This is a continuation of a story, it will make more sense if you read Part 1 first.
All characters are over 18 years of age.
The first time I introduced Katie to Jack, she hid behind my leg and peered at him around my skirt. Jack showed great patience and did not force it, instead he waited and whittled the piece of wood he held, waiting for her to come to him.
My darling Katie may be a little on the reserved side, but her curiosity has always outweighed it so that by the time the dolphin started to appear, she was standing just to his left watching intently. Jack just carried on chatting to me, turning the wood in his hands, working it slowly.
"What is it?" She eventually asked.
"I don't know, Katie, the wood hasn't told me what it wants to be yet."
Her face crinkled in that look of pure derision that only kids can manage.
"Wood doesn't talk."
"It does to me, little one. I just have to listen very carefully."
She took a moment or two to process that.
"What does it say?"
"It tells me that I should take a little bit off here." He showed her where and then worked his knife over it. "But I have to be careful and not take too much away or it will cry."
"Cry?"
"Yes, the wood knows what it wants to be and will get upset if it can't be that."
Katie climbed onto the sofa beside him watching intently.
"Where is it saying you should go next?"
"It is making up its mind. It will tell me when it is ready."
And so the afternoon passed, Jack patiently working the wood and working his way into my daughters heart. Before he left, he presented the dolphin to Katie as a gift. He later polished and stained it bringing out the beautiful grain in the wood. Each year, Jack whittles or carves her something new for her birthday but that dolphin always takes pride of place. I honestly believe that if we had a fire in the house, it would be those carvings that Katie would run back in to save.
We had been worried when we moved in together as to how the kids would get on. They knew each other from school and so were not totally new to each other. Almost from the start JJ loved having a younger sister even if she was only younger by a few months. He became fiercely protective of her. Jack regularly joked that any future boyfriends would have to worry more about getting past JJ than him. For months nearly every sentence out of Katie's mouth began: "My big brother, JJ says".
JJ had always been a miniature of his father, the likeness only getting stronger as he grew up. Katie on the other hand, looked nothing like me. She took after her own father and grew tall and willowy, ever her breasts were smaller. While she has never grown out of the initial reserve she showed as a child we, her family, know that her warm and gentle nature is balanced by a wicked sense of humour. The girl has perfected the skill of delivering some outré remark with a sweet, innocent, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth face. More than once she has caught Jack or myself off guard and we have ended up nearly choking with laughter.
She has never been overly bothered about being popular in school, she has a few close friends, but JJ is probably her best friend and she is his. We have been blessed in this as in many other things.
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The Haven is not a large room, but with Master's skills with wood, he has made the most of the space by making some adaptable pieces of equipment. It was to one of these that he led me now.
"A woman's pussy, son, is a perfect piece of engineering and design: sensitive, strong and juicy. A man can spend hours exploring it for his pleasure, no two are the same and to keep her happy you have to learn how to play it like an instrument. Learn that and a woman is yours."
Master spoke as he secured my arms to the X shaped table with wide leather cuffs across my wrists.
"You can use your mouth, your fingers, vibrators, dildos, whatever you want but in the end what a hungry pussy craves is cock. A pussy can expand to take almost any size of cock but it is your job to prepare her to take it. Teasing and exploring her, finding what she likes, hard or soft touches, sucking or biting."
Placing my collar around my neck, Master used the D rings to shackle it to the table. He had not yet raised the leg supports so that my legs were dangling off the end, looking down the length of my body I could see JJ watching fascinated as his father restrained me. The combination of the restraints and being watched was making me wetter.
"Step closer son, look at her cunt." Master stood to one side and beckoned JJ forward. "See how neat she is, some women have large lips that hang down, but not your mother."
Master placed his hand on my mound running his hand down over my pussy.
"Neat as a new pin but open those outer gates son and a man is in paradise."
"She's shaved." I nearly laughed at JJ's comments, of all the things he could have said.
"Yes, it's a preference of mine. In fact I love to shave her myself. Some like a full bush, some a landing strip, I have seen all sorts, but I like to see what I am going down on."
"Oh"
Master continued to run his fingers up and down my pussy, teasing me.
"And if you think tits taste good, you should taste her pussy." Using his long middle finger, Master gathered some of the already plentiful juices and brought it to his lips. He sucked it and smacked his lips.
"Delicious!" He paused. "Touch her, taste her if you want son. Hands-on education is always the most effective."
Master's joke broke the tension that had begun to creep in.
JJ stroked my mound gently at first, my pussy gushed when I felt his fingers move down between my legs. He followed his father's example and gingerly took it in his mouth. His eyes opened wide in surprise.
"It's sweet."
"Nectar boy, nectar. Go on, taste some more."
Without waiting for any more instruction from his dad, JJ dived into my pussy, I felt his tongue, his teeth and lips exploring. Master was standing beside me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"That is your son between your legs girl. Your son eating your juicy cunt. And you wanted him to didn't you?"
I moaned, since Master had suggested to-day, I have been watching JJ, wondering what his cock was like, wondering how his mouth would feel.
"You've been thinking about his mouth being just where it is, haven't you."
Master's hand rubbed my belly: "You already have his cum in there. You swallowed his cock and drank his cum, didn't you? And you loved it, didn't you? Sucking that young meat into your mouth, tasting him, gulping down his load."
Oh god. "Yes Master."
"You are a slut aren't you?"
