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Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.)
Part 2
In spite of Steven's various tactile enterprises, he found himself
desiring more. If he could only see her naked ass, or watch her
enormous breasts spring forth after being liberated from the
confines of a tight bra, revealing what he imagined to be lovely
pink aureoles and pebble hard nipples. But most of all, he had to
see that beautiful cunt of hers.
As fate would have it, an opportunity would present itself one balmy
spring evening.
Steven was working in his study when he heard the phone ring.
Jenny, always the more probable recipient of evening phone calls,
picked up the phone in the kitchen. After a brief conversation the
content of which was beyond the earshot of Steven, Jenny came into
the study wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants, her hair in a
ponytail.
"I need to go over to Ashley's tonight to help her study for her
trig. test tomorrow. She's in a real bind," she said.
"Jenny, you know you aren't supposed to go out on school nights.
This is a rule that we've expressly agreed upon. Besides, you've
got your own homework to do," said Steven.
"Oh, come on, daddy. I'm finished with all my homework. Beside,
you usually let me go out for a while on weeknights, especially when
it's school related." She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes in her
usual manipulative way.
Steven, of course, could never resist such treatment.
"Alright, go ahead, but be back soon," he said, realizing that he
was being manipulated, but also understanding that Jenny was too
sweet to leave her friend, who was failing several of her classes,
in a difficult situation.
"Thanks, daddy," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I've just
gotta change, then I'm out of here."
"Just make sure you're back in a few hours. You've got to get up
early for school."
"OK, daddy." She said from down the hall. He could hear her
trotting downstairs. After a few minutes, he heard her voice
calling up to him.
"Daddy, have you seen my black jeans?"
"Yeah, they're in the laundry." Steven was in the habit of keeping
track of the whereabouts of various articles of her clothing, so he
was always the one to ask.
"Darn," he heard her say, "I'm going to have to wear that old pair
of jeans with the hole in the knee. It's the only thing I have that
isn't dirty. Could you do the laundry soon?"
The last comment fell upon deaf ears. Steven was busy contemplating
her choice of attire. If the jeans that she referred to were the
ones he remembered, she hadn't worn them in almost two years.
Steven recalled that they were awfully tight even then, and she'd
filled out considerably. He wondered how she would even manage to
get them on.
After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, Jenny came upstairs.
Steven had moved to the kitchen, where he could see her as she came
up. He could not believe his eyes. Somehow, she managed to get
herself into those jeans. They were simply the tightest fitting
jeans that he'd seen anywhere. They were an old, faded light blue,
the kind with a triangular label on the butt pocket. Looking her up
and down, he could see that the straining denim had absolutely no
slack, anywhere, even down around the ankles. In fact, the
stitching along her outer legs seemed almost pulled apart, straining
heroically to contain Jenny's ample flesh. Her ass was perfectly
outlined, her large, spherical cheeks jutting outwards. The back
seem ran down the middle of her ass and took a perilous inward turn
right into her butt crack. Most importantly, he could see the
distinctive form of Jenny's fat, bulging cuntlips and her deep crack
sharply delineated by the crotch seem. He'd never seen a pair of
jeans that revealed so much of a girl's pussy form before.
To make matters even more intolerable, she was wearing a tight half
shirt, which revealed her flat, tanned midriff. The mass of her
breasts made the lower seem of her shirt rest many inches away from
her skin. Steven knew that if he could gain the right vantage, he'd
see the bottoms of her huge, bra clad titties underneath her shirt.
"Gotta go. See you later," she said. He noticed that her hair was
loose now, and she had put on some makeup. He thought he detected a
hint of perfume, and immediately became suspicious. Why did she
need to change out of her sweats, anyway, if she was going to study
at Ashley's?
When she turned around, Steven cocked his hand back and gave her the
hardest whack on her denim-lined ass that he'd ever given her, so
hard in fact that she lurched forward, her breasts jiggling. She
squeaked loudly, turning around and flashing and embarrassed smile
at him.
"Aren't those jeans awfully tight?" he said.
"They're the only clean ones I have. If you'd do the laundry, I'd
have more to wear," she said.
"Oh, you just hate to do little menial tasks, don't you princess?"
he said, playfully pinching her cheek. She giggled.
He smiled at her for a long moment. "Just be back fairly soon," he
said.
"I will. See you later," she said, giving him a quick peck on the
cheek walking out the door more hastily than usual.
Steven went downstairs and watched television for a while,
preoccupied by Jenny's apparent deception. Although he'd originally
intended to retire early that night because he had a long day at
work ahead of him, he decided to wait up for her instead. Perhaps
he could get some clue as to her suspicious behavior. Maybe she was
having a sexual interlude with some adolescent hormone case from
school.
As far as Steven knew, Jenny was still a virgin. Though she'd had a
couple of boyfriends, he was fairly certain that none of these
relationships had developed to the point where she'd had
intercourse. Jenny's aunt, her mother's sister, who'd been very
helpful to Steven in dealing with Jenny during the difficult period,
talking to her about female issues and such, had maintained a
maternal bond with Jenny over the years. Her aunt was fairly
liberal about sex, and she and Jenny had had a few heart-to-heart
discussions about her love life. In the guise of fatherly concern,
Steven was able to convince her aunt to relate the substance of
these conversations to him. Apparently, Jenny had had several
opportunities to have sex, but had turned them down. Although she
was interested, she'd felt very nervous and awkward on these
occasions, and had decided to remain celibate until the right
situation occurred.
He wondered if that situation was occurring that evening, perhaps at
that very moment. He couldn't decide if the thought of her being
fucked by someone angered or aroused him. Perhaps it was a little
of both. In any case, if she getting fucked, he wanted to know
about it.
The time passed way beyond when she told him she'd return. Steven
was resolved to stay up until she came in, however late it was. If
for no other reason, he had to see her in that outfit once again,
her jeans nearly bursting at the seems, strained by the flesh of her
ass, pussy and legs.
When the time passed midnight, he went upstairs and situated himself
on the living room couch so that he could see her as she came
through the front door. There he sat, nearly motionless in his
preoccupation, until some time after 1:00 when he heard a jangling
of keys, and the sound of the door opening very slowly.
Jenny slipped in through the doorway. In the halflight of the
entranceway, he could see the outline of her prodigious breasts as
she turned to close the door gently behind her.
She must have noticed the dim light on next to the couch, as she
immediately looked right at Steven, her expression confessing
startled anxiety.
"Come over here," he said with an authoritative tone.
She began to slowly move towards him. As she came closer, he
noticed that her nipples were now hardened from being out in the
cold. He could make out her bulging labia, still clearly delineated
by the tightness of her jeans.
Then he smelled something unmistakable. It was clearly the smell of
alcohol.
"Jenny, have you been drinking," he said.
"No, daddy!" she said emphatically.
"Jenny, you might as well tell me where you really went and what you
were up to. It'll only be a lot worse if you don't come clean."
After what seemed like a long pause, Jenny let out a sigh and said,
"Alright, daddy. You know I can't lie to you. Ashley and I went
out to a drive-in with some boys from school. They brought along
some beer. I only had couple."
"And..." said Steven.
"And nothing. We didn't do anything," she said.
"You didn't do anything with those boys?" he said.
She looked at him sheepishly. "Uh, well, alright, we made out a
little, but I swear that's all."
"That's all," he said accusatorily.
"That's all. I swear daddy!"
She sounded sincere, at least as far as Steven could tell. At any
rate, he wasn't going to belabor the point. Perhaps he'd get more
detail from her later.
"Alright, I believe you. But that's not the point. The point is
that you went out drinking, which you're not supposed to do. But
more importantly, you lied to me. I think I'm going to have trouble
trusting you in the future."
"I know, I'm sorry, daddy. I promise I'll be honest from now on!"
she said with a conciliatory smile.
Steven's first inclination was to forgive her, and let her run along
to her room. He had never been a strict disciplinarian. Besides,
Jenny was generally a good girl, so that on those rare occasions
when she did something wrong, he was usually inclined toward
leniency. But on this occasion, he was seized by a sudden impulse.
He felt flushed. After he opened his mouth, the stream of words
that came out from that point on was so alien to him, it was as if
it came from a different person.
"I'm sorry too, honey, but I'm just going to have to punish you for
this," he said.
"Punish me?" she said. Her lower lip quivered. She was on the
verge of tears.
"Jenny, you know I can't just let you get away with this behavior
without learning a lesson," he said sternly.
"But I HAVE learned my lesson," she said, tears welling up in her
eyes.
"I'm sorry, but there are times when children need to be
disciplined. I'm just going to have to give you a hard spanking for
this."
"Hmn?" she said, as if she either hadn't heard him or couldn't
believe her ears.
"I'm going to give you a hard spanking," he said.
"But, but, you haven't spanked me since I was 10, daddy. I'm
eighteen now! Maybe you shouldn't do that," she said.
"I'm sorry, Jenny, but you need discipline, and this in my judgment
is the best way to administer it," he said unyieldingly. "Come over
here and lie face down over my knees. You can rest your head on the
couch. Come on, snap to it." He patted his thighs.
There was a long pause, during which he stared at her determinately.
Her brow furrowed with confusion.
"Come on," he said. "We haven't got all night."
After another pause, she said, "OK daddy," in a compliant and
defeated tone. Her lips quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She walked over to him slowly and draped herself over his thighs.
He could feel her massive breasts dragging over his waist and
causing his cock to stiffen even more than it already was. Her face
was now buried in the couch cushions and her denim-strangled ass was
sticking straight up in the air.
Steven thought that she must have agreed because she figured that
this punishment, though humiliating, would be easier than any of a
number of other punishments which he could have dished out, such as
a lengthy grounding. He was determined to disabuse her of this
misconception.
Steven reached around her waist and began tugging at her pants
button. She moved her hand down to intercept this maneuver. She
turned her head towards him and said winingly, "You're going to take
off my pants?"
"Sure, that's the only way to make this a truly effective
punishment." He said firmly. "Your pants are coming off, and
that's final."
She continued looking at him tentatively for awhile, and then she
removed her hand and turned her head back into the cushion.
"OK, daddy," she said quiescently.
Steven's cock was now rock hard. He wondered if she could detect
it. After all, she was laying directly over his crotch. He reached
under her and began tugging at her pants button, which proved
especially difficult to open, due to the friction created by the
tight waist line of her pants. He tugged harder, but the button was
resilient and he began to think that he might exhaust himself just
getting past this preliminary stage.
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