Hannah had never known her father, but when she went off to college,
economic circumstances required she stay with him. She was surprised
at
how handsome he was, how dignified, how strong and disciplined a man
her father was. Before very long she was falling in love with him,
despite his stern manner. Yet she was falling in love as a woman,
rather than a daughter, and the thrill of her first real affair made
her easy prey to the hot, steamy heat he raised in her young body.
Soon
she was being spanked for poor marks, and her wrists began to bear
the
marks of rope and chain. Spanking gave way to floggings and more
severe
punishments, and her father began to loan her body to other men. Then
his new girlfriend Nicole moved in, and Nicole had a much sterner
discipline in mind for Daddy's little slut.



“... isn’t as bad as Rawlins. I’d hate to be in one of her classes.”

“Wait until next year and you have to take Eastern Mythology. That’s
Greenberg.He makes Rawlins look like a pussycat.”

“That’s an elective. I’m not taking it. What about you, Hannah?”

Hannah shook herself out of her reverie. “Hmm? What?”

Peter grinned. “Are you taking Eastern Mythology next year?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. I’ll have to see what else is available and what
time it is,” she said.

Even the cafeteria had seemed exciting when her father had shown her
around the campus. And the idea of sitting around, chatting with
other
college students, perhaps sipping a laté had made her feel excited
and
very mature and intellectual.

But now that she was here it all seemed so artificial and
unimportant.
Her classes were dull and lifeless and boring. What did they matter?
And what did these other students matter, even the boys? For a girl
caught up in the thrill and excitement and steamy heat of her first
adult love affair, college was little more than a distraction.

It made her squirm occasionally that her lover was her father. But
after all, it wasn’t as if he had raised her. And it wasn’t as if she
were a child. Who could blame him for being aroused by a beautiful
college girl suddenly thrown into his arms? And she was beautiful,
she
thought with a heady sense of joy. He kept telling her she was, and
the
excitement and pleasure in his eyes when he looked at her was
certainly
not feigned.

She tossed her head, making her hair spill over her shoulders. She
knew
Peter, and Mark, and David, the other boys at the table, thought she
was hot. They had been flirting with her since they’d met. But they
were just boys. Why would she want anything to do with boys when she
had a strong, mature, intelligent man?

She was still a little sore down there. Her father was big like the 8" Crystal Jellie dong she had back home, and he
used
her strongly, showing her how aroused, how excited, how
uncontrollable
she made him. And it had only been a few days, after all, since he’d
first taken her and - and - mounted her. Yes, he’d taken her like a
bull in heat, like a wolf taking his bitch! Her father was the most
handsome, virile male she had ever imagined.

And yet he was also her father. For the love she had begun to feel
for
him, the confidence in his presence, the comfort and feeling of
safety
had soared since he had taken her into his bed. He had already shown
her so much, taught her so much, and given her so much! She felt very
much more mature than the other students sitting around the table,
for
they had surely never experienced the incredible erotic heat and
passion she did daily - and nightly.

Andrea, sitting in the corner, elbow propped on the table, leafing
through a magazine, with her red hair spilling down her back, had
probably had no more sexual experiences than Hannah had when she was
a
girl, a few grunting, groping sessions in the backs of cars, or in
her
boyfriend’s basement.

What did she know of sex, of passion?

“We’re all going out to the Lone Star after school, Hannah? Want to
come?”

She shook her head and smiled. “I think these first few weeks are
important. I want to get off on