The headmistress was a short, chubby lady with graying hair and a grandmotherly like disposition. James felt uncomfortable as she bustled around talking nonstop about what a lovely girl his daughter was. Why just today she had aided the maid Betty with the chores because the young maid had twisted her ankle and couldn't do some of the lifting. James sat waiting making as few comments as possible until the door of the little woman's office opened and Sarah stood with her bags at her feet. She was even more stunning in her own clothes. The maid's outfit had been much too large for her lithe frame, but her schoolgirl's dress hugged her curves. James felt is cock start to throb just looking at her so he turned his attention to the headmistress again.
"Thank you for taking such good care of my baby. A carriage should be here by now and it is a long way to Larkwood." He said as he stood and bowed to the woman.
"Do be careful on the roads!" the small woman waved and James carried Sarah's bags to the rented carriage and handed them to the driver. He watched as the chubby headmistress gave Sarah a motherly hug and then lifted his daughter into the carriage trying to ignore tingling the contact with her caused in his hands when they spanned her waist.
He climbed in behind her and took a seat across from her as the carriage started to move. Neither of them spoke as the carriage traveled though the dark night. Eventually Sarah fell asleep against the side of the carriage and James took a deep breath. He tried to sleep as well but he couldn't stop staring at his daughter. Her dress was pulled tight across her chest and as she slept she tipped to the side and curled on the seat so her dress hiked up some. She was wearing stockings this time, he noticed. His cock started to harden as he pictured her naked but for those stockings. He wondered if she was wearing any other undergarments. He knew some women liked to go without in the heat of summer.
He sat for a good hour, his lust and curiosity building each minute. "Sarah," he whispered and when she didn't stir, a little louder he said, "Sarah." Still she gave no response. He determined she was deeply asleep and ever so slowly he reached across the carriage and pinched the end of her dress in his fingers. Slowly, so slowly he raised it, revealing her shapely leg an inch at a time. He was sweating by the time he reached her thigh where her stockings ended and bare skin began. He tried to control his breathing as his slipped his hands under her skirts; he could lift them no further because she was laying on them, and skimmed his fingers up over the smooth skin of her thighs. He inwardly groaned as he reached her firm ass to find it was bare as well. He slid his fingers down to her slit and felt her lips. He explored them with his nimble fingers and found her little nub of pleasure. He rubbed against it momentarily and froze as Sarah moaned a little in her sleep. She did not wake but her lips became moist beneath his fingers.
He slid one finger into her tight passage and she moaned a little in her sleep again. James added another finger and began to move them slightly. His daughter wriggled on the seat and moaned again, but she remained asleep. Removing his fingers he continued to explore. Her hair down there was surprisingly soft and silky, he petted it and felt her lips get more wet. He ran his fingers through the liquid and then explored further back. He felt the small little hole of her ass and as he ran his finger over it he heard her moan a little again. Intrigued and turned on more than he had been ever in his life he put a little pressure on the hole with his slippery finger.
The tight hole opened slowly and James forced just the tip of his finger into the impossibly tight space. In her sleep Sarah gave a little cry and a surge of wetness coated the palm of his hand from her vagina. Slowly James extricated his hand and replaced her skirts and moved back to his own seat. He was shaking with lust. He licked her juices from his fingers as he freed his cock with the other. With the palm of his hand still dripping with her wetness he rubbed it on his cock, feeling her hot moisture coat him. He pictured sliding his hard cock into his daughter's pussy and making her beg him for her release then without her suspecting taking it out and shoving it in her tight ass, making her scream in pleasure and pain. His cock pulsed then and he shot hot cum across the carriage landing on the bodice of his daughter's gown. James's head fell back as he put his cock back in his pants. He didn't even bother to try to clean his daughter's dress. He fell asleep moments later.
Sarah opened her eyes in a bright bedroom. For a moment she was disoriented, then she recognized the room as the one she had spent so much time in as a girl. Nothing had changed although she hadn't visited her family's summer house in years. She had almost lost hope of her father ever coming back and ever getting to come here again.
That thought brought back all the memories of the day before. She didn't know what to think. She knew what sex and lovemaking were. The girls at school gossiped about it although none of them had ever experienced anything with a boy, except for one girl who had kissed a kitchen boy on the back stairs and said it was the most amazing feeling. But other than that Sarah knew very little. She had just turned eighteen and had noticed boys and men looking at her when she was on outings with the girls, but she had never paid any attention. Sarah had always been a little shy at heart and didn't like being the center of attention. She had liked the way her papa had been looking at her in the carriage yesterday though.
She had been so scarred that evening in the alley when her papa had come up behind her and shoved himself into her. She had thought the pain would tear her apart. But to her shock it had started to feel good, which had made her cry even more in shame. When her papa had pulled her hair back and looked at her she had felt a little thrill had shot though her and again when his cream had shot in her. Sarah felt her face burn, she should be humiliated and hurt and disgusted, but instead she felt thrilled and excited...she wanted it again.
The problem lay in that she didn't know how to get her papa to tough her again. She knew he felt guilty and disgusted but he had been looking at her in the carriage in a way that made her toes curl. She decided she would be patient and figure out the best way to seduce her papa.
She didn't have much in the way of clothes. She had been given an allowance over the years, but, unlike many of the other girls who had used this on increasing their wardrobe beyond their school uniforms and church clothes, she had put hers aside saving it for a special occasion that never came. Instead she was left with the wardrobe of a prude schoolgirl clothes and overflowing jar full of money and nowhere to spend it. She opened her wardrobe into which her clothing had already been put away while she slept. Sighing over the limited selection Sarah grabbed a grey dress that was identical to at least two others, just varying slightly from grey to bark blue to black. It was a very melancholy looking closet. Sara opened a drawer to put on one of the blouses designed to be worn under the dress then buttoned up the garment. She didn't even look in the full length mirror, knowing she would look the same as she had every day for the last few years. She didn't tie her hair up in the severe bun she normally did however and settled for letting it fall loosely down her back, giving the outfit at least some color.
It wasn't until she was opening her door and looked out on the long hallway of rooms opening onto the two story entryway below that it struck her that she was home. Memories from her childhood flooded her. The house filled with laughter and racing barefoot through the halls, playing tag with her father and sliding down the banister when her mother wasn't looking. A wide grin spread across Sarah's face as she tiptoed down the quiet hall forcing herself to move slowly when she really wanted to run. She stopped at the large banister that ran from the top of the long winding stairway to the bottom two floors below.
Looking around surreptitiously Sarah made sure no one was watching then with a laugh she swung one leg up over the railing and began to slide. The rush of gravity pulling her quickly down the slick wood made her shriek with joy. For the first time since she entered that stuffy boarding school she felt free. She was so caught up in her fun she forgot to slow herself as she reached the bottom. The banister ended in an engraved section of railing that was not smooth like the rest of the railing. Too late Sarah remembered the rough section and only was able to slow a little as she began to slide over the engraving.
