may relieve herself now," Betty commanded. Jennifer moved to the toilet and sat. Betty was refilling the enema bag.

"A little privacy," Jennifer requested. Betty frowned and shock her head. Jennifer would have to defecate her wicked brew for Betty to see, smell, and observe. Jennifer sat for a minute, nervous and tense, then she was unable to keep her sphincter taut and a mighty river gushed forth. She made a mess. Betty made her clean up very well.

"Back in the tub again, Jen," Betty commanded. Jennifer was crying with embarrassment. The unpleasant, humiliating process would be repeated. In fact it was repeated three times. Once satisfied that Jennifer was totally flushed out, Betty lubricated the huge butt plug. Jennifer was sore front and aft. Her anal sphincters and pubococcygeal muscles were tight. Betty pushed the well-lubricated butt plug in slowly. It was painful and Jennifer groaned and moaned. Once fully inserted the oval base held it in place. The taper prevented Jennifer from expelling it. It would have to be manually removed.

Betty headed back to the family room where Mr. Mellon was looking through the DVDs and sorting some of them. "Eight Hours of Ass Banging" continued its show, now very repetitious and redundant. Jennifer, naked except for a butt plug, followed her. She was walking funny; her walk imitated the so-called hemorrhoid shuffle.

"Show your Daddy your plug Jennifer," Betty commanded. "Tell him how he is the only one who may remove it." Jennifer turned and spread her buttocks apart. The oval base started at the base of her vulva and continued to the middle of her perineum. The hard plastic completely covered her anus. It was rather obvious that sitting would be very unpleasant. Walking was also difficult. For sure after a period of time she would be chaffed, raw, and very sore. "We have all night tonight, all day tomorrow, and all night tomorrow night. Daddy should take his time with his little princess. For sure the plug will enhance sex." Jennifer shuddered and winced at the very thought.

"Well," Melvin commented. "What are we waiting for? Jennifer, insert your vibrator. It's time to cum." Jennifer was shocked.

"Daddy!" she gasped. "You want me to stand right here in front of both of you two and have an orgasm?"

"Yes, Pumpkin, we want to see the orgasm face, observe you climax again and again, and have you beg for me to remove that horrid butt plug that you brought with you from your rear end." Melvin stated with certainty. Jennifer took the dildo and inserted it with some effort. Once turned on, she started to tremble and writhe. She hoped that with a climax or two or three, "Daddy" would remove the butt plug. Whatever prompted her to bring that toy? She made a big mistake.