The Double D by hiltonalbert

Literotic asexstories – The Double D by hiltonalbert

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 ‘Débutante 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.”

“Okay I’ll go check my calendar and prepare my wife for one of my ‘hiking trips’. Do you want to call me with some possible dates?”

“No, I would like to meet again for lunch next week, and bring Wendy along just to be sure she is good with everything. She’ll know more about ‘clean’ dates, and the more time you both spent with each other the better it will go later.”

“Okay, what about Tuesday next week?”

“That’s good for me. See you here at 12:30, next Tuesday,” and with that, Amanda left.

**** Lunch Meeting

Well to say the least, I was a tad distracted for the next six days. But I muddled though it until lunchtime Tuesday when I met Amanda and Wendy.

Now during my previous meeting with Amanda, I hadn’t noticed much about her appearance. But with sex firmly planted in my brain I took a very close look at both women. Both mother and daughter were the same height, about 5 feet 9 inches tall, but after that they were almost completely different.

Amanda is beautiful in a plain sort of way. Short brown hair, beautiful face and smile, brown eyes, normal figure, nice breasts and butt, shapely legs. She looked like she took the time to work out but not too much.

As to Wendy, damn I nearly dropped a nut, long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, face and smile of an angel. Wide hips just right for making babies. Ass, oh so fine, not too large and not too small and it looked very firm. Beautifully sculptured legs. Her Catholic school uniform did very little to hide her very gorgeous breasts, my guess 38C.

“Hello, Amanda and Wendy. Oh, and may I wish you an early happy birthday.”

“Hello, Al,” said Amanda.

“Hello, Mr. Hilton,” blushed Wendy, looking at the ground.

As I reached forward and gently raised Wendy’s chin with my fingertips. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said, “Wendy, no more Mr. Hilton between us, ever. It will be Al to you, okay?”

“Okay,” she said demurely, licking her seductive lips. It took a lot of effort not to kiss her right there and then, but I knew I should wait for later.

“Al, Wendy and I have come up with a date that might work. What about the upcoming Memorial Day weekend? Wendy and I will meet you here on Friday at noon and then return back here Sunday at noon.”

I though over the date, and then said, “Amanda would you and Wendy mind if we extend it one more day? What if I bring her back here Monday at noon?” I noticed Wendy puzzled expression, and added, “I’d like to take Wendy to Branson over that weekend. There are many things to do and see there. I want it to be a special time for Wendy.” Wendy’s expression brightened, but her mother’s deepened.

They started whispering between each other, and after a few minutes I added. “Amanda, I make you this promise: Wendy will be in complete control during the weekend. If she wants to come home sooner, she can. If she doesn’t want to go to Branson, she doesn’t have to. And we’ll spend the first night here in a hotel room. Then if she wants, we’ll go to Branson the next morning. She’ll be in total control.”

After that comment, Amanda looked at me and said, “Okay, Monday at noon is fine.” Wendy looked at me and smiled for the first time, I started to squirm in my seat now, looking at that gorgeous creature.

“About the hotel, during the weekend, how do I introduce Wendy? As a daughter, a co-worker, a friend?” I asked.

Smiling, Amanda answered, “Well I did forget to tell you about that: you and Wendy will be newly weds. That the way it’s been handled for many years. You do get strange looks, some smirks, but it takes care of many questions.”

“Amanda, what do you think about getting together again in about a week to do some shopping? I’d like to buy Wendy some nice clothing just for this occasion.”

Amanda and Wendy both brightened up and looked at each other, and both said “Yes!” together. (Boy am I a dog, just get to a woman’s heart though my wallet.) So we agreed to meet on Wednesday of the next week at noon at the mall. Amanda and I then exchanged some contact information and I then left knowing it was going to be another long week.

**** Shopping Trip

At noon the following Wednesday, I met Amanda and Wendy at the mall. I wished Wendy a late 18th birthday and presented her with a birthday card. We then discussed what clothing was needed for the upcoming weekend, and we concluded that Wendy would arrive with nothing and wear what we bought her today. So we needed enough clothing for three days and nights. So off they went shopping, I said they, because I was here only to smile, nod, and pay. But I was enjoying the show.