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"Because you should be with a boy your own age and not an old goat like me." "I don't want boys my own age." She leaned back in his arms and met his gaze. "I want you!" "Oh, sweetheart. I want you too, but—" "No one will ever know," she promised with a smile as she must have sensed his weakening resolve. "I swear that I will keep it just between the two of us for the rest of my life." "There's so much I would have to teach you," he replied. "But it will be just as much fun as everything else you've taught me over the years." She laughed gaily. "You're such a good teacher. Remember how much I hated Maths when I was eight and didn't want to ever go back to school. You showed me an easy way to remember my times tables and kept teaching me until I started to love Maths. If you teach me how to make love to you, I know that I will love it just as much." Richard wished that he could argue the point further, but his cock was straining in his boxers and felt as though it would burst, if he didn't give it some attention soon. "Okay, let's begin your first lesson then," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to his bedroom. The short walk cleared his head and cooled his passion somewhat. This was no time to act like a randy schoolboy. He couldn't take her virginity in a blaze of unbridled passion. He'd always been the parent she loved most, running to him when she'd needed a scraped knee or elbow kissed better. He'd always been gentle with her; he couldn't treat her roughly now. And more than that, he wanted to savour every minute of their first joining. He'd done some research on the best way of taking a virgin in the last three months—his subconscious mind had overridden his common sense in these moments—and had read that it was kinder to rip through a hymen with a decisive thrust. He didn't doubt that the experts knew what they were talking about. The trouble was that he didn't want to cause Alice any undue pain. The one good thing in his estimation was the fact that he had the perfect deflowerer's cock, one which was smaller at the tip and tapered wickedly to the larger base. He stripped off Alice's jeans and white cotton panties, but decided to remain fully clothed himself. His cock couldn't find her sweet hole against his will, if it was trapped by layers of clothing. "Come, my sweet." He lifted her onto the bed and lay down on his side beside her. "Are you going to suck my breasts, like you did Mum's?" she asked, cupping her left and offering it to him. "I don't think that I have any milk, though." There was clear disappointment in her voice and he felt the need to give her an explanation. He didn't want her to feel that she was lacking in any way. "Your mother and I had what is called an adult nursing relationship," he explained as he cupped the offered breast and stroked the small nipple gently. It instantly hardened and he had to resist the urge to put his lips on the little bud and suck hard. "I got turned on when she breastfed you as a baby, but I wasn't brave enough to ask her for her milk then. It dried up when she weaned you and I'd thought that I'd lost my chance. Then about four years ago, her milk suddenly came back. I was a much more confident man then and I told her that it was what I've always wanted. What I didn't know at the time was that Tony was the one who had trained her breasts to produce milk again. She started producing so much milk, she needed me to drain her breasts when he couldn't." "Breasts can be trained to produce milk?" she asked, her eyes widening with delight. "Even mine?" "Yes," he replied. "It would take longer since you've never had a child but it can be achieved with consistency." "I want us to try. I want you to suck my milk like you did Mum's," she said. "I liked that part more than I liked watching you have sex." "Adult breastfeeding can be a more intimate act than having sex," he told her. "In fact, I had thought that it had brought your mother and me closer these past four years, but I was wrong." "No, you weren't," Alice denied, placing her small, delicate hand on his lips as if to belatedly stop his words. "Five years ago I was terrified that she would divorce you and take me to live somewhere else. I was relieved when you started to suddenly get along." Alice was right. He'd actually forgotten that five years ago there had been a period of more than eight months that he and Helen hadn't slept together once. In hindsight, it must have been the start of her affair with Tony. Then one night out of the blue, she'd come to bed wearing a scandalous, see-through negligee and they had made love. She'd expressed shock when he'd suckled her hard the way he'd always done and was rewarded with a mouthful of milk. Instead of spitting out the delicious creaminess, he'd sucked one breast dry before moving on to the other. He must have been a complete idiot not to have questioned the sudden bounty. Instead he'd been so pleased to have his fill every evening, nothing else had mattered. One morning he'd turned over in their bed and caught sight of her breasts beneath the lace of her negligee looking as though they were bursting with milk. He'd latched on to one nipple while she had been half asleep. She'd awakened instantly and pushed his head away, saying that she couldn't breastfeed him in the mornings or she would leak all day. He'd reluctantly given in, but he'd wanted nothing more than to overpower her and suck them both dry. He suspected now that Tony had drained her breasts as soon as she arrived at the office in the morning, and possibly at lunchtime and again before she'd left at the end of the day. The only reason she'd started sleeping with Richard again was the fact that she must have been producing more milk than they had expected and she'd needed someone to take care of the excess when Tony couldn't. "You're right about your mother and me suddenly getting along four years ago," he admitted. "But there was never a chance of her taking you anywhere. If she'd left me, I would have given her half of my assets, but I would have never let her take you...unless you had wanted to go." "I would have stayed with you, Dad." She threw her arms around him as though she thought that she would be forcibly torn from him. Richard laughed, kissed the top of her head and eased her arms away. "You've always been a Daddy's girl, haven't you, sweetheart?" he asked as he finally gave into temptation and covered the rosy tip of her left breast with his lips. "Oh!" she gasped and lowered her head until it was resting against the top of his. "Oh Dad, that feels so good!" He alternatively suckled and teased the tight little bud, resisting the urge to pull as strongly as he wanted. He didn't want to make her sore. A few minutes later, he reluctantly let the nipple go with a last, long tug of his lips and immediately started to give its twin the same attention. And all the while, Alice writhed helplessly against the crisp white sheets she'd placed on his bed earlier that day. "That's enough for now," he said as he finally lifted his head. "Any more and you'll be sore tomorrow." "They don't feel sore," she protested, pushing the left nipple towards him again. "Trust me, sweetheart," he said, but gave the still-swollen tip a gentle kiss. He reached into the top drawer of his bedside table and took out an unopened tube of soothing, hypoallergenic nipple cream. He'd kept a ready supply for Helen and still had another three tubes that were well within their expiration dates. "This will help minimize the effects of my constant abuse," he said as he gently massaged two dollops into her nipples which had already gone from an innocent pale pink to rose-coloured. They had been almost flat when she'd taken her bra off, now they were aroused and swollen to twice the size. "Constant?" she queried, but didn't look at all dismayed by the thought. "I'll try to restrict my attentions, but I suspect that I will be at your breasts, sucking on your sweet little nipples every opportunity I get." "Oh, Dad!" she exclaimed in delight. "I would like that!" "You're such a precious child," he said and kissed her softly. "And now for lesson Number Two." "Your fingers inside me?" "Yes," he confirmed, laid her back against the bed and eased her thighs apart. Her pubic hair was a neat blonde triangle. It was almost a shame to cut it. Almost. But he wanted her plump flesh completely bare to his eyes and touch. "You'll make appointments for regular wax treatments from now on," he told her as he got off the bed and extended a hand to her. "Tonight I'm going to shave you myself."