Disclaimer:
The usual warnings apply. This is an adult story, about an adult topic, written for adults. If you are too young or prefer not to read this type of material, then don't. This story contains material of an explicit nature about the relationship between people. It is not for children. The author does not advocate, encourage or promote real world practice of the acts depicted within, especially those which pertain to non-consensual or unprotected sex.
Now if you have gotten past the warning, join me as I pull another fantasy out of that dark place in the back of my mind where I keep all my fantasies.
**** Phone Call
"Ring, ring" ... "Ring, ring"
Having broken my concentration, I answered the phone: "Hello this is Al; you're on the company's dime."
The voice from the other end was unfamiliar.
"Ahhhh, hello Al, this is Amanda Lawson from church. My daughter Wendy has done some baby sitting for you and your wife on a few occasions. Is this a bad time?"
"Hello Mrs. Lawson, no I'm not busy, what can I do for you?"
"Please, call me Amanda: Mrs. Lawson is too formal. Well, I have a request of you, but I need to talk to you in person. Can we get lunch together sometime?"
"Well Amanda, the rest of my week is booked, so unless we get together today, it'll have to wait until next week."
"Today is fine. How about 12:30?"
"Well 12:30 is fine. Could you meet me at the Bread Co. in the valley?"
"Yes, I know the place. I'll meet you there at 12:30. See you then and thanks," and then the line was dead. The rest of my morning proceeded very quickly, and before I knew it was lunchtime.
I met Amanda at the Bread Co. She said that she wanted to buy my meal since it was her invitation that we meet. So I ordered my meal and let her pay for both. We located an out-of-the-way location to eat and talk. After a few minutes of superficial conversion she finally got the nerve to explain her request.
"Al, let me start with a story. This is a very strange story, but it's true, and please let me finish before you interrupt. Can you please do that?"
"Okay, I'll try."
"From the story told to me by my great-grandmother, it started in the early 1900's. Having only learned how to make love on her wedding day, a mother of one of my ancestors decided her daughter should be taught about making love differently. So she found a willing man to teach her daughter about the subject in a very unique manner. It worked so well that this unique sexual training process has continued in my family for generations and now it's time for my daughter Wendy to be taught. This training technique has been given a name in my family called 'DΓ©butante Depucelate' or 'The Double D'. Over the many generations a set of rules and criteria was developed to help the daughter select their teacher. Wendy has selected your as her first choice."
I stared at Amanda with my month open in shock, my mind spinning. After a few seconds, I asked, "What are you asking?"
Amanda looked me straight in the eyes, and without batting an eyelash she said very quietly and calmly, "I want you to fuck Wendy." And then she sat back with a grin on her face, because she knew exactly what was coming next.
"What the fuck! You want ME to fuck your daughter!" I said more loudly then I should have.
"Shhhh, someone might hear you." she whispered. "Let me put it correctly. Wendy wants you to make love to her, and you have my blessing to do so if you wish."
"Why me? What do you mean 'criteria'?"
"Well, over the years the criteria has manifested into the following: 'Happily married for at least eight years, never divorced, and with at least two children, and to be selected by the initiate, And you dear man meet those standards. Also you must agree to the following: to be kind, gentle, and understanding during this process. In essence, to be a perfect gentleman, before, during, and after the process. All parties must agree to no other intimate contact before or after the process, especially after. This does not mean never to see each other again, but no further sexual contact. This only reason for this sexual encounter between you and Wendy is to provide her with sexual knowledge not normally achieved until she is married. It will provide her with the knowledge of the pleasures to be derived from a monogamous long-term relationship with a husband. So are you up to the task, or does Wendy need to select someone else?"
I was hooked. "Okay, I'll do it. Is there a set way to get 'it' done?"
"No, there's no set way. For my encounter, Dave took me to a hotel for a night. And for one of my sisters, her encounter lasted a couple of nights. We just need to find a date after her 18th birthday and just before her period starts. We can't spoil her night with her period now can we?" Amanda winked.
"A couple of nights; that sounds more my style. I can be very romantic if I'm not rushed. What about, ah, protection?"
"Romance is what Wendy needs: my session was wonderful, but my sister seemed in cloud nine after she got back from her session. Let's go for quality, so more time is good. I want this to be very special for Wendy like it should. As to protection, there will be none used. That's the reason to pick a time just before Wendy's period, she should be infertile. In the many encounters setup by my family there has only been one known conception. Just to let you know, if that did occur between you and Wendy, Wendy and I are prepared to raise the child without bothering you. We would protect your marriage at all costs. You already have a wife and children and you don't need other complications. So are you still willing?"
"Amanda, you have your man, and we know it most likely will be a weekend. So when is Wendy's birthday?"
"May 10."
"So in about two weeks."
"Yes."