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truly need."
    "But, Daddy, I'm such a little girl; should I be with a man this way?"
    My word s had an electric effect on him. He gasped; he was gasping the way he used to, before he was inured to the touch of my hand on his manhood. It was just like in the early days whenever I had found him lurking inside his jeans in the sweet vanilla passion of youth. He gasped, and his right hand found himself, and with a burst of lust that reawakened my loins in record time after that enormous orgasm of only a few minutes before, I watched my husband, like an animal in rut, rousing himself willy-nilly and rubbing through the fabric of his boxers, outlining his lovely phallus.
    Nor could I help what I did then: I licked my lips—not like some pornographic seductress, but like an innocent little girl who sees a treat she wants very badly and can't help showing it.
    "Did you just lick your lips, young lady?" he asked, his eyes wide at the current of eroticism flowing so overwhelmingly between us.
    I widened my own eyes as if to say, "Please, Daddy, I couldn't help it."
    He responded by pulling down his boxers. "Did you lick your lips for this, little girl?"
    I breathed deeply, fearfully, and nodded my head on the pillow. My Daddy's cock: his beautiful cock that I knew, if I were a good girl, I could make feel so good. Nestled in a little cloud of wiry reddish-blond hairs, pointing at me like an arrow, straight and hard and swaying in threat. Pink and textured with lovely veins along its length and strange wrinkly skin at the helmet on its end and with its wonderful little eye that was just glistening a tiny bit to show me that Daddy wanted me very much.

Chapter 6
    "Yes," I whispered.
    "Didn't I just tell you that young ladies in my house are to be modest and demure?"
    "Yes, Daddy," I watched his ... what was I supposed to call it? I just couldn't call it that... that terrible naughty grown-up thing I had just called it in my mind a moment before... his—his daddy-thing jerked a little at the sound of my voice, and I felt the strange fantasy-fear grow at the same time I felt my... little-girl part?... felt it start to melt and flow, shamefully, warmly.
    "Is it modest and demure to lick your lips when you see a man's private part?"
    "No, Daddy."
    "Al l right, then. How should you feel when you see this?" Now he weighed it on his fingers, brandished it at me. I almost giggled.
    I did giggle: nervously. (Good L ord, had I ever been so wet?)
    "Ashamed?"
    "Yes, sweetheart, that's right. You should feel ashamed that you're here with your nightgown up and your panties down, and that the only way Daddy has to teach you to be good is to show you his..."
    "His daddy-thing?" I supplied, hoping he might adopt it, since it seemed to work for me.
    "Yes. Yes. His daddy-thing." He weighed it on his fingers again, gently. More melting down below for me. Oh, how I wanted to kiss it, to suck it. The number of times I had touched my husband's penis with my mouth to that point could almost certainly be counted on two hands, but I was hopeful now—to my shock—that that number would soon be growing very swiftly.
    He continued a little haltingly—which made it clear that he was improvising on the fly, for which I loved him forever, because that kind of improvisation takes an extraordinary amount of mental effort, and I knew he had already had a very long day. "Yes, that's right... so... I think it's very important that you... um... have my daddy-thing right in front of you while I... um, talk to you about what's important about the things you need to know...."
    " About my young body?" I offered to help.
    "That's right. That's right ... you need to know how a Daddy likes to, um, to use..."
    He nearly stopped there, having uttered that verb—that terrible, terrible, wonderful verb. I put everything I had into showing on my face just how very hot that terrible verb had made me in my little-girl part.
    "To use his little girl," he finished.
    "Oh, Daddy," I