Chapter 5

I was some fifteen years old, Davina began, when my father journeyed to India. He would be gone two years, he said, and in the interim I missed him much, for I was never close to my mother however hard I tried to be. Of sisters and brothers I had several, but they do not enter into my story and hence I shall say nothing of them.

No letters passed between Papa and myself and about this I fretted muchly, for my mother frequently received missives from him, though they were never overlong and were purely of domestic and business matters. Ofttimes I would write letters myself to Papa and then tear them up, for they appeared childish to me, though I recognized this later as a sulkiness on my part. In all other respects I was advanced for my age. My breasts had blossomed quickly and were full, my bottom had a delightful roundness, my hips curved well and my waist was slender. I knew myself desired in the eyes of several and was proud thereof.

Upon Papa's return he appeared truly handsome and sunburned and I was at first much in awe of him. He appeared, however, quieter in his ways and not so rumbustious as I had sometimes known him when he had played with us in the garden. My mother said that absence had made him less fond, though I felt this not, for sometimes his eyes would alight on me in a strange way, causing me to tremble curiously.

One summer evening but a month after his return, Papa called me to his study. There I saw that he had introduced into it a couch covared with blue velvet and with several cushions arrayed upon it. I thought little of this, for he looked of such serious mien and paced about before bringing himself to speak to me. Enquiring as I did if he were well or whether something was troubling him, he cast upon me a most tender look.

"What I am about to tell you, Davina, is a secret that must never leave this room," he began, begging me to be seated on the divan where he rested himself beside me. I will not, however, bore you with his long discourse, Harry, save to say that he told me of his meeting with a fakir, as it is called, who upon joining in a friendship with him had divulged to him the secrets of such powers as I have just exercised on you. Papa was much entranced, as he told me, by the fact that the mesmeric power could not be used for evil, but only for pleasure. At that he gazed profoundly into my eyes and sighed.

Being as astounded as you yourself have been, I knew scarce what to ask, but at last found voice to enquire whether he had practiced the art himself upon anyone.

"Truly not, Davina, for I have found no one with whom I wished to indulge the consequences that may follow."

Not quite absorbing the meaning of his words, I said most lovingly that if this were the cause of his disquiet, he could practise on me if he wished and that I would tell no one of it-not even Mama.

At this his expression lit up, but then became solemn again. Taking my hand in his, he stroked my fingers tenderly and then bestowed a kiss on my cheek, saying that were he to do so I would be completely under his power and that he might then do with me as he wished. Feeling as I did a distinct tremor run through me, I lowered my gaze and said quietly that I felt certain that he could not do anything to me that I did not wish.

"Ah, if but that were true," he exclaimed, then to my amazement what was seemingly a blush spread beneath his tan. "Were I to mesmerise you, Davina, and then bid you remove your dress-for you could do no other than obey...."

I permitted him not to finish, trembling as I was within myself and feeling yet on the brink of a great adventure. My eyes went slowly to the door. I saw it as a great barrier which none would pass in the moments that might follow. My heart beat madly.

"You may mesmerise me, Papa," I murmured. "Shall you lock the door?"

He sprang up, needing no further bidding. What then followed, Harry, you may now well guess. Conscious of all I was doing and yet having no will nor desire to resist my fate, I removed my dress, my chemise, my drawers under his spell, and so stood before him naked to my shoes and stockings. At that Papa seated himself slowly upon the divan before which I stood, and so gazing up at me could see between my thighs, which dutifully I held apart, my legs straight.

"Forgive me," Papa murmured, "for you are so beautiful, my pet."

Drawing in my breath and unable to move, I felt his hand then cup my pussy warmly in his palm. Feeling neither shame nor embarrassment, I so stood, savouring the naughty, exquisite feeling.

"Part your legs a little wider, bend your knees a shade, and then rub yourself back and forth on my hand," Papa murmured. Gazing down at him, I saw him and yet not-knew that it was his hand and yet not. Unhesitatingly, while my naked breasts jiggled to his view, I worked the soft fur and the lips of my slit forward upon the heel of his palm and then back again, increasing the speed of the movement as my excitement grew.

"Is it nice, Davina?"

"Oh, yes, Papa," I choked. Raising his thumb, he caused it to caress my clitoris with each forward bumping of my hips, so that my head swirled and my knees trembled in delight. The thrilling, itching feeling of the contact of my cunt upon his hand was so enervating that I began to moan petulantly and work my bottom faster, while Papa increased the circling of his thumb. Then did I feel as if my belly were melting and a thousand tiny fires erupting within me. Simultaneously I experienced the mingling sensations of fire and ice within my cunny. My eyes half-closed, I swam as in a delightful pink mist. Deep quivers shook me, and then of a sudden I spurted my love juices on Papa's hand while with buckling knees and heavenly sighs I fell upon him.

Twisting me upon my hip, Papa caused me to lie full length upon my back on the divan. I lay shimmering with pleasure while he, placing himself beside me, whispered to me to protrude my tongue, which he then sucked into his mouth.

I clung to him and moaned, feeling his palm caressing my breasts, my nipples stinging into hard points against his hand. For a long moment our tongues worked lasciviously, for just as he, I now sought only the pleasure of it all. I was his entirely to command and would have done whatever he asked. Roaming his ardent lips over my nipples, he then sighed deeply and rose, bidding me dress myself. How well I recall, dear Harry, how my nubile body urged the continuance of our play though my mind could be naught but the slave to his wishes.

Perceiving as I did an enormous protrusion in his trousers, I restored my drawers, chemise, and dress and then stood waiting upon his further wishes. At that Papa brought me to my senses with a few passes of his hands and clasped me to him so that I could feel the palpitations of his prick through our clothing.

"Do you know what we have just done?" he asked. Clearly he nad not ordered me to forget and so I was able to answer yes, albeit with many blushes and while coyly hiding my face in his shirt. "Would you have obeyed me without my putting the mesmeric power upon you?" he then questioned me gently.

"I do not know, Papa," I answered truthfully, whereat he enfolded one arm about my shoulders and commenced with his free hand to caress my bottom, which felt exceeding warm and ardent to his touch through my light vestaments. Such a caress being otherwise unknown between us ere this, I yet permitted it to continue and made not to brush his hand away. Circling it gently around my protruding cheeks, he then felt under the buldge so that I was forced up onto my toes and clung to him tightly. Knowing that I did not want him to stop, I yet blushed deeply.

"Does that please you? Is it nice, Davina?"

Unable to speak I nodded blindly. His hand now cupped me firmly and commandingly so that I remained strained up on my toes. Pressing the folds of my skirt up between my legs, he was so enabled to feel again the lips of my quim through the fine material. So much did I tremble that his hand increased its hold.

"So I shall caress you henceforth, Davina. Will you let me?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Feeling within your drawers if I wish?"

"Yes."

My voice was but a whisper and yet it so enthralled him as in a most curious and assenting way it did myself that he raised then my chin and brought our mouths together in a kiss of wild passion. Our tongues twirled and fought like rapiers, and inch by inch I felt him drawing up my skirt until once more I was bared to the hips. Feeling his fingers at the ties of my drawers, I wriggled a lewd assent and let them cascade to my ankles. A sigh escaped me, our lips locked and unlocked. Tucked tightly up as it was, my dress fell not but remained in a rolled loop about my hips as Papa then released me and stepped back. My arms reached for him but he evaded them.

"Stand so, Davina, for I would know your mettle now," he said quietly.

The very air about me seemed to waver. I swayed, watching him unfasten one by one the buttons of his trousers until, having raised his shirt, there was displayed to my eyes the enormous shaft of his manhood, the knob swollen with lust for me. Beneath it his balls emerged, fat, hairy, and round. My eyes grew glazed at the sight, standing as I was before him with my white belly, gartered thighs, and slit all shown to him anew.

Moving back toward me, he placed his hands firmly upon my shoulders, and with an infinite thrill I felt the crest of his prick quiver and tap against my mount.

"Kneel, Davina, for I would have it that you henceforth obey, and are obeyed," Papa uttered in a strange voice.

Knowing not the import of his words but only that all manner of wild desires had been awakened in me. I obeyed, sinking to my knees so that my eyes confronted the long, thick, and veined shaft which stretched up proud.

"First place your hand beneath my balls and then lick the knob by encircling it with your tongue, Davina."

Snake-like and unhesitant, my tongue flickered out, tasting the meaty saltiness of his cock the while that my eager saliva all but drolled upon the knob. Then was the back of my head taken, and while I continued to weigh his heavy testicles in my warm palm, Papa's own hand urged down the springy stiffness of his member and so passed the nut of it between my lips.

"Suck, Davina, while I work it in your mouth. You must have first taste of it there before you take it between your thighs. You must know the richness, the pulsing, and the leaping of male sperm, for then 'twill render you more eager to be mounted," I heard while the thick rod of swollen flesh commenced easing itself back and forwards over my tongue.

The wicked engagement of my mouth to Papa's prick all but choked me at first, yet growing accustomed to it shortly I commenced sucking deeply, drawing many a groan of pleasure from him while his breathing came ever faster.

"Ah, my love, you shall suck out every drop-what a delicious mouth you have for this, so rose-like and soft and yet so tight. What divine thrills you accord me-what a superb fuck you are going to be."

Such torrents of lewd words tumbling about me only served to excite me more and whetted my appetite to taste the sperm of which he spoke. Though I knew my wantonness extreme, yet I could not help myself-no longer under his mesmeric spell but rather a spell of my own. That my first taste of cock should be Papa's seemed to me infinitely exciting rather than otherwise and the security of the locked door gave me a boldness I would not otherwise have possessed. Caressing his pendant balls gently, I licked and sucked together and was, as you may imagine, rewarded in a moment more by the throbbing effusion of his come, which bubbled and jetted in my mouth and down my throat in a fine torrent, allowing me to taste all its subtle, salty flavours and the rich and heady aroma it brought to my nostrils. Groaning exceedingly, Papa expended every drop, right to the last small pearls which I licked away delicately from his knob with the tip of my tongue. Creamed as my mouth was, Papa laughed gaily as he drew me half swooning to my feet, wiping my lips with his kerchief.

"How wanton you are beneath your coy exterior," he murmured. Hiding my burning cheek against his chest, I knew it to be true as if by a revelation that had just come upon. Thus was my first encounter with the male organ, strange and bizarre as it was.

Laying me next upon the divan with my drawers stripped completely off, Papa brought me to widen my legs and draw my knees well up-a position of such immodesty that I still distantly thought it improper to do before him, since the posture exposed half of my bottom and the whole of my slit, whose lips had become quite mucous with desire and indeed a little puffy.

"You lie now, Davina, in a position of offering," Papa said softly. Seating himself beside me and gazing with full love into my eyes, he began twiddling my clitty with his forefinger, causing me to jerk my bottom sweetly. "All such words of mine you are to remember, for you will use them yourself upon others whom I mean you to bring under your spell." Then, smiling, he inserted his digit, making me writhe. "Do you want my cock in there?" he whispered.

"Yes, yes, yes-oh, yes, Papa," I choked. Moving his free hand beneath the globe of my bottom, he then caressed the rosette of my bottomhole while I arched my back in delight.

"Do you, you know what it is called, my pet? It is called fucking, and many are the cocks that will entertain your hot little quim, I have no doubt of it. You will hold your legs well apart. I shall be in you to my balls. Papa is going to fuck you, Davina, at last."

My eyes gave assent for I could not speak, so ardent were my desires, so much did I wish to feel him lodged within.

Kneeling then between my bent knees, he lowered his trousers fully and, bending over me, took my chin, forcing my gaze into his. Somewhere beneath us in the house moved my sisters, Mama, and the servants, yet nothing now was of any account save this moment. Save for our whisperings, a perfect silence seemed to surround us, as if it had gathered in a shielding cloud. Half closing my eyes, I heard my breath coming softly as the first heady contact of Papa's prick came to my cunny. My bottom gave an impetuous little jerk, and yet I heard him laugh as if tauntingly, the rubicund knob merely brushing my oily lips.

"You shall not allow men to mount you so easily, Davina-do you hear?"

My hands clutched fervently at his arms. "No, Papa-yes, Papa."

I knew not what I was at nor what I said, though as if in some exotic dream, absorbed every word he said. The lewdnesses that passed between us while still he so excitingly delayed the entrance of his cock both maddened and delighted me. I learned them all, as well as he intended, and therewith much instruction upon my future behaviour, for he was to teach me-he said-the selfsame arts that he possessed.

All passed as in a dream while ever my warm bottom rolled on his supping palms, silently beseeching his cock, which hovered ever at my lips and caused them to become ever moister with anticipation. Coached in all erotic responses, while yet being tutored to hold myself back, I at last experienced the delirious invasion of his prick deep up within my cunt, and locked together in a first violent trembling, we could no naught but clasp together in delight.

"F ... f ... fuck me, Papa," I murmured hotly at his bidding. All care and modesty was cast aside. Feeling at last the slapping of his balls beneath my bottom, I exhorted him to go faster, to fill me with his sperm, to ride me as my stallion-to all of which he responded in equal vein, praising all my charms as he rode me while the divan shuddered beneath us.

At his coming and my own, which so bespattered his cock and balls, I wound my stockinged legs tightly over his buttocks, my tongue full within his mouth while the heavenly jets of his sperm cannonaded within me and trickled back down his prick. Our gasps resounding, we jerked our loins in a veritable frenzy while I expended my liquid treasures again and again until all beneath us was soaked in the ardour of our coupling.

Weak and yet so deeply satisfied at last, we lay still, only our bellies moving tenderly. At last we disengaged, and rising, I felt the warm tricklings of our combined spendings running down my thighs. I had entered Papa's study a maiden and would emerge now a woman. My pride was high. I knew no shame of it but only the pleasure and the sensuous delights, which between us we vowed to renew whenever possible. Secretly then I took on the mesmeric powers and commenced practising them. Of such adventures in my youth I will one day tell you more for from all I learned much, Davina concluded while I sat in as much of a dream as she had evidently first known herself.

"Had it been other than your Papa, would you still have enjoyed it so?" I asked curiously, finding my nerve again.

"As to that, I have often wondered, Harry. There was much devilment in it, and there was the salt of it. Such intimacies, though frowned upon by the very society which ofttimes practises them in secret sacrifices to Venus, are quite delicious and must not be foregone. You yourself will taste them, I have no doubt," Davina smiled, causing me to blush to my ears.

"Oh, of that I had never thought," I stammered, though she could see well enough that I concealed my gaze in so speaking.

"Really have you not? Your sister Harriet is extremely engaging, as might I add is your Mama," Davina said, to my total astonishment. Then she added, "Come, have you not had a little feeling for it, some wicked tingling in your cock?"

To no one else would I have confessed such, and yet now I did to her. Whether it was the entire occasion, the surfeit of port wine or the fact that she had unburdened herself to me, I found words tumbling from me ere I intended to speak.

In a few moments I had told her all.