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Growth Spurt (M/f+, ff, ped, inc)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
***
A father becomes the object of a young girl's sexual
ploy. Or is he?
***
If puberty was a weapon it would be an old fashioned
blunderbuss. Aim, pull the trigger, and hope to God you
hit something. It seemed as though it had missed my
daughter. Kids, especially girls, just seem to mature
faster in this modern age. Maybe it's the clothing, or
the make-up, or the wired undergarments, but I don't
remember twelve-year-old girls having 'boobs' when I was
growing up. Well none except for Louise Gentry that is,
but that's another story.
My daughter is a lovely girl. Takes after her mother.
Terry, my daughter, was always a little taller than all
her friends. Not by much, but you could always pick her
out in a crowd of twelve year old girls. Dark auburn
hair, pale blue eyes, small ears, a pert nose, full lips,
dimples, and a slight cleft in her chin. Pour all those
ingredients into a shaker and when they come out you've
got yourself a little head turner.
Oh, I'd seen men look at her and the hairs had gone up on
the back of my neck, but once they got past the face they
turned away. Terry was thin. My wife used to call it
'model thin', but I think that was just for Terry's sake.
She had long thin arms and legs, a flat chest, no waist,
and no ass either. It's a wonder her pants didn't just
fall to the ground. They call it coltish. I would have
called it anorexic, but I'd seen her eat over the last
twelve years.
All of these descriptions went out the window by the time
she turned thirteen. In one year she had gone from waif
to woman. She was in shock. Thank God for grunge wear
because she would of stuck out like a sore thumb. She
wore loose garments; oversized pants, oversized tee
shirts, and oversized plaid shirts. My wife, Judy, tried
to get her to dress differently; told her to be proud of
her new body, but Terry wouldn't listen and I was glad
because I worried enough about her.
In one year she had gone from a thirty-three A cup to a
thirty-five C cup; a twenty-eight inch waist to a twenty-
four inch waist; and a thirty inch hip to a thirty-four
inch hip. Yeah! That's what I said too. Holy cow! She had
been used to running around the house in panties and tee
shirt and she still did. I told Judy maybe it was time
she stopped and Judy said, "Oh, for gosh sakes, Hank.
Your her dad!"
Hey, I felt like saying, yeah but I'm also a man and the
only place I've seen bodies like that are in men's
magazines. It didn't help that she still wore the same
undergarments. The panties were stretched tight across
her luscious buns and her tee shirts now exposed four
inches of firm stomach and stuck out a good five inches
from her body. God grant me strength.
My daughter had invaded my masturbatory fantasies and
every time I whacked off I felt guilty.
About three months ago she had her first menstruation. I
thought the world had come to an end. I came home to
tears, and anger, and tears, and depression, and...
and... and. One minute she wanted me to hold her like a
little girl and the next she couldn't stand to be near
me. Well, thankfully Judy guided her through it and now
it's becoming run of the mill. The mood swings are still
there, but since both she and my wife appear to be on the
same cycle I just spend more time at the gym when the
time comes. Four nights of sweat and it's all over.
I was a little surprised then when Terry came to me the
other night with what she said was a female problem. It
was girl's night out and Judy wouldn't be back till well
after Terry's bedtime. I asked if it couldn't wait for
another day, but Terry said she didn't want to talk to
her mom, that she wanted to deal with me. That's how she
put it, "deal..." That struck me as strange, but I put it
aside for the moment and asked her what the problem was.
She hemmed and hawed for a minute and I finally said, "I
think you should wait for your mom."
"No!" Terry exclaimed, then in a quieter voice she said,
"I mean, I want to have you help me, Dad. Mom... mom
hates me."
I sat there in shock for a moment and finally asked, "Why
in God's name do you think that your mother hates you?"
"Well," she stammered. "You know when I had my first
period and mom showed me what I was supposed to do with
the...the you know what's?"
"You mean the tampons?" I asked with a smile.
"Yeahhh...well, I was having trouble getting it in and I
was so frustrated that I started to cry. Do you
remember?"
"Yes, honey, your mom told me all about it"
Terry looked at me strangely for a second and asked, "She
told you about everything?"
"Well," I said, frowning, "she told me how you went
through a half dozen tampons and they kept coming out or
falling into the toilet and how she finally had to put
one in herself."
"Oh, ok," Terry replied, and a cloud passed from her
eyes. "Well anyway when she was putting it in me and we
were both looking down there, mom sort of gasped and she
said, 'my God!' It sort of freaked me out and I asked her
what was wrong. She was all sorta red in the face and I
thought for a minute that she was angry, but then it
passed and she said nothing was wrong and that was the
end of it."
All kinds of thoughts went through my mind, but none
could explain why my wife would have reacted that way so
I once again asked Terry why she thought her mother hated
her.
"Well, ever since that day, mom has been sort of cold
towards me."
I noticed a tear forming in Terry's eye and I moved over
to the sofa and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I haven't noticed any difference, sweetie." I said in
consolation.
"Well, we haven't gone out anywhere together since then
and you know how mom and I used to go shopping together
all the time?"
How well I knew it. I had monthly proof when the bills
came in.
"Maybe she just doesn't feel like going shopping. It
happens you know, even to your mom."
Terry giggled through her tears, but then added, "It's
not only that. It's like she doesn't want to be in the
same room with me. And...and," she sniffled, "when I ask
her questions about boys and stuff she just tells me to
ask my friends."
Now that was really strange. Judy had always been a very
nurturing parent, maybe overly so. She was very
protective of Terry and always felt the best way to deal
with her was to always tell the truth and to be
completely honest.
"I'll talk to her, Terry." I said giving her shoulders a
squeeze. "Now. Why don't you tell me what your problem
is?"
Terry looked at me and a blush crept up her throat.
"I...I...think there's something wrong with me..." She
hesitated for a second and then indicated her nether
regions with her chin, "down there."
A feeling of concern came over me as I looked at my
daughter. I thought quickly for a second and realized it
couldn't be her period because my arms still ached from
my last sojourn to the gym, a week ago.
"Are you in pain? Is there blood down there?" the
questions started to flow out of me.
"No, no," was Terry's answer to all my questions. Then
she stood up abruptly and said, "Maybe, I should just
show you."
For a moment I thought my daughter was going to drop her
pants and my breath caught in my throat, but she turned
and walked out of the room. She came back a minute later
and was holding a pair of panties in her hand.
She held them out to me and said, "I've got this stuff
coming out of me!"
I took the panties from her and fumbled for a second
until I found the inside crotch area. There was a yellow
stain there and it wasn't urine. I held the panties close
to my nose for a second and took a whiff. Terry's eyes
opened wide and she muttered, "gross!"
At first I thought perhaps it was a yeast infection. Her
mother was prone to those, but the one whiff told me
differently. I was looking at my daughter's cum. I must
have smiled a little, because Terry frowned and asked,
"What? What's funny?"
I could tell there was relief in her voice. She figured
that if I was smiling that she wasn't going to die from
whatever that was in her panties.
I gave the panties back to her and asked, "Are your
panties like that when get up in the morning?" She shook
her head up and down.
"Tell me, sweetie?" I asked and coughed to hide my
discomfort. "Do you dream about... about, you know, sexy
things?"
Terry slapped a hand across her mouth and I heard her
mumble, "Oh my God!" She pulled her hand away and said,
"Daaaaaad! How can you ask me that?"
"Are you sure you don't want to talk to your mom about
this?" I asked again.
"No! No, it's okay. I'll tell you."
She looked everywhere but directly at me. She pulled her
arms behind her back and clasped her hands. She toed the
carpet with her right foot like she did when she was
asking for something she thought I would deny her. I'm
glad she was looking at her feet because by pulling her
arms behind her she had inadvertently thrust her tits at
me and they were well displayed as the old, too small tee
shirt did its best to contain them.
I realized that she had large aureole and that her
nipples were almost as big around as nickels. I tore my
eyes away before she could look up and find me ogling
her. She was uncomfortable enough as it was.
Finally after about a minute of hemming and hawing she
simply whispered, "Yes."
It took me a moment to realize that this was the answer
to my question about her dreams. I chuckled and then
explained to her about arousal and how the body secreted
fluids to aid with lubrication in anticipation of sexual
penetration and how boys and girls would often have
nocturnal emissions. I thought I did a good job.
She knew most of the sexual stuff. We had given her one
of those young teens books that explained the birds and
the bees, but they never explain the side effects. The
entire time I was talking to her she looked at me and
worried her bottom lip. A very pensive look remained on
her face when I finished.
"Is there something else?" I asked, concerned about the
look. I thought perhaps I hadn't done as good of a job as
I thought.
"Well," she said, going back to her 'aw shucks' attitude.
"Do you think that's all there is to it."
"I think so, honey. Why?"
"Well," she came and sat down on the sofa again and
trapped her clenched hands between her knees a she bent
forward slightly looking at the floor, "I have really
strange feelings down there. Like it really itches bad,
and I feel like rubbing it to make it go away. I'm just
worried that it might be something else."
The picture of my daughter 'rubbing it' passed through my
mind and went directly to my dick. I sprouted a hard-on
like I was the thirteen year old. I pushed the image from
my mind and thought about her comments. I wondered if
maybe I was wrong with my 'diagnosis'.
"I think we should have your mom take a look, just in
case."
Once again, Terry got that wild look on her face and she
said, "No, dad. I don't want mom looking down there any
more. I think that's what made her mad to start off
with."
"What," I exclaimed. "Why would looking down there make
your mother angry."
"Well, maybe not angry, but acting weird, like she's
jealous or something."
To myself I said, "I gotta see this," and I tried to
think of a plausible excuse for looking at my daughter's
cunt. I wondered what deformity she might have that had
caused my wife to act strangely and why she hadn't said
anything to me. But, I needn't have worried, because
Terry's next statement took care of everything.
"Do... do... you think you could... look, dad," she asked
and looked away from me, blushing intensely.
"Are you sure, honey?" I asked.
"Yesssss," came her protracted and very unsure reply.
A series of conflicting thoughts rushed through my mind.
'I shouldn't be doing this' one part of me said. 'You
need to make sure she's all right' another said. 'God, I
want to see what my daughter's pussy looks like' the
lusty part of my brain intoned. 'You fucking pervert'
screamed the conscience part. Finally, rationalization
took over.
"Well, I suppose we should make sure that everything is
fine." I said. A little voice behind my eyes said 'You
rotten bastard', but I ignored it.
Terry got up off the sofa and came to stand in front of
me. I looked at her face and tried to smile reassuringly.
She sucked in her bottom lip and started to chew on it
again. Then, she looked down at her hands as they untied
the knot holding up her sweat pants. I watched intently.
My heart was pounding inside my chest and my cock
twitched emphatically. She finally worried the knot loose
and pushed the pants past her rounded ass. She then slid
the thumbs of both hands into the waistband of her
panties and slowly, hesitatingly worked them down.
I watched as my daughter's lower body unveiled itself.
She had a golden tan and I could see the fine, sun
bleached hairs on her stomach. Her thumbs worked the
front down an inch then slid to the back to work that
down an inch, then back to the front. Christ, it was like
a striptease.
She finally got the waistband of her panties down to the
wide part of her hips and ass. I kept watching for pubic
hair to show then wondered if she had any. She slid the
back of her panties past her ass cheeks and then reached
around front and slid that down also. The panties didn't
slide all the way down her legs, but hung there inside
out. They seemed to be caught in the folds of her cunt. I
noticed a few sparse pubic hairs and awaited the final
unveiling. She spread her legs a little more and bent
over to slide her panties down. She then stood back up
and presented herself to me.
I was looking at her face to make sure she was okay with
this and when our eyes met she blushed furiously and
looked to the side. I brought my eyes down and sought out
her cunt. I looked and took in a gasp of air. "My God," I
muttered.
"What?" Terry asked. "That's the same thing mom did!
What's wrong with me?"
I reached out and grasped her wrist and slid my hand down
to hold hers.
"There's nothing wrong with you, honey," I said, trying
to console her. "It's just that...that you're very
developed for a young girl."'
And she was. Her outer labia pouted out almost an inch
from her crotch and her clitoral hood was at least an
inch long and as fat as my middle finger. I fought the
urge to reach out and stroke it. I had slept around a lot
before marrying Judy. Four years at UCLA and four years
of military had combined into one long orgy.
In all that time, I had seen very few cunts that were
this developed and the ones I had seen belonged to some
incredibly sexually active women. There was no doubt
about it, my daughter was built to ride. No wonder her
mother reacted the way she did. And, Terry was right, it
probably was jealousy. Judy was no slouch in bed, but I
had to hunt real hard to find and stimulate her clit. I
always got her off, but it usually took some manual and
oral stimulation to do it. I had a feeling that Terry
would probably go off like a hair trigger, if you forgive
the pun.
I guess I had been staring, because Terry cleared her
throat and asked, "What do you mean, daddy?"
I looked up at her and it was now my turn to blush.
"Well...uh, well...honey," I couldn't figure out how to
approach this without making her really ill at ease. "You
see, honey," most women's vaginas don't, uh ...protrude
as much as yours does. Not, unless they're very aroused
usually, and ....and, well... your clitoris seems to be
very large."
Terry looked down at herself and reached down to spread
her cunt lips. "My what?" she asked puzzled.
I watched her peel her cunt lips apart and saw the moist
pink interior of her labia. I almost creamed into my
pants at the sight of it. I swallowed with difficulty and
explained.
"Do you see that bump at the top of your uh....thing?"
Terry put a finger on it and moved it around a little.
"You mean this thing," she croaked out.
I looked up at her face and saw her cheeks had become
flush, only I don't think it was caused by embarrassment
this time. I looked back down at her pussy and saw that
she hadn't taken her finger away and was actually
pressing harder on her clit.
"What...what does my...my?" she searched for the word.
"Clitoris," I supplied.
"Unhunh," she nodded, "what does it do?"
I watched mesmerized as she poked and prodded at the
little man and watched in amazement as it started to peek
out from under its meaty hood.
"Well, its the uh...nerve center so to speak. The
uh...pleasure center of your vagina."
"Oh!" she replied in wonderment as she rubbed her index
finger along it.
My cock was screaming for attention. It was as hard as it
had ever been and was bunched up in my underwear.
Surreptitiously, I reached into my lap and pulled the
material loose. My cock immediately shot down my leg and
pushed obscenely at the material there. I place my hand
over it and tried to make it look natural. I continued to
watch my daughter as she fondled her clit and noticed a
drop of fluid oozed out of her inner lips. I passed a
tongue over my lips to moisten them.
Still watching her finger moving over her clit, Terry
asked, "Are you sure it's okay, dad? Maybe it's big like
this because it's inflamed or something. Like that cut on
my knee was remember?"
'Inflamed all right' I said to myself. To her I said, "I
don't think so, honey. I think that that's just the way
it is."
My daughter looked at me. I notice her eyes were getting
glassy, and her lips appeared to be puffier than usual.
She took her hand away from her snatch and reached out
for mine. She pulled it away from my bulging pants leg. I
don't think she actually noticed my swollen condition.
She pulled my hand to her crotch and said, "Could you
feel it to make sure?"
'Oh, God' my mind screamed, 'don't do this! You're going
to be sorry!'
I placed my hand flat on her pubic bone and stretched my
thumb down between her cunt lips. I picked up some
moisture as I stroked upwards and rubbed the ball of my
thumb along her engorged clit. It was almost the same
size as the top joint of my thumb and it was hard. I
pressed down on it and slowly rubbed in a small circle.
"OOOOh!" Terry moaned and reached down for my hand. She
grasped my wrist, but instead of pulling me away she just
held on.
I ran my thumb down between her cunt lips once again and
probed between them. My thumb popped into her cunt and I
felt the tightness and the warmth of it. Terry's legs
quivered and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were
scrunched closed and she was still chewing on her lower
lip.
I pulled my thumb out and back up to her clit. Her clit
was sticking out form her body like a tiny one-inch penis
and I played my thumb around it and over it. Terry
groaned loudly. Her legs shook and she fell to her knees.
Her breathing came out in gasps. She had pulled my hand
down with her and now her legs clasped me tightly as she
squeezed with all her might. Finally, she moaned softly
and released my hand.
I suddenly realized that my cock was no longer crying out
for attention and I looked down to see a widening circle
of moisture where the cum was soaking into my pants.
"Dad," I heard Terry whisper and I looked into my
daughters half closed eyes. "I guess that means
everything is fine, huhn?"
"Yeah, sweetie," I croaked out, "I would say that it is."
I got up off the sofa and started for my room and a long
cold shower. Behind me I heard Terry ask, "Do you think
I'll need regular check ups?"
I turned to look at her and she looked at my wet crotch
and my once again tumescent cock and answered her own
question, "Yeah, I think I will!"
I sat in my lounge chair. Freshly showered. Clean pair of
pants on. Scotch and soda in one hand and remote control
in the other. There was a game on. Basketball, I think.
My mind wasn't too focused. I kept thinking about what
had happened earlier. My daughter's worries over a
possible 'illness' had turned into my masturbating her to
orgasm. She was only thirteen. Okay, okay, she was built
like she was eighteen, but she was only a child. My mind
was in turmoil.
Something else was nagging at my mind, but I wasn't
paying it any attention until a hand grasped my shoulder
and shook it. I almost leapt out of my chair. My drink
spilled all over my pants and I said, "great! Another
pair."
My wife had come back from her girls-night-out and had
found me lost in thought. She laughed at my reaction.
"I don't know what you were thinking about, but it must
have been deep."
She bent down and gave me a peck on the lips then turned
and walked away. I watched her ass move away. She was a
fine looking woman. She was thirty-six, but still had a
twenty-year-old's body. It was a compact body. She had a
slender carriage with muscles taut from continuous
exercise. She had long auburn hair, no chest to speak of,
but a tear drop ass to die for.
"Gosh I'm tired," she said as she walked away from me, "I
think I'm just going to plop into bed."
I got up and went into the kitchen to throw away the rest
of my drink. I used some paper towels to soak up most of
the spilled drink and I also went into the bedroom. There
was a trail of clothing starting at the door to the
master bedroom which led to the attached bathroom. I
followed the trail of shoes, pantyhose, blouse, skirt,
and bra into the bathroom. We had double sinks, and Judy
was bent over one brushing her teeth.
She held her long hair back with one hand as she leant
forward. She was brushing vigorously and foam was pouring
out of her mouth and dribbling off of her chin. I thrust
a hip against the other sink and watched her for a
moment. Her small breast jiggled with the motion of her
arm and I could feel my cock stir. She felt me watching
her and looked over at me and crossed her eyes. It was
her way of saying, "what are you staring at."
"I had a long talk with Terry tonight," I said in a
manner that required a question.
Judy stopped brushing for a second and mumble something
with her mouth full. I assumed she had said, "about
what?"
"She thinks you hate her," I continued, and let the
statement hang between us.
Judy's face snapped around and she looked at me with
deeply furrowed brow. She began to say something and
forgot she had a mouthful of toothpaste. She gagged for a
moment and then spit it out. She rinsed out her mouth and
then used her hand to drink from the tap, trying to get
rid of the toothpaste in her throat. She finished and
muttered, "Fuck, that tastes like crap!"
She dried her mouth with a hand towel. The entire time
staring at me. Finally she said, "What do you mean she
thinks I hate her?"
"She says you've been avoiding her. You never do things
together anymore, and you won't talk to her when she
comes to you with questions. Actually she said you were
acting like you were jealous or something. I guess petty
would be the proper word."
Judy stood there staring at me. Her arms crossed below
her breasts. I could see her mind working, but she didn't
say anything.
"She says it all started the day you helped her learn
about using tampons."
I noticed Judy flinch when I said that and realized I had
struck a chord. I pressed on.
"What's going on, honey?"
Judy looked at me and her mouth opened and closed a
couple of times before words finally came out. "I'm not
mad at her, Hank! I just... just, don't know how to deal
with her."
"Deal with what?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Judy searched my eyes and then she came up to me and put
her arms around me.
"Oh, Hank! You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she
half moaned into my shoulder.
I placed my arms on her shoulders and pushed her out to
arms length. I looked her in the eye and trying to sound
worried asked, "Wouldn't believe what? Is there something
wrong with her?"
Judy bit her lower lip and then said, "Yes, well no, but
she's different, Hank!"
She once again leant into me, as though she didn't want
to look me in the eye.
"What do you mean different? I remember when she was
little. I used to bathe her and dress her. I don't
remember anything different!"
'Oh, you sly devil you,' I said to myself. You should
have been an actor.
"Well she's not little anymore, Hank!" Judy stressed
emphatically. "And, her boobs aren't the only thing
that's sprouted out, let me tell you."
"Perhaps you should," I replied.
"It's... it's her, uh, her pussy, Hank. It's, it's
different!"
"What do you mean 'different'?" I pressed her.
"Well, you know when I saw it I realized that I hadn't
seen her naked in a couple of years and I was totally
unprepared for what I saw." She took a breath and
shuddered against me. "Her pussy, Hank. It's like, it's
like. Well I don't know what it's like. Her pussy lips
are really big and they hang down like an inch and her
clit. My God, Hank! Her clit is like huge. I couldn't
believe my eyes."
"Is that what this is all about?" I asked. "You can't
face your daughter because she has a large clitoris?"
"No, Hank!" she whined. "That's not it. I was just
shocked. I mean, where did she get this pussy from
anyway? Not from me! You know how I'm built. You should
see it!" she chuckled for a moment and added, "Well maybe
not see it. But, oh I don't know. It just really affected
me and I reacted poorly."
"Well, perhaps you should get over it. It's really
affecting her. She had a problem and insisted on talking
to me about it because she doesn't think you care anymore
or something."
Judy pulled back and looked up into my face, a look of
concern played across her eyes.
"What kind of problem, Hank. Is she all right?"
It was my turn to chuckle. "Well it took a lot of hemming
and hawing on her part, but she finally produced a pair
of her panties and showed me a discharge and voiced her
concern over a possible infection or something."
"Discharge, Hank? I, I don't understand?" Judy said
shaking her head slightly.
"She's been finding a discharge in her panties when she
gets up in the morning..." I let the statement hang in
the air; my eyebrows raised.
"In the morni....Oh! Oh!" Judy exclaimed, wide eyes. "Oh,
my God! You mean she's dreaming about sex and she's
having uh...uh..."
"Yes!" Was all I said.
Judy once again clutched me in her arms and spoke into my
chest. "God, she's growing so fast, Hank. I'll try to
talk to her tomorrow. I don't know if I can make her
understand why I reacted the way I did, but I can talk to
her about her ...her discharges."
"I already have, Judy. You don't have to worry about that
part of it. You should just let her know that you don't
hate her."
"I will, Hank," she said, hugging me to her, "and thanks
for being there for her."
She started to loosen her grip and then stopped suddenly.
She looked me in the eye once again and said, "Oh, my
Lord. What's this?" She had reached down and grasped my
erection.
"You got turned on thinking about your daughter!" she
teased, squeezing my cock. "You got all hot and bothered
thinking about your daughter's pussy, and her big clit!"
"Don't be silly!" I croaked out. "Any blue blooded male
would get aroused talking about pussies and clits, and
stuff."
"Oh, yeah?" Judy asked. A wicked gleam sparkled in her
eye as she slowly pushed me out of the bathroom and
towards the bed. Never letting go of my erection. We
reached the edge of the bed and she shoved me back onto
it. I fell and bounced around for a moment. Judy was busy
at the waist of my trousers and before I knew it she had
unbuttoned and unzipped me.
She grasped the cuffs of my pants and pulled them off of
me. She stared at the bulge in my trousers and licked her
lips. "Yummm!" She purred and pulled my underwear off. My
cock sprung into view and she grasped it with one hand
and started to stroke. She looked me in the eye as she
slowly lowered herself to her knees and placed her mouth
over my swollen cock. I watched as her tongue came out
and slowly circled the head of my penis. I moaned as the
pleasurable feeling work its way up my cock and into my
brain.
She drew her tongue up one side of my cock and down the
other. I watched as she slowly took the head into her
mouth and felt her tongue circle around the glans. Judy
is a great cock sucker and she was doing her best at the
moment. I knew where this night was going. We often had
sex in this manner.
First, Judy would give me one out-of-sight blow job and
then I would return the favor by licking and lapping her
to orgasm. Judy straightened for a moment and twisted her
long hair into a tight braid then she tied it into some
kind of knot. The whole time she stared me in the eye and
had a lascivious grin on her face. Lowering her head once
again, she engulfed my cock and started driving me wild.
Judy had been working on my cock for a few minutes when
a sudden motion caught my attention. It was the bedroom
door opening. I looked over and saw Terry standing there.
She was watching her mother suck me off. She was frozen
to the spot. My first reaction was to grab Judy's head
and stop her, but something stopped my hands from moving.
I think it was the look in Terry's eyes. She was
mesmerized. Her chest was heaving as she watched. Then I
saw her hand reach into her panties and I knew she was
rubbing on her clit. I looked from her hand to her face
and saw that she was looking right at me. She did a
strange thing then. Her tongue came out and slowly
moistened her lips. I don't know if it was just because
her lips were dry, but it almost looked like she was
saying, "I want to be the one sucking your cock."
That thought was too much for me and I groaned loudly as
the cum shot out of my cock into Judy's hungrily sucking
mouth. She swallowed valiantly, but some leaked out and
coated the shaft of my spurting cock. Judy kept on
sucking until my cock stopped spurting and began to
deflate in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Terry's hand was gyrating wildly inside of her
panties. Judy pulled her mouth off of my cock and slowly
licked the cum off of the shaft. This sight drove Terry
over the edge and I heard a quiet moan as she leaned back
against the door frame. Her body shaking, her knees
trembling, and her eyelids fluttering.
Judy finished tending to my cock and got up off of her
knees. She grasped her panties and slid them down to the
floor. I watched as Terry slowly disappeared behind the
bedroom door just as Judy turned that way and pitched her
panties towards the clothes hamper. I'm amazed she didn't
catch her daughter's disappearing act.
Judy scrambled onto the bed and straddled my chest. I
looked at her swollen and glistening cunt poised inches
from my face. She used both hands to pull her labia open
and I saw the swollen inner lips throb and pulse. Judy
has great muscle control in her cunt and can squeeze my
cock like a fist. Her cunt also throbs with her heart
beat just like my cock. And it was throbbing mightily at
the moment.
Judy knelt there for moment. Her cunt poised a few
inches from my waiting mouth and she said, "You ready to
give me a ride, face cowboy?"
I chuckled at the pun and reached for her ass. Pulling
her down onto my face I said, "bring it on, cowgirl!"
She moaned loudly as my tongue made first contact with
her cunt. I probed between her cunt lips and lapped up he
cunt juice. I licked up to her clit and poked, prodded,
and lapped at the little man-in-the-boat. I looked up
past her fine pubic hair and saw her twisting and pulling
on her nipples. Her head was thrown back and a quiet moan
kept escaping her throat.
It was almost a mewing sound. She didn't last very long
before her body spasmed and she groaned loudly. Juices
literally poured out of her cunt and I swallowed while
continuing my rapid licking of her clit. She hadn't cum
this quickly since a while back when we had make up sex
following a three week long snit.
As Judy rolled off of me I once again saw Terry's face
framed in the doorway. Seeing me look at her, she quickly
pulled back. Judy lie on her back and rubbed her breasts.
"I haven't cum that quickly in ages," she whispered in
awe.
I don't know if it was my wife's over stimulation or the
thought of my daughter watching us that caused it, but my
cock was throbbing once again. I rolled over onto my wife
and parted her legs. She looked at my face, slack jawed
and wonderingly. I lowered myself and slowly slid my cock
into her moistened cunt. She groaned and thrust up at me.
I went slowly at first and stroked softly. I watched her
face until I saw she was once again aroused and then I
started pounding into her. She would grunt every time I
hit bottom. She clutched my sides with her finger nails
and wrapped her legs around my waist. We went at it for
ten or fifteen minutes and then I felt my balls pulling
up into my groin and that pleasant feeling began to
surround the head of my cock. I was long stroking her,
pulling my cock almost all the way out and then driving
it all the way to her cervix.
I knew I wouldn't last too much longer and then I was
surprised when Judy's eyes snapped wide open and she
moaned, "Ohhhhh fuck! I'm cumming!" This pushed me over
the edge and the cum surged out of my cock and splashed
into her cunt. We both grunted like animals as I drove
into her a few more times and then I collapsed onto her,
exhausted.
I lie there for a minute or so until Judy pushed at my
chest and whined, "Haaaank!" Meaning, 'get-off-me-you-
weigh-a-ton'. I rolled over and put my arms behind my
head. Judy rolled into me and placed her head onto my
chest. She reached down and twirled a finger in my pubic
hair. We lie silently for a minute or so and then Judy
put our thoughts into words.
"Christ, Hank! That was like it was when we were kids in
college. What the hell was that anyway?"
She turned her head so that she could look at me and
said, "do you think this was because of Terry?" She shook
her head and said, "I mean, were you thinking about her?
No, I mean, were you thinking about that fat cunt of
hers?"
"I don't remember what the hell I was thinking about,
Hon. I think the conversation we had certainly fueled my
arousal, but no, I wasn't thinking about Terry, or her...
her thing," I couldn't bring myself to say the word cunt,
in association with my daughter, in front of my wife. I
glanced at the door quickly and saw that no one was
there. I knew I was lying. I hadn't thought about my
daughter while fucking. I was simply lost in my arousal,
but I knew that thoughts of her and her cunt had fueled
my arousal.
"I wonder what it would be like to have a cunt like
that?" Judy mused.
"I don't think it would make a difference, Jude. Just
like men, size doesn't matter to the man only to the
woman."
Judy chuckled and replied, "Perhaps, but how would you
know, Hank. You've got a fair sized cock. You don't know
how someone with a small dick feels."
"Well, I had a small dick when I was young and I don't
think I have better orgasms now than when I was
thirteen!"
Judy looked up at me, her eyebrows raised as though
wanting to believe what I was saying, "Yeah? I guess
you're right, Sugar. I've probably got clitoris envy. I
guess it probably wouldn't make a difference to me and
hopefully it wouldn't make a difference to you?"
I knew she sought reassurance and I tousled her hair and
said, "Babe, I wouldn't change a thing about you. Well, I
might," I paused slightly here and she looked at my face
questioningly, "try to curb your shopping urge a little."
"Oh, you prick!" she said and pulled out one of my chest
hairs.
"Owww!" I yelled. "Jesus, that hurts."
Judy rolled over and turned off the lights.
"Serves you right!" She leaned into me once again and
pecked me on the lips then rolled over again and said,
"Night, Hon."
I patted her on the butt and said, "Good night." I
thought for a second and then swung my legs off the bed.
Judy mumbled a, "where ya goin'" And it told her I wasn't
tired and was going to go read in the living room. She
snuggled into her pillow and by the time I had pulled on
a pair of sweats she was snoring lightly.
I quietly moved to the door and closed it behind me. I
hesitated for a moment and decided on getting something
to drink. I made my way to the kitchen and went through
the door. Terry was there. She was leaning against the
counter and drinking a glass of milk. I paused in the
door way and we stared at each other. She had a milk
mustache and her tongue came out and played across her
upper lip. I couldn't believe it, but my cock once again
stirred in my pants. I had cum three times this night and
still she could arouse me.
"Did you see enough?" I asked and cocked an eyebrow.
She looked over at my newly bulging crotch and slowly
lowered a hand to her crotch before saying, "No!"
I followed her hand down to her crotch and noticed that
the front of her panties were discolored. I realized that
her crotch was soaked through by her cunt juices. I shook
my head and said to myself, 'My God! What's happening
here. This morning she was my little innocent thirteen
year old daughter and now she's acting like a sluttish
little lolita.' I guessed that our conversation and my
earlier actions had brought this side of her to the
forefront.
I watched as she slowly placed the half full glass of
milk into the sink. She turned back to me and slowly
crossed the intervening twelve feet. She stood in front
of me and I suddenly realized that she was as tall as her
mother. She pressed her large breasts into my lower chest
and rubbed them back and forth. I was like a man
bewitched. My mind kept screaming at me to stop this, but
my body wouldn't respond.
I felt her hand rub my cock through my pants and
something rumbled inside her throat. She stood back a
little and pulled my sweat pants down. My cock sprung
free and swayed between us. She slowly lowered herself to
her knees and took hold of my cock. She peered at it,
moving it from side to side and moving her hand up and
down. A bead of precum oozed out of the tip and she
stopped moving for a second and studied it. I saw the tip
of her tongue come out of her mouth and she bent forward
and licked the drop into her mouth.
A shiver of pleasure went up my spine and my legs shook.
She looked up into my eyes and had a strange look on her
face. It was as though she sensed the power she had over
me. An inkling of the power she would have over all men.
Not taking her eyes off my face she leant forward and
wrapped her lips around my cock.
She worked diligently at bringing me off. She tried to
imitate what she had seen her mother doing, but she had a
lot to learn. Nevertheless, it was extremely erotic,
watching my thirteen year old overly developed daughter
ministering to my cock. I felt the surge in my groin and
I reached down and tangled my hands in her long hair. I
drove my cock in as far as she would take it and splashed
her throat with my cum.
It was a small load and she had no trouble swallowing all
of it. She sucked and licked my cock for a few more
seconds and then I let go of her. She slid her mouth off
my cock and stood up. I watched as she played her tongue
around her swollen lips and as a leer broke out on her
face. She walked around me, her hand trailing from my
groin, across my hip, and onto my ass as she headed for
the door.
I looked over my shoulder as she held the door open for a
second. She winked at me and said, "Good night, daddy!"
I croaked a, "G'night," and watched her go through the
door. It silently swung to behind her and I was left
alone in the kitchen. I must have stood there for five
minutes. My pants bunched around my ankles. A string of
clear fluid stretching from my flaccid penis down to my
knees. I was a lost man and I knew it.
* * *
I was confused. And, I was tired. Tired and confused. I
had had a restless night. Strange dreams had forced me to
toss and turn. I dreamt of a baby being born. The doctor
holding her up and saying, "Now that's what I call a
baby!" The baby had large breasts and everyone in the
delivery room started playing and sucking on them. The
entire time my wife laughed and the baby cooed.
My wife had shaken me awake during the night and asked if
I was ok. She said I must have been having a nightmare
and that I kept repeating the word 'No'.
I had gotten up and had a drink of water then had gone
back to bed to try and sleep. Another dream had surfaced.
This time I was being chased by a giant, bodiless cunt.
It flew around by flapping pendulous labia and the clit
had a face on it that laughed and evil laugh.
I woke up in a sweat. I didn't need a shrink to tell me
what these dreams meant. It was manifest guilt. Guilt at
having allowed myself to fool around with my thirteen
year old daughter.
I sat at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. I had
called the shop and told them I would be in late -
owner's privilege. I hadn't showered and my wife said I
looked haggard. She had felt my brow and pronounced me
without temperature. I told her I was fine. That I was
just restless over a large account and that I hadn't had
much sleep. She seemed perky though and as she and Terry
were leaving, Judy leaned into me and pinched my ass,
gave me a kiss, and said, "See ya later, tiger!"
Terry who rode to school with Judy came by next and
winking at me said, "Bye, daddy!"
I closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "God
damn! What are you doing?!" I chastised myself. I walked
towards the master bedroom and replayed the events of the
previous day. I kept picturing my daughter's over-
developed cunt. And then I would remember her on her
knees sucking on my cock. The next thing I knew I was
sporting a hard-on. I looked at it and felt betrayed by
my body. My mind kept saying I shouldn't be aroused by my
own daughter and yet my body insisted that I was. I
climbed into the shower and turned on the cold water.
I couldn't seem to get my mind off of my situation. I
came into the office and worked up a couple of orders,
but that took me forever and I kept finding mistakes so I
just pushed them aside. I went out onto the shop floor
and looked around. I had started out as a machinist and I
liked to keep my hand in. I often helped the guys set up
the machines. Especially when a large order came in. We
were getting ready to fabricated an aircraft part for a
major aircraft builder.
I had worked months to get that job. Months of planning
and figuring on how I could submit low bid and still make
money. If we did a good job this time we would probably
be able to pick up more contracts like this one. Maybe
even a defense contract. Cream of the crop.
I joked around with the guys for a few minutes and then
decided to help one of the newer workers set up the large
stamping machine. We had put the stamp and die pieces
together and were checking for alignment. It was a fairly
rote process, which allowed my mind to wander. I had
reached in to place a blank onto the die and the next
thing I knew I was being shoved aside by my lead foreman.
"Jesus Christ, Hank!" Tony yelled, "you almost lost your
hand. What the fuck were you doing?"
I looked around me at the employees that had gathered
around. There was concern on everyone's faces. I smiled
and waved my arms in the air. "It's okay guys. No harm
done!" I walked away and headed back towards the office.
Tony followed along. Once we were in the relative quiet
of my office, Tony let me have it.
"God damn, Hank. What the hell was that out there?"
I looked at him and realized he was really concerned.
"I don't know, Tony. I guess my mind just wandered."
"Just wandered!" Tony exclaimed. "You're lucky your hand
didn't just wander off your arm. I mean, Jesus, Hank! I'm
sorry for yelling boss, but that was close. I may have to
go home and change my shorts."
We both chuckled as his comment relieved some of the
tension in the air.
"I'm sorry, Tony. I've got a little personal baggage I
brought to work with me today."
"Yeah? Aren't you the one whose always telling us that to
be safe we gotta leave all that shit at home?" Tony
asked, rhetorically.
"Your right, Tony. I think I'll go take care of this
problem before it escalates. Take care of the floor for
me will ya? Let the guys know that I'm all right."
Tony shook his head and headed back out to the work room
floor. I buzzed my secretary and told her I was taking
the rest of the day off. She was somewhat taken aback
since I never took personal time off, and she asked if
everything was all right.
I assured her everything was and that I would see her
tomorrow. I headed out to the gym, figuring a little
exercise might clear my mind. Three hours and thirty
thousand pounds later I had decided on a course of
action. I was going to sit my daughter down and tell her
that this had gone far enough. I was her father for god's
sake. I mulled over the idea of telling my wife about
what had happened, but that thought vaporized rather
quickly. I showered, dressed, and headed home.
I pulled into my garage and as I got out of the car I
could hear, or feel, the throbbing bass coming from the
stereo in the family room. I went through the connecting
door into the kitchen and then on into the living room. I
stood at the entry to the family room and watched as
Terry and a couple of her friends flailed about to what
they call music. I stood and watched them flounce around
for a few minutes until Suzie Stratford saw me there.
Suzie stopped dancing and in a loud voice said, "Hi! Mr.
Jameson."
Terry and the other girl, who I'd never met, stopped
dancing also when they heard Suzie. Terry turned the
stereo down and turned to me, "Hi, Dad! What are you
doing home so early?"
"I just took some time off, sweetie. I might ask you the
same question though?"
"Today was a half day, daddy." Terry frowned. "It's on
the calendar!" We had a school calendar posted on the
refrigerator door so that we could track school holidays
and activities. I hadn't checked it lately and thought
that perhaps I should. Maybe somewhere on it there would
be a day marked, 'Fuck your father day'. Inwardly I shook
my head, then smiling I looked at the new girl and asked,
"So, who's this?"
The new girl blushed at being singled out and a sheepish
smile crept across her face. Terry walked over to her and
placed a hand on her shoulder.
"This is Kathy Owens, dad. Her family moved here from
Boston about a month ago. She brought over these neat CDs
for us to play. They're really cool."
"Uhn-hunh!" I intoned, having just recently been exposed
to one of the 'really cool' CDs. "Well, have fun," I said
and turned towards the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms.
"Okay, daddy," Terry chimed behind me, and then I heard
the girls giggle and whisper. I was half way up the
stairs when it struck me. 'What the hell were they
giggling about?' I asked myself. 'Shit, I hope to God
Terry hasn't said anything to them about our sexual
encounters'. All of my previous concerns came flooding
back into my mind and now there was an additional worry.
I changed my clothes and went downstairs to the den. I
plunked myself down in front of the computer and decided
to do a little electronic surfing. I checked my stocks,
then a weather site, then a news site, then I played some
on line hearts, but nothing seemed to hold my interest. I
was going to sign off, but decided to clean out some
files and compact the hard drive. With three of us using
this thing it seemed to need extra attention and no one
else seemed capable of doing it.
I've got a utility on my machine that tracks the most
recent URLS contacted. That way, if you get disconnected
you can just sign back on, look up the URL, and get
reconnected. How many times have you found a real cool
web site and then couldn't find it again because you
didn't save it as a 'favorite place'.
I started clearing out old addresses. Every time I found
one of mine that I didn't care about I would delete it
from the folder. "Don't need that one," I mumbled to
myself, or "That was a crappy site!" I had gone through
about a dozen URLs when suddenly I came across one that
was www.xxxstories.com. "What the!" I said and thought
back. It wasn't one I had ever looked up.
If I looked at sex sights I usually cleared the address
right away, and I hadn't ever noticed Judy looking at
such sights. I looked at the closed door of the study and
listened to the renewed throbbing of the music in the
family room. "Could it be?" I mused.
I looked at the date and time stamp, which showed when
the site was first connected to. It was about a week ago,
a Wednesday I realized, and it had been logged onto at
two in the afternoon. "I'll be damned!" I muttered
thinking back. I had been working and I know that Judy
had been also, so my daughter was looking at porn sites.
I highlighted the URL and clicked on the connect icon.
The ping and hiss of the modem indicated connection and
then the site's splash page appeared. 'XXX Stories'
scrolled across the top of the page and below it an
assortment of thumbnail pictures depicted various sexual
acts. Below each picture was a tag line.
One picture showed a woman munching on another woman with
the tag line 'Lesbian' below it. I scrolled down the page
and saw a picture of a woman made up like a school girl
who was holding onto a large swollen cock. Below that
picture was the caption, 'Incest'. I pondered for a
moment and clicked on the link.
A new page popped up with INCEST in large bold letters at
the top. A list of story titles, authors, and a short
synopsis were listed. I scrolled down until I found
stories that were posted on and before the date that
Terry had logged on. About six stories down, there was a
story posted by someone named Seductress, who was using
the same ISP that we did.
Her story was titled, "A Father Trapped!" I hesitated for
a moment and then clicked on that one. I read the story
about a young girl who waits until her mother is gone and
then approaches her father with a personal problem. They
both wind up naked and making hot monkey love. There were
enough similarities between the story and what had
happened to make me realize that Terry had submitted this
story.
"Jesus!" I said to myself while absent-mindedly rubbing
my throbbing cock through the material of my trousers.
"How could she write about what had happened? Wasn't she
worried at all?"
Then it struck me. The date of the story was five days
earlier than our little escapade in the family room. This
wasn't a story, it was a blue print. She had planned the
whole "there's something wrong with me down there"
episode.
Emotions flooded through my mind. I was angry. I was
perplexed. I was amazed. Mostly, I was turned on. 'That
little minx,' I said to myself. Here I was feeling so
ashamed because I thought I had taken advantage of my
daughter when she was most vulnerable. A weight was
lifted from my chest. I knew that the problem was still
there, but I didn't feel quite the debaucher that I
thought I was.
My cock was really throbbing now. I decided to reopen the
story and read it again. I was positioning the mouse when
I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Terry
standing there.
"Daddy? Can I go over to Suzie's house?" my daughter
asked.
I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I should sit
her down now and talk to her about what I knew and what
we should do about it. I decided it probably wasn't a
good time with her friends being there. I opened my mouth
and started to say, "Sure, hon..." But Terry let out a
gasp as she saw the web page I was looking at.
She brought a hand to her mouth; her eyes bulged; and she
looked from the screen to my face. She spun around
quickly and ran away. I said, "Shit!" and got up to
follow. I walked into the family room and found Suzie and
Kathy talking as they packed up their belongings.
I looked around and asked, "Where's Terry?"
Suzie looked up at me with a frown and replied, "She went
looking for you, Mr. Jameson." I noticed that she had
stuttered a little and saw that both she and Kathy
weren't looking at my face. I looked down at myself and
realized that my cock was stretching out the fabric of my
pants leg. I felt the blood rush to my face as I spun
around and walked away.
"Could my life get any more fucked up!" I muttered to
myself. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and
knocked on Terry's door. There was no answer so I tried
the knob and pushed open the unlocked door. Terry lie on
her stomach with a pillow over her head.
I sat at the foot of the bed and nudged her foot.
"Honey?" I said.
"Go away!" Came the muffled reply.
"I'm not going anywhere, Sweetie." I replied, "So, you
might as well come out from under there."
Terry pulled the pillow off of her head and rolled onto
her side. I noticed she was crying as she lie there
staring and sniffling at me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked softly.
"Oh, daddy!" she exclaimed and clambered into my arms.
She hugged me tightly and drove her face into my chest.
"I'm so sorry! It was all a game."
"A game!" I said. "What are you talking about?"
"It... it... was a dare! The other girls dared me to let
you look at my... my... ohhhhhh!" She wailed and drove
her face back into my chest.
"Honey! Sweetie!" I tried to console her. "It wasn't your
fault. I'm the adult here. I should have known better
than to let things get out of hand." I stroked my
daughter's hair as we rocked together at the edge of the
bed.
We stayed like that for a few minutes and then I heard a
voice at the bedroom door ask, "Is, is, everything okay,
Terry?" I looked up and saw the concerned faces of her
two friends.
Terry slowly pulled away from me and wiped at her tear
streaked cheeks. "Yeah," she whispered, and then pouted
her lips and said, "I told him about the dare."
Both girls gasped in unison and their eyes opened wide.
Their glance went form Terry to me and then back.
"Is he real mad, Terry?" asked the new girl, Kathy, as
though I wasn't sitting there.
"I'm fine girls," I answered. "Just a little confused as
to why a bunch of thirteen-year old girls would come up
with such a game."
The other two had worked their way into the room and
Suzie was sitting next to Terry and holding her hand.
Kathy stood facing us. I realized suddenly as I looked at
them that these weren't little girls. All three of them
were built like battleships. Terry had the larger pair of
breasts, but the other two both sported a respectable
pair of knockers. They were all thin waisted and their
tight pants showed off a trio of well rounded butts. I
wondered if the other two girls' fathers had as much
trouble as I did trying to think of them only as
daughters.
I hadn't expected an answer to my question, but Kathy
cleared her throat and stammered out a reply.
"It, it's my fault, Mr. Jameson." She quickly glanced at
the other two and then looked back down at the top of her
shoes. "We'd been playing Truth or Dare one day at
Suzie's house, and we got carried away, you know?"
"Yeah, I remember how that goes!" I answered.
"You do?" Kathy asked as her head snapped up. Feeling a
kindred spirit she continued with her story. "Well it
started kind of silly, you know. Just doing dumb stuff.
And then, Suzie dared Terry to take her pants off and
show me her... her... her, you know, her thing."
I looked over at Suzie for a moment and watched the color
rise in her cheeks. I turned back to Kathy and since I
didn't say anything she decided it was okay to continue
with her story.
"Well, Terry pulled down her pants and wham!" Kathy was
getting into her story telling now. "I tell you, I'd
never seen a pussy like that before. So then we were all
pulling our pants off and looking at each others' things,
you know." Kathy realized she was getting a little
excited so she coughed and continued in a quieter tone.
"I asked Terry what her parents thought about
her...her....endowment?" she more asked than said,
wondering if she was using the correct word. "Anyway,
Terry, said that her mom had freaked when she saw it and
that you had never seen it. So we...we. errrr. That is
the next time my turn came up I dared Terry to find a way
to show it to you."
"I see," I answered pondering her tale. "And that's the
only thing you dared her to do?" I asked and realized I
should have let that sleeping dog lie.
"Unn-hunn!" Kathy answered, nodding her head up and down
vigorously, then suddenly it dawned on her and she added,
"Why?"
"Nothing!" I answered a little too quickly.
Kathy looked from me to Terry and back again. I felt
myself blushing and Kathy raised a hand to cover her
mouth. "Oh my, God!" She squealed and hopped from foot to
foot.
"What?" asked Suzie, a look of befuddlement on her face.
"They did it!" mumbled Kathy from behind her hand. "They
did it!"
"Did what?" asked Suzie, who was now totally confused by
her friend's actions. She looked from Terry to me and
then back to Kathy. "What are you talking about? Did
what?" she almost shouted.
"Did IT!" Kathy intoned, "IT! IT! You know." Her eyes
opened even wider as though that would get the message
across. And apparently it did, because Suzie gasped and
turned and looked Terry in the eye.
"Oh... my... God!" Suzie stated. Then she shoved Terry's
shoulder and teasingly said, "You skank!"
Terry shoved her back and shouted, "Am not!"
Kathy just giggled as Suzie and Terry got into a 'Am not'
- 'Am too' shouting match.
I stood up and said, "Girls, girls, please! A little
quiet." I was trying to think of a way to diffuse this
situation so that none of us came out of this being
harmed. Especially me. I could almost hear the cell door
clanging shut behind me. I gulped and tried to think of
something to say when I heard Kathy say,
"Damn!"
I looked at her and saw that she was looking at my
package. My cock was still engorged and was outlined
through the thin material of my cotton trousers. Suzie
and Terry stopped arguing and they both looked at what
Kathy had pointed out.
"See!" Terry stated proudly. "I told you it was big!"
"Wha--!" I squeaked out at this new turn of conversation.
"A hell of a lot bigger than my dad's!" Kathy stated and
the other two girls looked at her strangely.
"You've seen your dad's?" Suzie asked.
"That's not all I've done!" Kathy said, cocking an
eyebrow. She was standing in front of me and before I
could stop her she had run a finger along the length of
my cock.
"Kathy!" I exclaimed.
The young girl brought her finger up and poked it at the
smile on her face. She looked over at the other two and
said, "Hold 'im down."
"Wha...?" I muttered, once again confused.
Suddenly, Terry and Suzie pounce on me from behind and
dragged me down onto the bed.
"What the hell are you doing," I shouted. I tried to get
up, but they were all over me. Each one of them sat on an
arm and pressed onto my chest.
"Hurry!" Terry said to Kathy, who bent over me and
started to undo my trousers.
"Stop it!" I shouted and fought my daughter and her
friend. My arms were tired from having worked out that
morning and it seemed as though the will had gone out of
me. I struggled slightly and watched as Kathy pulled my
pants and underwear down in one smooth stroke.
My rampaging cock sprung out and swayed in the air.
Everything seemed to come to a standstill for a moment. I
stopped struggling and the girls merely stared at my
engorged cock. Then I came to my senses, or at least
thought I did, and I told them to stop what they were
doing. That this wasn't right and that we would all get
into trouble.
I suppose I could have forced the girls off of me, but I
didn't want to hurt anyone. At least that's what I
rationalized as I watched Kathy reach out for my cock.
She gently took it into her hand and slowly stroked its
length.
"Oh, yeah!" she said. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and
I watched as her tongue came out and she moistened her
lips. "I want that in me!" She then said and my mind went
into over drive. This thirteen-year old girl wanted to
fuck me. I couldn't believe it.
I watched as she undid her belt and pushed her pants
down. She pulled her blouse over her head and stood
before me in bra and panties. She looked me straight in
the eye as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.
She pulled it off and I stared at her perfectly shaped
little breasts. She had a nice handful and they were
capped by chocolate brown nipples.
I heard Kathy go "Ooohhh!" And I saw her looking at my
cock, which was producing a steady flow of pre cum. I
heard the whisper of silk and turned back to see Kathy
struggle out of her panties. She stood back up and I saw
her cunt. She had more hair than Terry and it was trimmed
into a neat triangle above her slit. She reached down and
pulled her cunt lips apart.
She ran a finger along the slit and brought it up to her
mouth. She sucked the finger into her mouth and leered at
me. My cock bobbed up and down in reaction and Kathy
chuckled. She crawled over me and brought her face up to
mine. She looked me in the eye and then kissed me. Her
tongue forced its way into my not too unwilling mouth and
it circled mine. She kissed for awhile and then she sat
up astride my stomach. She rose up on one knee and
reached for my cock. She rubbed it along her slit and I
heard Terry and Suzie gasp.
Kathy looked at them and winked. She then looked at me
and said, "enjoy!" She lowered herself onto my throbbing
cock and I felt her moist, hot, and tight pussy slide
down the length of my cock. I struck bottom before I was
all the way in and Kathy threw her head back and moaned.
My daughter and Suzie had let go of my arms now and were
sitting back and watching their friend. Kathy slowly rose
up on her knees and then slid back down. She did this a
number of times until we were both well lubricated and
then she rode me like a pro.
She bounced up and down and moved back and forth. At one
point I felt myself slide in all the way and she let out
a loud moan. I knew I had entered her womb and couldn't
believe the feeling as it clasped around the head of my
cock. I surrendered myself to the feeling and went along
for the ride. I grasped her thin waist in my hands and
set the tempo. I had my eyes closed and was oblivious to
everything around me. Oblivious that is until I heard
Kathy say, "That's it, Terry! Go for it."
I opened my eyes and saw Terry kneeling next to my upper
body. She was totally naked and was stroking her cunt
with two fingers. Her eyes were slightly glazed and I saw
a smile creep across her face as she threw a leg across
mine. Her cunt was only a few inches away from my tongue.
She reached down and pulled her pendulous labia aside so
that I could see the pink interior. She slowly lowered
herself onto my mouth and I heard her say, "Ride 'em Face
Cowboy!"
I stretched out my tongue and hungrily lapped at her
juicy cunt. I slid my tongue from top to bottom and then
sucked her engorged clit into my mouth. It was almost
like sucking on my thumb, only not as long. I heard her
moan and she whispered, "Ohhhh, daddy!" I continued
lapping and sucking as I tried to give her the most
pleasure that I could from my prone position.
Meanwhile, Kathy was fast approaching orgasm and I felt
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