Summer Fayre

"You smell good," Graham whispered in Emily's ear as Beverly began making them all some supper. He put his fingers to his nose, "Real good."

"And you taste good too," she whispered back. "And you can bring me off any time you want. Love you daddy." She smiled, kissing him on his cheek.

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The Following Day

Both Beverly and Emily were asleep as Graham set off to his office on Monday morning, his head whirling with memories of the weekend's events. The strange gypsy woman, the effects of her herbal creations. He really needed to talk to Kathleen, to try and understand.

Emily woke sometime after ten and showered - happy for the constant supply of hot water and deciding to remove the slight stubble. Fingers were one thing but Emily had plans. Her daddy had told her she smelled good. Well, she had to reward him for the compliment - he could nuzzle his nose right up to her any time he wished. The tingle of daddy's shaving gel felt good as she carefully attended to her other lips, his expensive razor making the skin perfectly smooth. Perhaps, she thought, the thin line of hair she usually left (a "landing strip" a friend had told her) could go as well. It was a faff, but some guys lucky enough to see it said it looked good. Off it came, leaving the skin smooth and totally bare. Some had commented she had a perfect valley there. Until her legs were spread there was no sign of inner folds to spoil the view.

What the fuck! She was horny again. Soaping her valley she gently parted it, seeking out an already hardening clit, gently persuading the nerves there to delight her brain. She palmed an erect nipple with her soaped spare hand and increased the speed of her valley invasion until she sailed over the horizon to that place of utter bliss.

By the time she arrived downstairs the coffee was stale. She brewed enough for her customary 2 cups (another thing she often missed out on while she was away) and sat with 2 slices of thickly buttered toast just as her mother set out for town.

There was still a fading tingle on her lips, constantly reminding her of the previous evening. Within 30 minutes she was bored with her own company, much more used to having others around.

"We could go into town," suggested Jayne at the other end of the phone line, "Or I could borrow mom's bike and come round." Both admitted they had no cash but for the cost of a bus journey they could try on endless clothes for free. No need for an expensive burger for lunch either - the market stalls vied for cheap, filling snacks.

"That looks good," admired Emily, "Wait..." she took a quick snap on her phone. It was the fourth, no fifth clothes store they'd visited and they'd lost count of the budget to designer clothes they'd tried on: all without spending a penny.

"Let's go back to yours," offered Jayne, "And you can show me that sketch again."

***

It just took a quick call home to let mom know she'd be staying a while at Emily's - Beverly insisting there was enough spare to feed Jayne.

"I'll run you home," offered Graham much later.

It was only a short drive but Jayne chatted away, occasionally laughing and touching Graham's leg as she shared with him a rather risqué joke, letting her hand slide along his leg enough to show her appreciation for the lift, but not enough to give him concern. He liked Jayne. Smart, intelligent girl, slim but with fuller breasts than Emily. Always smiling and never afraid to make him aware of her sexuality. She kissed him, turning his head so the kiss was full on his lips.

"Thanks," she said, getting out of the car. "It saves me catching the bus."

Her scent, her risqué jokes, her smile, her perfume and the simple kiss on his lips in appreciation left him with a semi much of his drive back home.

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Tuesday

After a leisurely breakfast the following day Emily decided she should catch up on some of the work she'd skipped in the week or two before the summer break. Better make that month or two. Daddy was expecting (and with the money he'd shelled out he almost demanded) that she got at least a 2:1 degree. Much of it was reading up AND understanding what she read.

She picked up 'Elements of Psychology', a particularly important book she'd rather skipped through, quickly turning the pages and revisiting chapters she really needed to work on. An hour later, not absorbing much, she put the book down, vowing to work through it that evening when it would be cooler. She tried again to find the lost work which she hoped she'd find somewhere on her laptop. She gave up on that too.

Mom had gone out for the day. Emily grabbed a quick lunch then a couple of cans and made for the garden. There was a part of the large garden which was in shade. A light breeze meant she could lay on a sunlounger and hopefully take a nap.

With mom not around she loosened most then all the buttons - leaving her breasts exposed, nipples hard, the breeze gently moving the fabric of her blouse against her skin. She reclined the chair fully, tugged up her already loose short skirt to expose as much of her thighs as possible, not caring that her panties were still in her room.

Thoughts of her daddy, and in particular the image she'd expertly sketched of his hardness, meant her fingers went lazily to the silky smoothness of her sex. No-one was around and the garden was sheltered enough for no inquiring eyes, save those of the old guy next door through a small gap in the bushes.

A welcoming dampness already there met her fingers, the slick lubrication taken up by first one, then two fingers, gradually delving into her womanly entrance then returning to her eager clit. Slowly she began, eyes closed, the vision of daddies long, thick erection fixed in her mind's eye. She'd felt it during that journey home, entertained it, played, teased, almost making it submit and discharge its gooiness. It hadn't submitted but her daddy had - he'd let her entertain him despite his earlier denial. Half the battle was won. Now she just needed his cum deep inside her. No risk of course, not thanks to those invaluable pills. Of course, the risk with fellow students relied on a rubber - Emily wasn't stupid. And she was very selective, good looks, good manners and a thick wallet helped a lot.

Reflecting through those fucks, some quick, some long, some with tender foreplay (a rarity), some a whole night in bed, one even on the grass in a secluded place (outdoors was good), Emily was on the verge of cumming. Her thoughts now centred on her daddy and that provided the... mmmmmgggmmmnm. It came with force and speed. It left her pleasantly exhausted, sweating... and happy.

She needed a pee, sat up, turned to leave the comfort of her padded sunlounger only to hear a rustle and a stifled pleasure-moan. Her neighbour, the old guy with the (he thought) hidden viewpoint had cum too. She was pleased for him.

***

Back inside, cooler, she sat in daddy's preferred armchair, lazily flicking through endless cable TV channels until she found one to suit her - one of the free movie channels. She half watched, half dozed and finally she fell asleep.

She found herself somewhat disoriented, but relaxed and chilled out. She must have been asleep for ages in the comfortable chair. The loud click of the door latch awoke her - her mother returning from town.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Beverly asked, her daughter yawning and stretching.

"It's OK, I'm still catching up on sleep," answered her daughter, stifling another yawn. Surprisingly still overwhelmingly horny, Emily excused herself. She felt another urgent need to pee and, whilst in the bathroom, took the time to again relieve her sexual needs. She felt good, real good. Her panties, thoughtfully collected from her room before settling to watch TV, were soaked but not with pee. She discarded them in the dirty linen bin in the corner of the bathroom and sought out a fresh pair in her room. As a second thought she changed into an older, thinning blouse. Her breasts seemed firmer, nipples solidly poking through. She knew her mother would warn her about her daddy getting an eyeful... but it would be a somewhat gentle warning. Heavens, if her daddy had such a beautiful daughter why shouldn't he be able to fully appreciate her. And perhaps - just perhaps - his appreciation might lead to him fucking her mom in bed that night. Well, it was a thought.

There was time before dinner for her to read up some more on the psychology element of her studies, Emily decided she'd toasted enough in the sun. Besides, she was totally relaxed and was in the best frame of mind to absorb what the book offered.

Sat in her room, away from mom busying herself downstairs, Emily lost all sense of time. The next she knew there was a light rap on her bedroom door.

"It's OK." she called, a standard response to the fact she was dressed and not going to embarrass her daddy.

"Your mom called up twice with no reply," said her daddy, entering the room. "Dinner is in 10 minutes." He seemed impressed that she was actually studying. "Elements of Psychology," he commented as she closed the textbook. "Very boring."

Emily got to her feet, "Surprisingly interesting," she replied, "Particularly the section I was reading." She had surprised herself as well as daddy - totally lost in the words she had been reading. "It's about how the subconscious mind makes the body react without realising."

"Such as?" Graham enquired.

"Well, such as this," said Emily, a sudden smile on her face. She moved across, kissed her daddy on the cheek. She often did that. "That tells you I love you." She moved away a few paces, noticing the movement of his gaze to her small breasts, his view enhanced by several loosened buttons on her already thin blouse. The day had been hot.

"So how does a kiss on my cheek cause a subconscious reaction?"

She grinned, "You're looking at my tits. Mom always says it gives you feelings inside. At least it did when you two were younger, and that usually caused a reaction." He knew immediately what his daughter meant. "And if she kissed you like this," she planted a kiss on his lips, "And put her hands on your butt," briefly pausing the kiss, "Well... hmmm there's nothing like a practical demonstration." This time she offered a more lasting kiss, a kiss she needed, a kiss that she knew he wouldn't refuse, a kiss that was only broken by a call from downstairs that dinner was ready.

Emily simply patted the front of his pants, "See. You may have thought you didn't need that. Your subconscious thought differently."

"It's part of my course that I'd neglected," she explained over dinner, "Daddy noticed my textbook and seemed interested. We'll pick it up after dinner if that's OK."

Beverly nodded. Her choice of TV without interruption. "Take as long as you like, it's good that daddy is showing interest in your studies," she said, genuinely pleased her husband wanted to be involved. Emily had long been interested in working with older people - regularly chatting to ones she saw in the village, visiting them at home when she could, helping them cope and live as normal a life as possible. "I'll clear away and you two can finish your discussion. But Emily, don't fill daddy's head with too much of your coursework stuff," she said, smiling. "I don't want his brain to suddenly burst. And fasten those two buttons - you don't want him to have feelings." The words 'erection', 'hard-on' even 'stiffie' or 'bulge' didn't exist in Beverly's vocabulary 'feelings' usually sufficed.

Emily did (as she often did) what her mother asked, then promptly unbuttoned three as soon as she was out of the room. " You coming daddy?" she called back.

"In a minute, hun, just helping clear away."

"You leave it," Beverly replied, "You seemed quite interested in what Emily was telling you. She'll think it's good. Besides, she's having a bit of trouble with her laptop - you can have a look while you're up there. She didn't dare tell you. She didn't have a backup despite all the reminders you gave her."

"Daddy?"

"OK, OK I'm coming."

"Not yet," thought Emily, "Not quite yet."

Perhaps, Graham mused, it was what explained some of Emily's actions, trying to get him in a favourable mood before she told him about the missing files. He was partly right.

***

Beverly wasn't in the slightest concerned that Graham was still upstairs with Emily after a good hour, no, much longer than that, maybe two hours. It was excellent, she thought, that he was taking much interest in her studies. Graham was a good, reliable husband. He worked hard at his job, he was a good father, a good friend to many people and never one to play away from home - of that she was reliably sure. There were many women in the village, some older and some much younger but there was never a time she didn't trust him.

***

In the minute or two it took for her daddy to come upstairs Emily had her blouse tastily arranged. She sat at her desk, book open at the section which had interested Graham. She looked studious as if totally absorbed.

The cleavage she showed was tempting - a trick she often used to gain free drinks from the constantly horny male students. She was sure that her daddy, now peering over her shoulder, was taking notice.

"It looks complex," he said, his eyes finally shifting to the psychology jargon.

"It's not too bad," Emily replied, "When you've sat through a few lectures. And I find it quite interesting." Graham's eyes took a further glance or two down the limited cleavage on display. While not the smallest of her peers, Emily had no complaints of having a less than average cup size. Some guys liked that and she knew what she did possess wouldn't succumb to gravity as life wore on. "Do you want another example of how the subconscious works?"

Graham didn't reply at first then took the book from the desk, thumbing idly through the pages. Changing the subject he asked, "Mom says you've got a problem with the laptop."

Emily looked concerned, awaiting the lecture. It didn't come. "Oh,yes. Part of my coursework has disappeared. It's about tricks advertisers do to persuade you to buy products. Can you find it?"

"What's it called?" She gave him the name of the lengthy text file, a document she had spent time researching, checking, ready to be marked - work she most certainly thought was lost forever. Lifting the laptop lid he found the cursor blinking, expecting a password.

"Oh, it's 'bevmom17475'."

"Your mom's date of birth?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "Not exactly a secure password." Sure enough a quick search of 'Documents' gave no answer. "Give me five minutes," he offered, "Without distractions."

"OK, I'll behave!" said Emily, exchanging places with her daddy, followed by a big cheeky grin. She picked up the book, reading through it as her daddy worked.

Several questions and many attempts at recovering the elusive data later he finally recovered it. "Is it this?" he enquired after busily pressing keys for half an hour or more.

Putting her textbook down on the desk she leaned over, scanning the text on the screen. Her unbuttoned breasts pressed against his shoulder. "That's magic," she said after quickly scanning through. "I owe you." She kissed him on the nape of his neck, swung the chair round then kissed him fully on his lips.

He smiled broadly, "I think you prepaid that on the journey back from uni." The smile left his face. "Anyway, how many times have I told you..."

"Yeah, I know, back it up. But I didn't," she interrupted. "And no," Emily corrected, though it was partly true, "That was thanks for supporting me during the semester."

Without waiting for his response she kissed him again, turning his head gently to kiss him fully on his lips. The kiss lingered as the lip salve she'd applied while waiting for him worked its pleasures. Once more he had to agree that his daughter's kiss was indeed arousing. His annoyance faded as he melted into the kiss. Emily's lips were soft, her fragrance - a heady mixture of inexpensive scents and enhanced by the magic of the lip salve - began to fill his head, causing his penis to rapidly enlarge and fill his pants. Emily pressed against him. He pulled her butt towards him. Her lips parted more and more, tongues played, saliva flowed, as did Emily's secret lubrication.

She suddenly pulled away and unfastened her remaining buttons then tugged at her daddy's tie to free it and, surprisingly without any objection, she unbuttoned his white shirt. He helped her free it from his suit trousers, kissing her again, lips locked in a passionate embrace, her warm breasts against his naked chest. He reached and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, tossing the shirt on her bed. Then he let Emily take the lead, allowing her to unzip and unbutton the suit trousers which dropped around his ankles. His unsurprising huge bulge now pressed with minimum resistance against his briefs. One swift pull and his weapon sprung free, now pressed against his daughter's belly. She pulled away to admire its glory.

"Wow," she whispered, as if in awe.

"I seem to remember you got a sneak look that Christmas break - not intended on my part."

"You were too quick to cover up," lied his daughter, possibly as an attempt to mask some of his embarrassment. She touched it as if still in awe. It involuntarily jerked. She smiled, "It's alive."

"I bloody well hope so," joked her daddy. They both laughed.

"Can I?" she began, "I mean how about I thank you properly for saving me having to redo 4 weeks worth of work."

"It looks like you already have."

"I mean, properly. Like I kept you hanging when you were driving. I'd love to... to... to..."

"Judging by the other week I guess you won't take 'no' for an answer."

"I'm going to thank you properly. You deserve it for the help you've given me, transporting me and my stuff and for rescuing my work. No arguments."

There was no point arguing, but... he pondered. "OK, but if today's panties find their way into my jacket pocket tomorrow then you've got a deal."

"They got a bit messy, I had to change" she began teasingly.

"So much the better!"

"Perv," she chided, breaking into a laugh.

After carefully hanging Beverly's perfectly ironed office shirt and folding his office suit trousers so neither creased, he lay on the bed. Now they were both naked and Emily lay across him, her breasts smooth and warm against his chest, her legs carefully avoiding his rock hard, engorged dick. They kissed, oh they kissed like he'd never been kissed before.

Her hand went to stroke his balls, her lips moved to gently kiss and her tongue to lick his hardened nipples. He sighed, the sensations reaching parts he'd recently forgotten. Still licking his aroused nipples Emily ran her fingers gently along the length of his erection. Every time she sensed he might cum she slowed. Teasing him with finger and thumb, occasionally using his lubrication to lightly tickle the very sensitive eye Emily gave her daddy the pleasure she felt he richly deserved.

"No," he pleaded, "Not yet," as he felt he couldn't help but cum from the intense feelings inside him.

"No chance," she laughed. "You dare cum and you're in deep shit." As if it was his fault. She slowed again, slowed right down until he felt so buzzing but so relaxed. "You can say 'no', but I'll just ignore you," she said at last. "And for fuck's sake be quiet."

"No to what?" he enquired. The answer came as she lifted herself up, positioned herself and slowly moved over his huge size. Lowering herself little by little her sex lips parted as she eased herself onto him.

It was difficult to begin with. Indeed it began to hurt. The opening that one day would allow a baby to come through gradually became wider and wider. Her own copious lubrication joined his. Little by little he was inside her.