proudly. “I'll do it. There's nothing that says I can't show my own father everything I have. Ready to go now?”
“Certainly. Just let me freshen this drink, and I'll be right with you.”
The squeamishness still hadn't left her as she waited for him by the door then followed him to the master bedroom, but she was going to hold her ground no matter what. He wouldn't harm her, of that she was positive. The worst he could do was touch her, and she could certainly stand that if it meant not being embarrassed during the play.
“Wait there for a second, honey, and take off your halter. I'm going to check on some gauze.” Placing his glass on the night stand, he went into the bathroom to go through the medical supplies.
When he was out of the room, Peggy lifted the cups up and over her tremendous boobies and stretched the elastic back to pull it off over her head. She placed it on the dresser, then crossed her arms over her nipples, beginning to shrink inside when she realized what was about to take place.
“There we are,” Dan said, coming back with a thick two-inch roll of dressing gauze. He sat down on the edge of the bed, took a gulp of his highball, then signaled to her. “Come over here, baby. Let's see what we can do with this.”
With a feeling of resignation, Peg dropped her arms to her sides and walked over to stand between his splayed legs with her pointed cones aimed directly at his face. A tremor of unease scythed through her voluptuous frame when she saw the burning glint in his eyes as he ogled her full breasts.
“I'll say one thing, Peggy,” he mumbled, “you're definitely not a little girl any more. Not by any means.”
Her titties were symmetrical, nicely formed, and curved up in a picturesque arc from her chest to the tips. The aureoles were somewhat larger than Jo's, but less distinct around the rims. The nipples weren't hard, but long, and they sagged slightly from their own weight. Had they been erect, they would have stuck out a full quarter of an inch.
“Do you think you can make them look flat, Daddy?” she asked in a tremulous voice.
“I don't believe we can do that much, kitten, but I'll do the best I can.”
Obeying the urge that had been with him since the incident with Jo, he put the gauze on the bed and reached out to cup both of Peggy's wondrous mounds and kneaded them, pretending an examination that wasn't at all necessary. The flesh was soft, and they yielded like putty under his fingers.
“What are you doing? How come you're feeling them like that?”
“To see how tight I'll have to wrap you up, honey. Stand still and relax. You don't want to be uncomfortable up on that stage, do you?”
Not knowing how to answer that, she remained mute, but she couldn't disregard the queer disturbances his roving, squashing hands were causing within her. It felt as though a thread were tied between her nipples and her abdomen, and now that thread was tugging at places she hadn't even known were there.
“Daddy, you're making me feel funny. Don't do that any more, huh?”
He had felt her oversize nipples harden against his palms and was unwilling to release the twin mountains of delight, but a note in her voice suggested that she was becoming worried, and he lowered his arms. When he saw her pinkish teats at full extension, his dick that was already hardening blossomed into a full-fledged hard-on.
“Anything you say, Peg. Shall we get on with it?” He picked up the gauze and began unwinding it. When he had better than a yard unfurled, he started whipping it around her, beginning at the top of her tits and working down.
From the rough way he was twining the material around her, nearly knocking her off balance, Peggy got the impression she had teed him off by asking that he not squeeze her boobies. She regretted what she had said, but didn't know how to take it back or make him see that it wasn't that she didn't want him to touch her that way, but that she was scared of what it did to her.
“I think that's really going to work, Dad,” she said cheerfully. “I'll look like what I'm supposed to be in that loose blouse I'm going to wear.”
“Uh huh,” he said noncommittally as he watched the tender tits mash down under the wide strips. The head of his stiff poker was pushing relentlessly at his fly, but he resolved to go no further with Peg than was absolutely necessary. She was right. He had no cause to excite her when she didn't have the merest knowledge of what it meant. “There. Hold this while I get a safety pin.”
Dan found a pin and scissors in Alice's sewing basket that she kept on the shelf in the closet. He went back to the girl, clipped the gauze off, then pinned it in place at the middle of her back where it would be the least noticeable. Leading her over to the dresser, he had her look into the mirror.
“Think that'll be all right?”
Peggy revolved in front of her reflection. Her boobies made a bulge on her chest, but not nearly as much as before. She was positive that the frilly blouse would cover what showed. “That's neat, Dad. And it's not very uncomfortable, either.”
“Good. Let's take it off, now. I'll put it back on just before you leave.”
She stood there passively with her arms raised while he unwound the strip, then lowered her arms and waited until he had rolled it up and set it on the dresser. The next part was going to be the hardest, but she had reconciled herself that it had to be done, and had no intention of chickening out.
“I guess these will have to do for cutting your hair,” he said, picking up the scissors. “I don't know where any other ones are, and I sure don't want to use a razor on you.”
“I wouldn't want you to, either. Where are we going to do it?”
“The bed, I suppose. Take your clothes off, and I'll get a towel to put under you.”
He returned to find her standing stark naked by the bed with a pink flush tinting her face and neck. When he glanced down at the apex of her shapely legs, he could understand why Mrs. Knox had been concerned. Peggy had much more pubic fur than Jo. Her pelvis was covered with a thick forest of light brown curls, and long strands became stringy locks in her crotch, damp with natural moisture and sweat.
“How should I get?” she asked timidly.
“On your back facing this way, and spread your legs as wide as you can.” While she laid down, Dan switched on the bed lamp and took a long swig of his drink. This wasn't going to be the easiest thing he had ever done. Kneeling, he spread the towel and pushed it under her rump, getting a catch in his throat when he saw the delightfully pink furrow of her pussy, the moist opening of her vagina, and the coral protective nodules just inside that all young girls had.
Peggy swallowed hard and kept her gaze riveted on the ceiling, not wanting to see the expression on his face nor watch the operation that he was about to perform. This was the first time she could ever remember anyone ever looking at her down there. She had never taken a peek herself, though she had wanted to many times, especially when she began that incomprehensible female function of menstruation.
“I'm going to have to touch you quite a bit when I do this, baby, so don't get excited. For God's sake, don't jump. I don't want to clip your skin by accident. Just lay very still, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand. I'll try not to move.”
Dan began by snipping the hair on her thighs. A tic started in her leg muscles, but it wasn't enough to impede him. Ringlets fell away as he worked methodically into her damp crotch, then up and over her pelvis, saving the fringe around her slit for last. His hard prick was dancing in his support, but he tried to dismiss the ache in favor of his task.
“Everything still okay, honey?”
“Uh huh.” She wasn't sure they were or not. His fingers and the scissors moving all over her fluffy nest were causing eerie contractions in that region, similar to what she felt at times during her period, except that these were much more pleasing, and made her breath come a little faster. Her nipples felt odd, too, and when she peered at them, they were sticking straight up like the eraser end of pencils. “Will it be much longer?”
“Not much. I'm going to clip around your, uhh, crevice now, so don't get shook up.”
Taking a deep breath, Dan flattened out one pussy lip and started snipping the hair close to the skin. The soft flesh quivered under his fingertips, making it all the more difficult to concentrate on what he was doing. He snipped down close to her ass hole, men let the lip flop back into place. When it did, he saw that Peg's cuntal orifice had dilated considerably, and a white mucous was seeping out.
Oh, Christ, she's hot! he thought. What the fuck am I supposed to do now!
The pink inner lips were flowered out, lying against the walls of her canyon, and the tiny clit had poked out of its sheath to stand erect like a miniature penis. His hands were trembling as he lapped the other outer lip over the
