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   From: positivesexfiend@hotmail.com   
      
   "bobandcarole"  wrote:   
      
   Here is a nice story for you bobandcarole.  I know that you are into this   
   stuff:   
      
   Dirty Thoughts   
      
   I was sitting in the living room, relaxing after work.   
   Susan, my wife was still at work (she worked the swing   
   shift) so Cathy, our sixteen year old foster daughter, and I   
   had the house to ourselves.  We didn't bear any grudges, but   
   ever since we had taken Cathy in, our sex lives had been   
   severely restricted, especially mine.  Although Susan and I   
   enjoyed many different variations, I had always been more   
   experimental than her, and quite often found her limits to   
   be less than mine.  I used to be able to get rid of my   
   frustrations in the evenings by jacking off to speciality   
   books and videos, but with Cathy around this was not so easy   
   anymore.   
      
   During a quiet moment on the television, I heard something   
   like a sob from Cathy's bedroom.  Walking over, I knocked on   
   the door "Cathy, are you Okay, babe?  What's the matter?"   
   No answer, just quiet sniffing from the other side of the   
   door.   
      
   "Cath, I'm coming in, Okay?"   
      
   Opening the door, I found her curled up on her bed, hugging   
   a pillow, tear stained face looking at me.   
      
   "What's the matter, kid, why don't you tell me about it?".   
      
   Cathy had been living with us for three years now, and was   
   developing into a fine young woman.  We had grown close in   
   this time, and had formed a pretty tight relationship; our   
   discussions had broached many subjects, including sex, and I   
   felt that we could talk to each other about anything, even   
   things that we would not discuss with Susan.   
      
   I sat down on the bed and stroked her back and shoulders,   
   noticing for the first time that she was wearing only a T-   
   shirt and panties.  This was not unusual, Cathy had simply   
   followed Susan's dress code and I had slowly come to terms   
   with seeing her walking around the house scantily dressed.   
   She looked up at me and said "Oh, Daddy, I don't know, I'm   
   so unhappy, the guys at school have been making fun of me   
   all day"   
      
   "Why baby, what have they been saying?"   
      
   "Oh, nasty things", she sobbed, "but I think they're right"   
      
   "What things?" I asked again, it was unusual for her to be   
   so cryptic.   
      
   "Well, just things, they say I'm sick in the head"   
      
   "Why would they say that, Cath, you're not sick in the head,   
   or anything like it.  Come on, tell me all about it, I can't   
   help if I don't know what's going on".   
      
   "Well, promise it's between just you and me, you mustn't say   
   anything to anyone?"   
      
   "Of course, you know I wouldn't do that"   
      
   "I, uh, I was out with Jimmy last night, you know, and we   
   were fooling around, you know?"   
      
   "Yes, I know, we've talked about this before, you know we   
   don't mind if you are careful and responsible".  Cathy and I   
   had talked about sex a few times alone, and also with Susan,   
   and we had tried to instill a responsible attitude about it   
   into her young mind.  She was on the pill, and we tried to   
   make her understand both the joys and the dangers of sex.   
   Jimmy, the boy she referred to was a nice kid, kind of   
   straight and nerdy, but okay, I thought.   
      
   "Yes, well, I, uhmm, I er asked him to touch me, and he   
   thought it was dirty.  I guess he said something to a couple   
   of his friends at school and they were making fun of me!"   
      
   "Just because you wanted him to touch you?"  This didn't   
   sound normal, even for straight laced Jimmy.   
      
   "Well, I, umm, err, I wanted him to touch my err, my butt,   
   you know, my hole!"   
      
   Now I began to understand.  "It's okay, honey, you can say   
   it, you wanted him to play with your asshole.  That's okay,   
   it's a very sensitive area, an erogenous zone, remember we   
   talked about them?".   
      
   "Yes, but he said only perverts do things like that, that it   
   was dirty."   
      
   "Well, he was wrong, lot's of people, including me, love to   
   play with assholes.  Don't worry about it, Okay?"  I was   
   still stroking her back, and she rolled over to face away   
   from me.   
      
   "But, Daddy, you don't understand, I liked the thought that   
   it was dirty, that's why I wanted him to do it!  I keep   
   having these thoughts, I want to do naughty dirty things, it   
   makes me, you know, hot when I think about them.  Doesn't   
   that make me sick?"   
      
   "No, baby, no, of course not.  We all have fantasies, things   
   we would like to do, and quite often they are about things   
   that some people think would be abnormal.  But I promise   
   you, anything that two people enjoy, that doesn't hurt   
   others, is okay.  You were just unlucky, that's all, you   
   picked the wrong person to ask!"   
      
   She fell silent for a while, and I continued massaging her   
   back.  As I did, her T-shirt rode up and I was presented   
   with the sight of her tight young ass, encased in pink nylon   
   panties trimmed with lace around the waist and legs.   
   Through the semi-transparent material I could see the dark   
   cleft between her cheeks disappearing down towards her   
   crotch.   
      
   "I know, Daddy, but I don't think anyone has the same   
   thoughts as I do;  they are really dirty, no-one would want   
   to do them with me!"   
      
   This was getting really intriguing, and, regardless, I   
   didn't want her magnifying this into some major guilt trip   
   which would be with her for years.  "Why don't you tell me   
   about them, honey, I'm sure that your thoughts are nothing   
   that other people haven't had.  I promise, it will just be   
   between you and me."   
      
   "Well, like I said, I dream about doing really dirty things,   
   not just ordinary sex.  It makes me really hot, the more I   
   think, the dirtier it gets."   
      
   "Yes, but tell me what kinds of things.  What would you have   
   liked Jimmy to do, except just touch your little asshole?   
   It's okay, you can use whatever words you want, I won't   
   mind."   
      
   "I, err, I wanted him to push his finger in there, Daddy,   
   and I know noone would do that because, well, you know,   
   that's where I shit from."   
      
   "Baby that's silly.  A lot of people do that."   
      
   "I don't know Daddy, I bet you don't do it"   
      
   I was now getting into a corner, but the sight of her panty-   
   clad ass, and the direction of the conversation was   
   affecting me, so I ran my hand down her back and onto her   
   ass.  I started stroking her outside the panties, and with   
   my finger, I traced the crack of her ass down to her asshole   
   and fingered it lightly.   
      
   "Do you believe me now, baby?  If I were Jimmy, I wouldn't   
   have even hesitated".   
      
   Her ass jumped as I first touched it, then squirmed back on   
   my finger, pushing the panties a fraction of an inch into   
   her hot little hole.   
      
   "Oooh, Daddy, really, you would do it?  Please?"   
      
   I moved my hand up and under the lace waistband of her   
   panties and back down her ass.  The heat was incredible as   
   my middle finger felt her little hole.  I moved further down   
   and felt the slippery, oily lips of her young pussy.   
   Getting my finger completely wet, I moved back to her   
   shithole and pushed it in a fraction of an inch.  It felt   
      
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