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Larry Smith was a lecturer at the Masfield University. An outstanding scholar in Physics and Mathematics, he enjoyed lecturing and his students enjoyed his lectures.
He was a good man. Practically no vices: no drinking, no smoking, no gambling, no womanizing. He was faithful, devoted and loving to his wife, Mary, and his daughter, Laura. He prided himself on being hardworking, honest and righteous. But all that had been true until about two years ago. Since then certain thoughts and feelings had shaken his righteousness. Worse still those feelings were becoming stronger. This troubled him. At 45 he feared he was losing his moral composure. So he decided to see his friend George, who was a psychiatrist.
As they were friends, Larry and George sat on the sofa and talked.
"Alright, tell me what's troubling you."
"It all started two years ago."
"What happened?"
"You see, I received an envelope containing some photos of my 14 year-old daughter."
"Do you know who sent them to you?"
"I don't know."
"What can you tell me about the photos."
"Someone had taken these photos of my daughter, obviously without her knowing."
"What sort of photos? Naked ones?"
"Oh NO! In her clothes alright, but they were shot in such a way as to show off her beauty and her sexy figure."
"Not naked ones, you say?"
"No, not naked ones but in her school uniform and... in her shorts during physical education classes at school."
"Somebody at her school must have taken those photos."
"Yes, I think so. But his writings behind the photos told me he was not interested in doing any harm to my daughter."
"What did he write?"
"One set of photos concentrated on her beautiful face, her rosy cheeks, her full lush lips etc. His comments drew my attention to her sexy looks, and..."
"And?"
"Using another set of photos he drew my attention to her curvaceous body... her narrow waist... curvy hips and another set concentrated on her gorgeous thighs, on her bare shapely thighs revealed by her PE shorts."
"Really? What else?"
"There were several photos that concentrated on her chest... they were taken at different angles and showed off her big forward thrusting breasts... of course, she was wearing her school blouse or PE T-shirt... but they didn't hide the bigness or the forward thrust of... you know, and..."
"And?"
"He commented on her fabulous breasts and told me that I was a lucky father to have a daughter with such breasts... he called them, "magnificent boobs"... he also asked me to watch them daily because, he said, they would grow to be bigger... and indeed he has been right."
"I see. What else?"
"In a separate note he explained his intention for sending those sexy shots of my daughter."
"What did he say?"
"He said his intention was to encourage me to appreciate my daughter's beautiful body. He said that I must let her know that I adored her body."
"What?"
"Yes. He said he had a beautiful daughter himself... of the same age. He loved her... and he was campaigning, he said, for fathers to love their daughters... that's why, according to him, he had sent the photos... to persuade me to appreciate my daughter's beauty and love her body. He means no harm, he said."
"Did you report the matter to the school principal for investigation?"
"No, because I thought it wouldn't be a good idea. The whole school would have come to know about the photos and the wordings. That would have embarrassed my daughter and me, not to mention my wife."
"So, what happened after that?" asked the psychiatrist friend.
"The photos and his words started to affect my feelings?"
" What do you mean? Were you troubled?"
"I was not troubled but... but I started to have some unnatural feelings."
"What do you mean, unnatural?"
"You see, I started to look more at my daughter's body... I became conscious that even at 14 she was a sexy looking girl... and..."
"And what?"
"As months went by, she grew to be more sexy... more voluptuous... yes, that's the word... voluptuous... constantly I started looking at her as a very voluptuous girl... even when I didn't see her I kept thinking of her... as a very sexy girl."
"You think that's unnatural?"
"Yes, because I started to like her body... I've wanted to see more of her body... and even..."
"And even, what?"
"I've even longed to touch her body... to cuddle her... to even hug her... and to even..."
"To even, what?" goaded the psychiatrist friend.
"To kiss her... passionately... lustily... oh god!"
"Have you done any of this? So far?"
"Oh, NO! But now, two years later, she is absolutely beautiful... absolutely sexy... absolutely voluptuous... and I find myself craving for her."
"Well, such feelings are not unnatural, Larry."
"But she's my daughter!"
"I know, but it's natural to crave for a beautiful girl, even if she is your daughter."
"Oh George, you don't understand... my feelings are sexual... I get aroused... that's why I've come to you for help."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Treat me... get rid of these feelings."
George laughed and smiled. "Come on, Larry, you are an educated man. Surely you know that that is not possible."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Learn to live with it. Let your feelings and desires grow and express them to your daughter."
"No, I can't do that, George. She is only 16 and she's my daughter."
"You have to, Larry. Otherwise you might drive yourself to extreme frustration... that might affect adversely your work and even your health."
"What do mean, health?"
""You might have a nervous breakdown... or become mentally deranged."
"You're just trying to frighten me, George."
"No, Larry. I've come across such cases. I don't say it will happen to you, but I would advice you against taking such risks. Trust me... I mean well for you."
"What do you suggest I do then?"
"Get close to your daughter... like her... let her know that you adore her beauty... love her... shower her with your affection."
"But I want to touch her, George... I want to cuddle and hug her... I want to caress her body, kiss her, and so on."
"Well, go ahead then. Cuddling and kissing a beautiful daughter is not unnatural... it's merely a father's way of expressing his love for a daughter... many fathers do that to their daughters."
What George had said comforted Larry. But would my daughter allow all that?
"But, Laura... surely she wouldn't like me to do all that. She would call me a dirty father. And my wife would kill me."
"No, Larry, you are overly fearful. Your daughter is at an age... she's 16, isn't she? Well, at that age, girls are very conscious of sexual feelings and stimulation... you should have started cuddling and kissing her when she was younger... she would have easily accepted you then and you could have continued that up to now, but now..."
"But now, what George?"
"Now she'll be very conscious and shy... so you'll have to proceed slowly."
"What do you mean, slowly?"
"I mean... as if casually, touch her here and there... she's bound to say no... but inwardly she'll like the thrill... so keep persisting but don't be rough... eventually I'm sure you can succeed more and more... it may take weeks... but if you are patient, you'll eventually succeed."
"Are you sure?"
""Yes, 16 year-old girls are actually the hottest sexually. They like men's touches but because they are very conscious of their sexuality they are either too shy or too afraid... to openly invite sexual attention... because of taboos... but inwardly they hunger for sexual pleasure... that's the beauty of young teenagers... their intense hunger for sexual thrill."
"Really? Have you come across cases of fathers and daughters... ?"
"Yes, in recent times the number of cases has increased rapidly... not only of fathers and daughters but also of mothers and sons... yes."
"But that's incest! Surely that's taboo."
"Yes, I agree with you. It's taboo and also illegal. So..."
"So, what George?"
"So I suggest that you don't have sexual intercourse with your daughter... don't fuck her... but every thing else should be okay."
"What do you mean everything else?"
"Well, I have to protect my professional integrity... so all I can say is no penetration... no sexual intercourse... but everything else that don't get the girl pregnant is okay."
"You mean even oral... ?"
"I'm not going to be specific, friend... it's against my professionalism... all I can say is, no fucking... but everything else... I emphasize again, everything else... is okay. I hope you understand what I mean."
"Yes, George, I do... I hope you have given me the correct advice... I hope I don't get into trouble."
"No risk, no gain, Larry. If you don't try you'll never know how far you can go."
"You are right. Wish me luck, George." Larry stood up to take leave.
"Good luck, friend. I like to see a happy man next time."
"Thanks, George. Good day."
"Good day. Remember, the key word is SLOW... go slow."
Larry went home full of hope and trepidation. He was now encouraged by his discussion with the psychiatrist to try to get close to his daughter but at the same time he was afraid of getting into trouble. Well, no risk, no gain, he reminded himself.
Blonde and beautiful, sixteen year-old Laura was taking her bath at home. Her soapy hands ran all over her young vibrant flesh. She was excited sexually. This had been happening since she reached her puberty, but it had been getting more and more intense since she turned fourteen.
The boys at school didn't help. They would stare at her chest because her breasts were becoming bigger by the day and pushed out her blouse boldly. They would smile at her, making her conscious of her sexy body. There were occasions when she had heard boys talking about her. Sometimes she had overheard them talking in low voices about her and giggling thereafter. She caught words like sexy and hot. They giggled among themselves.
Even some of the male teachers did not behave properly either. After class, some of them would call her into their office to advice her about her assignments. They would look at her bulging chest and smile at her, letting her know what they were looking at. Sometimes they would get close and pretend to point out some errors in her assignments. As if by accident they would brush against her body, their arms sometimes making contact with her big breasts. All these would arouse her.
There was one male teacher, Mr. Babcock, in his 50's who kept asking her to go to his house after school for special tuition. Laura knew his intentions from the way that he eyed her chest and thighs. Politely she would say, "I would like very much to go to your house, Sir, but my parents are very strict and wouldn't allow that. Sorry Sir, may be one day soon I'll go to your house." In this way she didn't offend Mr. Babcock and kept him liking her. And he kept giving her good marks.
Laura told herself that she couldn't seriously blame the boys and teachers at school. This also happened whenever she went to town with her parents. Men would ogle at her chest. Why she had even noticed her own father glancing at her chest and thighs many times in the house when he thought she wasn't aware. She supposed that all these merely confirmed that she had a very sexy body.
That was how things had been since she turned fourteen. All this attention accorded her body kept arousing her. And she liked to be aroused. She really liked sexual stimulation.
During the last few months her arousal had become so frequent and so intense that she just couldn't control herself sometimes. Occasionally she resorted to masturbation for release, after learning that many of her school friends did that for release. But she kept masturbation to the minimum. Only after days of sexual agony and because of intense stimulation that she used her fingers for release. In any case, masturbation wasn't much help either because no sooner had she given herself a release then her body was subjected to another bout of arousal.
In fact one day, she remained in her room the whole day and gave herself orgasm after orgasm with her fingers, innumerable times. In the end, it did her no good. Apart from getting physically exhausted, the arousal never seemed to subside completely. So, she decided not to get addicted to her fingers. Surely that was also a kind of sickness, she thought. Only after days of continuous arousal and only when she became almost delirious and feverish because of the intensity of her sexual need that she masturbated, for fear that she might fall sick otherwise. That was about once a fortnight.
Otherwise, she was a very good girl. Well dressed, well behaved, respectful, soft spoken, graceful and charming. For sometime now, she had become very shy because she was conscious of her sexual arousal. This shyness gave her a delightful coyness that enhanced her sex appeal.
Laura had another problem. Because she found herself frequently stimulated, she found it difficult to concentrate on her studies. Her performance in Physics, Mathematics and French suffered because these subjects required much concentration but she was distracted by her sexual stimulation. And she was worried because these were her parents' special subjects. Poor performance in these subjects would disappoint her father, who was a Physicist and a Mathematician, and her mother, who was a high school French teacher.
She finished her bath, dried herself and dressed up. She heard her father come into the house, greet her mother and head for his room. She then went downstairs and chatted with her mother on the sofa.
"How's school work, dear?"
"Okay mom... but I'm having some difficulty with three subjects." She mentioned the subjects.
"Well, may be I can tutor you at home in French."
"What about Physics and Maths?"
"Why don't you ask your father to help?"
"I don't wish to trouble him... after his hard day at the university."
"I think it should be alright, dear. After dinner, may be he can spare some time for your studies."
"I don't know, mom."
"May be you are afraid to ask your father. I can ask him for you. Would you like me to do that?"
"Would you, mom? I hope he doesn't scold me for my weakness in my studies."
"When has he ever scolded you, Laura? He loves you, dear."
"I know, mom."
Larry soon came into the room, dressed in his short sleeve shirt and slacks. He was 45, but had the figure of an athlete. He was slim with a, broad chest, flat tummy, narrow waist, and muscular arms and thighs. He filled his shirt and slacks very attractively. He was handsome too. Besides his wife, many women and female students had told him that.
"Hello, Papa."
"Hi, Laura. How are you today? How was school today?"
"Well..."
"Why the hesitation, darling?"
Her mother explained, "Well, your daughter says she is having some difficulty with her Physics and Maths."
"What? My daughter? How can that be? Surely she has inherited my genes for these subjects."
"Tell your Papa, Laura."
"I'm sorry, Papa."
"What's your problem, dear?"
"I'm having some difficulty in remembering some things in Physics and Maths."
"What sort of things, dear?"
"In Physics, for example, the teacher wants the class to remember the colours of the rainbow. I can remember the colours but I can't seem to remember them in the correct order, which is what the teacher wants."
"It's easy, dear."
"What do mean, Papa?"
"To remember the colours in the correct order, just remember this sentence: Richard of York gained battles in vain."
"Richard of York gained battles in vain?"
"Yes, now tell me the first letter of each word in the sentence."
Recalling the sentence, Laura said, " R, O, Y, G, B, I and V."
"Right. Each letter stands for one colour. Now tell me the colours."
Recalling the sentence again, she answered, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet."
"Bravo! There! You can now remember the colours of the rainbow in the correct order."
"Papa, you make it so simple. How I wish you are my science teacher at school!"
"Well, if you want, your Papa can teach you at home in the evenings."
"Would you, Papa?"
"Of course, Laura. It will be my biggest pleasure. "
"Oh, thank you, Papa."
Larry was inwardly delighted at the opportunity. He would be able to get close to his voluptuous daughter. Yes, that word again, voluptuous, he thought.
Just then the phone rang and Mary took the call. She chatted for a while and then said, "My sister phoned. She's taking on some part-time evening work. So, she asked whether I could go over to her house and look after our invalid mother... "
"Every day?" asked Larry.
"No, only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays... in the evening."
"Mom, can't she find some other help?"
"No, darling. it's costly these days to get paid help. Moreover I should do my part to care for our mother, anyway."
Larry was delighted by this development. He could now be alone with his daughter during Mary's absence. So, he said, "You must go and help, Mary. Your sis wouldn't have asked you unless she is desperate for help. Your mom too would be happy to see you."
"Thank you, Larry... I'm glad you are understanding."
"Then how are you going to help me with my French, mom?"
"Well, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings I'll be at home. I can help you then. Your father can teach you on the evenings I'm away."
That evening, being Tuesday's. Mary tutored her daughter after dinner.
Next day was Wednesday. After dinner, Mary told her husband, " May be you can help Laura with some Physics, darling?" Then she left for her sister's place, which was about 30-minute drive away.
"Yes, I will." Larry's heart was beating fast and his hands were cold with anticipation. For awhile he would be alone with his voluptuous daughter. Ahh, that word again! He was already getting excited.
Larry helped Laura to wash up the dishes, talking casually about this and that, but his eyes often drifted to his daughter's massive chest. Laura didn't fail to notice that. She felt shy, and thought it was not proper for her father to look at her like that. But inwardly it excited her and she felt proud of her big breasts. She liked the feeling. After they had cleaned up, her father asked whether he could help her with her schoolwork.
"Yes, Papa, I'd like that."
So they went up to her room. Larry followed his daughter from behind, watching what gorgeous thighs that her knee length skirt showed. In the room he sat on her chair at the study table. She went looking for another chair to sit on. While she did that he observed her hot figure. Her narrow waist and tucked in blouse accentuated the forward bulge of her breasts. Amazing how far forward her breasts jutted. The buttons of the blouse were under strain and threatened to burst. Amazing boobs!
There wasn't another chair in the room, so Larry went downstairs and brought up the piano stool and placed it at the study table. It could allow them to sit together, side by side.
Larry sat on one side of the stool and smilingly invited his daughter, "Come and sit next to me, Laura." He was getting excited at the prospect of his voluptuous daughter sitting next to him. He was hoping she wouldn't see any tell tale signs of his arousal.
Laura sat next to her father on his left side. The stool not being long enough, she sat uncomfortably at the edge, a bit away from her father. Her father noticed that. "You might fall off, Laura. Move close to Papa."
Saying that, he put his left hand around her waist, She flinched momentarily. Ignoring that, he pulled her close, her hip tight against his hip, her thigh tight against his. His manhood twitched and swelled somewhat. Laura too felt a shiver of excitement course through her body. Her father hadn't touched her for many years now. She liked his touch. She liked the sensation caused by his hip and thigh against hers. Oh Papa, what are you doing?
When he took the hand away from her waist, she felt disappointed.
Her father then took her hands in his and looked at her. Laura saw that his eyes were drifting again and again to her big chest.
"Thank you, Laura... thank you so very much."
Shyly she turned towards him and asked, "Why Papa? What for?"
"For sitting next to me. It has been years since you last sat next to me."
"Oh Papa, you never asked."
"I thought you didn't like to, Laura... now that you are grown up and all that."
"Oh no, Papa. I would have loved to sit with you... if only you had asked."
"That's nice to hear, dear. Can I then sit next to you... while I teach you?"
"Of course, Papa."
"Even when I don't teach you, I would love to sit with you."
"Alright, Papa." She liked the thrill of their body contact. She hoped she could sit like this with her father often. I wonder whether it's wrong to sit like this, Papa?
"There are so many things I would like to ask of you, Laura... but I'm afraid..."
"Oh Papa, do ask me... anything you want. I'm your daughter, Papa."
"I know but..."
"But what, Papa?"
"Never mind. Perhaps..."
"Perhaps, what, Papa?"
"Perhaps I can ask one favour at a time."
"Alright Papa."
"For now may I sit close to you as I teach you?"
"Yes Papa, I'd like that."
"May I also put my arm around you? As I used to do when you were a child?"
"Yes, Papa," she said smiling shyly. She was feeling shy because she wanted her father's hand around her body. It had given her a nice thrill when he had held her by the waist a while ago. And she wanted the thrill to return, but she didn't want her father to know that.
"Thank you, dear. But I saw you flinch when I put my hand on your waist a moment ago. I thought you disliked my doing that."
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