**This story and all characters within are a work of fiction. The events described within are from my imagination for fantasy only, and are never meant to be acted upon.  I do not condone child abuse in any way.**

Toby, continued...

Her footsteps fell just a little too loud on the stairs as they creaked under her slight weight.  She could hear her mother and Ray in the kitchen downstairs.  Ray was probably already on his first beer of the day, maybe his second. After all, it was already ten in the morning.  Her lip curled in distate.  She stepped into the kitchen, the peeling linoleum and horrible avocado green appliances even uglier in the bright light of the morning sun.  Her mother was standing at the sink doing dishes, her limp mouse brown hair pulled back into a loose bun as usual.  The only thing different was she wasn't wearing her waitress uniform.  That in itself was odd, she worked so often she was rarely out of the thing except to wash it, and then she just walked around the house in her slip.  Ray as usual was sitting at the kitchen table, a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other.  He met her eyes, a knowing light in them, and a wicked grin curling his thin lips.  He HAD seen her last night then..

Toby turned away from him quickly, moving to the fridge and grabbing the orange juice container.  She yanked a cup out of the dish drainer, and feigned a cough in Ray's direction.  "Do you HAVE to smoke those things in here, Ray?"  He just smirked, and as usual, her mother stood up for the bastard.

"Toby, after last friday you don't have the right to make any comments about smoking!"

Clunk.  The orange juice jug landed hard in the fridge and she slammed the door, taking her full glass to the table.  "Damnit, Mom, I only tried it once.  It's not like I've got a two pack a day habit."

Ray looked at her and took a deep drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke directly at her.  Her mother still hadn't turned around from the sink.  "Language, missy.  You know better'n that.  We raised you better."

Toby snorted at him.  "You cuss all the time, why shouldn't I?"

Her mother spun from the sink, a soapy hand raised to cuff her daughter on the head.  Toby had plenty of practice dodging her mom's half hearted swats however, and all that landed on the girl were a few suds that flew off the woman's hand.  Her mom didn't scare her anyway.  The woman didn't have an ounce of backbone.  "Toby Christine!  You are only fourteen years old and you had best listen to your dad!"

Toby looked at the man across from her at the table with contempt.  Straggly hair, nicotene yellowed fingers.  He was thin and lanky, and it was obvious he had been good looking at some point, and maybe his eyes were nice, a clear ice blue, but for the most part, he was just a drunk.  Unfortunately, he was the drunk her mom had married.  "Stepdad," she grumbled.

His pale blue eyes promised retribution.  "I thought we were past that, sugar."  He spoke softly, gently.  The effect was spoiled by the promise in those eyes, but then her mother had her back to the room again and couldn't see that.  "You called me Daddy real nice before."  His hand reached out and pushed a stray lock of her ebony hair away from her face.  The gesture might have seemed father-like if she hadn't known better.  She flinched away, and turned to her mom.
"So, mom... why aren't you dressed for work?"  The woman dried her hands, the dishes finished at last, and turned around. 

"Your gramma called, she needs me for a few days.  I'm leavin in an hour."

"Don't you want me to come with, mom?"

Ray answered for her, as usual.  "Toby, you missed enough school with that suspension.  Your ma won't be back before it's up.  So you gotta stay here.  Maybe you and I can spend some father-daughter time, sugar."  Her mother beamed, oblivious, and Toby rolled her eyes and stomped up the steps to her room.

The girl's door slammed shut and echoed through the house.  Downstairs, Ray's smile grew a little wider.  Her mother sighed.  "I don't know what's got into that girl, Ray.  It's not like her to be this ornery.  She was always such a good little girl."

"She's just feelin' her oats, sugar.  I'll spend some time with her, try to get closer to her while you're gone, alright?"  She hugged him and smiled at him gratefully.  "Thank you, Ray.  You're so good with her."

*     *     *

Toby scowled and tossed a stuffed animal across her room.  God, he was a bastard!  And now she was gonna be alone with him.  She looked around the pink frilly bedroom in disgust.  A little girl's room.  Well, she wasn't exactly a little girl anymore, was she?  The stuffed animals all landed in a pile in the corner as her temper got the best of her.  She eyed the frilly nightgown she was wearing in irritation, and grabbed at a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt from the floor, dressing quickly.  It wasn't like she even NEEDED a daddy anymore, and if she did, Ray wouldn't win any prizes for Father of the Year.  She flopped back onto her bed with a magazine, trying to forget that she was going to be alone with him soon... and that he had seen her last night.

A few hours passed and her stomach grumbling woke her up.  The magazine she had been reading was laying across her chest, her black hair coming free of its pigtails and tangling around her face.  She yawned and stretched then froze, as her feet touched something warm and solid.  Ray watched her silently from where he sat at the foot of her bed, a beer bottle dangling from one hand.  "Sweet dreams, princess?"

She scowled at him again, still too angry to use caution.  "Get the hell out of my room, Ray!"

His hand reached up, cupping the back of her head, then tangling painfully in her hair.  "What did you call me, girl?"  He shook his head at her, making soft tsking sounds.  "I thought we had done finished with this already, sugar.  You were such a good girl the other day.  Daddy's good little girl."  His voice took on a soft crooning sound.  "I was so proud of my little girl, and then last night she was bad again and peeping at things she shouldn't have, wasn't she?"  Her brown eyes wide with apprehension, Toby shook her head slightly.  His hand tightened.  "Don't lie to Daddy, little girl.  I saw you.  Did you like what you saw?"

Toby whimpered, her eyes locked on his.  "I'm sorry, Daddy.  I didn't mean to honest, I just heard something.."

He smiled menacingly, taking a swig of his beer before putting it on her nightstand, bringing his hand to her face, slightly cool and damp from the condensation on the bottle.  He caressed her cheek, the gentle touch at odds with the glow in his pale eyes.  "What did you hear, sugar?  Tell me what you heard."

"I heard you and mom..."

"Mmmmm, yes.  What did you see, princess?  Did you see me fucking your momma?  Did it make you wet, Toby?  Did you come to your room and play with yourself?"

She shut her eyes tightly, refusing to answer.  "I heard you moan, little girl.  I smelled you playing with yourself in here."

"I'm sorry Daddy!"

"Ohh, Toby.  You're a bad little girl, a dirty girl, to watch your momma getting fucked.  You know that right?"

Tears seeped from the corners of her closed eyes.  "I know Daddy!  I'm sorry, I am.."
He picked her up, cradling her in his lap.  "I know you are, princess, but you need to be punished.  You know that, right?"  She nodded her head slowly, curled up against his chest, occassional sniffles escaping her.  Her face was flushed red in embarrassment and confusion.  How could he always do this to her, no matter how angry she was?  "Toby, you know what to do.  Take off your pants."

Trembling in humiliation, she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles.  She stood in front of him in her grey sweatshirt and a pair of little flowered cotton panties, eyeing him uncertainly.  Her hands went to the panties as he stared at her intently.  "No, no, Toby. You can leave them on, princess."  She sighed in relief, her hands clenching at her sides.  He didn't speak again, just crooked his finger at her, and pointed at his lap.  She approached him slowly, laying down across his knees, her panty-covered ass high in the air.  He gently slid her sweatshirt further up her back, his hand caressing her lower back in sweeping circles as she tensed up.  SMACK!  His hand came down hard on her tender ass, a yelp escaping her, her whole body jumping at the blow.  Tears started running freely, little hiccupping sobs coming from her mouth.  SMACK!  She wailed with each blow,  her slight form shuddering.  SMACK!  His hand didn't raise again this time, but stayed cupping her red and burning ass gently, then stroking it, soothing the pain.  His fingers dipped briefly into the cleft beneath her legs, feeling the slight moisture there through her panties.  His thin mouth twisted into a cruel grin, and his hand lifted again.  SMACK!  One more blow, and his fingers slid between her legs again, teasing her clit through the thin cotton.  She whimpered beneath his touch, her hands fisting the bedspread.

"Ah now, there's my good little girl.  And she missed her Daddy, didn't she?"

Toby sighed raggedly, tears running down her cheeks.  "Yes Daddy.."  His hand continued to caress lightly between her thighs, then back up to the soft curves of her ass, his fingers starting to slide under the soft cotton of her panties.   On each stroke down the valley between her thighs, he felt the cotton crotch get wetter.

"Mmmmm..Daddy's good girl remembers how nice this felt, doesn't she?  Do you want Daddy to make it feel all better Toby?"  His nicotine-stained hands pulled her panties down in one smooth motion, revealing the soft white flesh of her ass and the raised red hand prints showing on it.  He left the panties tangled around her ankles, his fingers sliding to her bare flesh between her legs.  "Mmm, my little girl is nice and wet.  She's missed her Daddy, I can tell.  But Daddy needs some attention, Toby.  Last time I did it all for you, but that's not fair is it?  Don't you want to make Daddy feel good too?"  He set her on her feet, standing between his widespread legs as he sat on the corner of her pink ruffled bedspread.  Her panties were still tangled around her ankles, her sweatshirt barely covering her hairless pussy.

"Y..yes Daddy.  I want to make you feel good too, but I don't know how."  His hands rested on her shoulders, a gentle pressure pushing her to her knees.  Her eyes stayed fixed on his, curious and apprehensive and aroused.  He stood slowly, unbuckling the big silver belt buckle at his waist, and slowly unbuttoning his jeans, his thin mouth fixed in a wicked grin.  His zipper came down slowly, so slowly, the jeans and his boxers kicked to the ground.  Suddenly she couldn't help but look straight ahead, his rapidly hardening cock at eye level.  She hadn't had the chance to look at it when he had fucked her the first time, from behind, with her on her hands and knees.  And last night, it had been buried deep inside her mother's pussy.  But now she could see it, growing before her eyes, hard and hot and bigger than she had expected.  How had he fit that inside her body?  Her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips nervously as she waited for him to tell her what to do, somehow now even thinking to refuse.  He wrapped one palm around the back of her head, tangling in the glossy black hair.  Pulling her forward, he held his hard-on in his other hand, rubbing the head over her cheeks and lips, chuckling low in his throat as he looked at her.

"Daddy's good little girl.  Open your mouth, Toby, thatta girl, open your mouth and let me in."  Her eyes widened and she shook her head slightly, but his hand just tightened in her hair, and she gasped at the slight pain.  He pushed his cock between her parted lips, his chuckles getting deeper, more malicious.  "Lick your Daddy's cock, you dirty little girl.  Suck on it like a lollipop.  Make Daddy feel good." 

She raised her eyes back to his, her mouth opening wider automatically, his dick sliding a couple inches in.  He used his hand in her hair to pull her head back and forth, not too far yet, letting her get used to the feel of him in her mouth.  She slowly started to use her mouth and tongue like he had told her, licking him, and then sucking on him lightly, as if she had a lollipop and not her stepfather's cock in her mouth, her hands curled into fists against her naked thighs. He groaned in satisfaction.  "Ahh, Toby, you're making Daddy feel so nice, now open wider like a good girl."  He pulled her head forward suddenly, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth, gagging her, at the same time as his abrupt movement  knocked her off balance.  Toby grabbed at his thighs to steady herself, trying to push back off of his cock, tears forming in her eyes.  He took pity on her for a moment and pulled back, his erection coming completely out of her mouth.  His yellowed fingers pulled her head against him, rubbing her cheek over his hard length, her face getting sticky from her saliva and his pre-cum.  "You gotta breathe through your nose, baby girl.  Breathe through your nose and relax your throat for Daddy.  Daddy wants to fuck your mouth."

With that, he pulled her head back again and pushed the head of his cock past her full, pink lips once again, not stopping this time, just pushing deeper and deeper.  "Breathe through your nose, honey.  You're a big girl, you can do this.  And then I'm gonna make you feel soooo  good."  She gagged for a moment again then managed to relax her throat muscles, her blue eyes staring up at him pleadingly, tears swimming in them.  He pushed forward relentlessly, only stopping when her nose was pressed against his lower abdomen.  His hands went from tangling in her hair to caressing it gently, comfortingly.  "What a good, brave girl you are, honey.  Daddy's so proud of his baby girl."  Slowly he began to move, his hands gently holding her head still as he pulled his hips back, then once again pushed his cock all the way inside her mouth.  With each stroke it got a little easier, her panic subsiding slowly and a slight tingling starting between her thighs.  She knew that this was wrong, but its taboo nature made it somehow exciting, almost as exciting as watching her mom and Ray last night.  Memories of his face between her thighs, of his tongue pushing into her virgin pussy made her moan as he slowly and steadily fucked  her mouth.

"That's it sugar, you love sucking Daddy's cock, don't you?  You love to please your Daddy."  She nodded her head slightly, the only movement she was able to make, her voice blocked at the moment  by his erection.  One hand left  his thighs and crept between her legs, duplicating the motions of the night before that had felt so good.  Touching herself would have never crossed her mind even two days ago, but now it seemed natural.  Ray glanced down, smirking as he saw where her hand was.  He fucked her mouth faster, her throat muscles milking his cock, her warm, wet tongue bathing him.  Between the sensations from her mouth wrapped around his cock, and her big, innocent eyes staring up at him, he could feel his climax approaching.  "Daddy has a treat for you, Toby.  Be a good girl, drink it all down for Daddy."

He stiffened, his hand fisting tightly in her hair again, pushing her mouth towards him, his hips surging forward, burying his cock as deep in her throat as he could, a deep groan escaping him.  She gagged and choked as she felt his cum spurting into her throat, trying to swallow quickly around his cock so she could breathe again, the semen filling her mouth, drops appearing at the sides of her lips.  Panicking, she pushed at his thighs, gasping for air as he finally pulled back, giving her room to both swallow his cum and breathe again.  She knelt in front of him on the floor, wide-eyed, a sheen of tears over the bright blue, drops of white showing on her full, pink lips.  Her tongue slid out, licking them clean, and actually taking the time to taste him for the first time.  She blinked for a moment at the saltiness, then smiled shyly.  "Was I a good girl, Daddy?"
