'Emily, I swear she needs it.'

Since a couple of months I tried to explain my wife that Carol, our eldest daughter, should be initiated as soon as possible before she would step into the world and meet unexperienced boys of her age, only willing to molest her. And both Emily and I had made a vow that before that moment came, we would teach her - and of course the two other kids when time was ripe - every aspect of sex. But now, as I saw how Carol has developed small breasts and Emily has assured me she wore a lovely bunch of blonde hair on het pubes, I wondered why Emily hesitated. 

'I think it can still wait for a while,' she always answered.  'When I see her play with her friends or here in the house, I think she's still more a child than a woman.' 'Of course she is, but on the other hand, she reaches the border between the two. You know it happens quickly, it is a grey zone and the woman will be popping out one of the days. We cannot wait until it's too late.' 'Are you sure,' Emily questioned seriously, ' are you very sure it's not your impatience to have her as soon as you can, Don?' 'Well, let's be honest, dear. Of course I would like to take her. If it was on me, it would already been so. But I wait for your consent - and of course, for hers. I propose you talk to her first chance you have. You'll feel if she's ready or not. But as I tell you for a while, I think she is.'

Two days later as we went to bed, Emily touched my dick and put her hand around it. I felt how it stiffened under her touch. 'Don, darling, I talked to her. She's ready. Take June and Ray to your parents' farm for the weekend tomorrow morning, you'll be back before noon then. I'll cook something special and while the meal's in the oven I'll get her dressed for the occasion. I bought some nice things for her to wear as well as new silk linnen for our bed.' 'How,' I asked, 'did it work out easy?' 'Easy enough', Emily replied, 'she understood our worries about boys only willing to take a girls' virginity in some dark spot in the bushes. I told her there are other, far more pleasant and enjoyable ways to enter womanhood. I told her how my own parents initiated me at about her age.' 'Little red lie,' I laughed, 'you were sixteen, going up seven..' Emily put her finger on my lips. 'Now listen, times have changed since then. Fact is, as I went on to tell her we would like her to be initiated in a loving way by myself and her father, she just blushed a little but her eyes glanced, I can tell you. I asked her if she loved her dad and she said of course, I do. I love you both and I would do anything to make you happy. So I asked her if she would love to lay with us - to lie on our bed between the two of us - and be taught how to make love, she didn't even blush but smiled and said she would be happy. I went on questioning her if she loved her dad as a man, not only as a father. Did she even fantasize about him caressing her? There was a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and I thought she would burst out in tears but no. 'I do,'she whispered. She said she thinks of you as a beautiful, nice and sexy person. She excused herself, got into her room and came back with her diary. Only two weeks ago she had written in red ink: 'How I love my dad! I would so like if he found the guts to take me in his arms and kiss me, touch me all over, cuddle me. Just thinking he's making love to mummy behind the wall of my room becomes unbearable. I can only imagine how theyre making love and imagine how it would be if he did the same with me. But I know he won't do it and mam will keep him to herself. What can I do but rub myself to sleep every nigth?'

'I told you she was ready for it,' I said. 'I think you were a little bit jealous to see her grow up, weren't you?' 'I guess I was, darling,' she whispered. But now, let's make love and I won't keep my voice low when I come. She'll have to hear how I feel getting fucked by my lover.' She put her lips around my dick and started to kiss it, her tongue circling around the shaft. And man, did she yell when she reached orgasm when i fingered her before putting my stiff meat between her wet lips.

The next morning, I drove June and Ray to my parents. They were excited to see them and play on the farmground for two days. And so were my parents - the love the young folk. As soon as we arrived, they called my sister to bring over her son so the two would have company of their nephew they cannot see very often.

On my way home I was calm and decisive, well aware of my responsability towards my daughter. But I was sure that Emily had done everything to make her feel comfortable and that my loving wife would be us all the time to guide us. This only would happen once in Carols' lifetime and I would make sure she enjoyed it - not to speak of wanting more afterwards. Of course, the day would come she'd meet boys of her age and we had to give her away. But I prayed we could have her with us for some time and deliver her to the world as a young woman who would be wise enough to choose a lover who'd really care for her and with whom she could share the experience we gave her so generously.

When I stepped out of the car, she ran into me, dressed in a new white cotton dress. She hugged me and said: 'Hi, dad, we were waiting for you.'