Meagan told me what happened when she was ten. It was the father of this friend of hers, her friend Traci. I remembered Traci, a dark-haired girl with pale skin who dressed a little too revealing for a girl her age, and who emitted an aura of sexuality that a ten-year-old had no business possessing. At least that is what memory told me, and memory is always a subjective liar. Sure, I probably gave Traci the eye, looking at her small body and short skirts, but I was also looking at Meagan-or beginning to, and I was shocked and ashamed at my secret desire, and I denied it, buried it, and ignored it.
Not so with Traci's father. Traci father had been fucking her since she was eight and Traci had no issues with it; the girl loved sex.
"She was a total slut, Daddy,” Meagan said. “She gave all kinds of guys blowjobs, from junior high, high school, and grown men. She said she often gave blowjobs to this fifty year old guy who lived across the street. She kept telling me I needed to try it so one day I decided to.”
"What?” I said. “With who?”
"Her father.”
"And you did?”
"Oh yes, Daddy. Are you mad at me now?”
"Keep on talking.” I think this was turning me on.
"Her daddy was all for it, Daddy. Her daddy taught me how to suck dick. It took a few weeks and a lot of teaching sessions, with Traci also telling me what to do, but eventually I think I got pretty good at sucking dick. You like how I suck yours, right, Daddy?”
"Oh yes.”
"Traci's daddy taught me. And how to suck and lick balls, and lick ass cracks, and eat cum.”
"I'm not sure I want to hear anymore.”
"No?”
"Well, yes.”
"I couldn't keep on sucking Traci's dad off, I needed my own lover, so her daddy introduced me to a friend of his, and I started to suck on him.”
"Who was he? How old was he?”
"His name was Eddie and he was thirty-five.”
I shuddered. “I never knew him?”
"No.”
"Good.”
"He was a nice man, Daddy.”
"I bet.”
"He's the one who took my virginity, Daddy.”
"I see.”
"He was very kind and gentle.”
"And you were ten?”
"I was almost eleven.”
"Did it hurt?”
"It did, but he was slow and gentle, and after a few times it started to feel good and I liked it. I started to fuck other guys-mostly guys my age or a few years older, not older men like Eddie. I know what you're thinking, Daddy: you're wondering why I didn't suck and fuck you four, five years ago.”
"I am.”
"I didn't know how.”
"You were learning!”
"I mean I didn't know how to approach you about it. I was afraid you'd be mad, or shocked, or you would think something was wrong with me.”
I groaned. “Oh, Meagan, how I wish you would have!”
"All I could think was maybe if I dressed sexy, if I showed off my body, you would take control and do something. I've been trying this ever since, and now we're here.”
Now it all made sense, and it hadn't been my imagination; she had been trying to seduce me, not torment me. She was aware of it.
"Let's get back to Eddie. Are you still?seeing him?”
"Oh, no, that stopped when I was thirteen.”
"Why?
She shrugged. “He got a job offer in another city and had to move. He wanted me to run away with him.”
"Thank goodness you didn't.”
"I didn't love him.”
"No?”
"I loved you,” she said, “and I love you more.”
"Who else were you sexually active with?”
"A guy here and there,” she said with a shrug. “Does it matter? I am yours now, Daddy. I am your wife and sex slave. That's all that matters now.”
"And you are my daughter,” I said.
"I am yours,” she said.