The Green Door Part Six

   By JimBob 
Copyright 2011

   Holly gives a solo show at the Green Door Club, and realizes who she is
really in love with.  That evening there is a repeat performance with the
real lover.

   Mg,g,Mg, cons, fond, oral, inc, pedo

   Holly didn't have school on Friday, nor did the other girls.  It was a
teacher work day or some such thing.  The girls all got up early, and
walked down to the news stand with Daddy, and helped him open bundles of
paper and get set up.  Then the girls went shopping.  Holly had enough of
her too tight under shirts and dresses rubbing her tender breasts, She and
her sisters were getting new underwear, and she was getting a training bra.
She figured having her sisters along would give her nerve enough to look
for some and try them on.

   But when they got to the girls underwear department, they ran into
Tricia, who was looking for the same thing Holly was.  This was a major
nerve booster for both of them, so the little sisters got to sit on a bench
while the big girls got themselves outfitted with lots of posturing and
giggling.  Holly soon found out that the comfort gained in breasts not
rubbing was lost in those darn straps, and getting used to them.  They had
hamburgers at the food court, which was a real treat for all of them, and
then went home to clean house until Holly had to go to work.

   When She got near the theater, Holly met Tricia.  They walked the rest
of the way together.  William opened the door to the knock, and gave them a
big smile.  They went to the waiting room to wait for their assignments.  A
call for Tricia came fairly soon, she was a hot little girl, and had her
"regulars." Holly sat a few more moments, and then a call came for her to
report to Bob Brown's office.

   "Come in!" came Bob's voice at her knock.

   "You wanted to see me, Bob?"

   Bob came around the desk and gave her a hug.  "I'm sorry Holly, but we
always seem to have a problem for you to fill in for us.  Do you think you
can do an act on the stage today?  Emily was supposed to do it, but because
of the school day off today, her mother took her off for the weekend."

   "Who do I do it with?"

   "This one will just be you.  You said you do know how to masturbate. 
The guys like to see girls masturbate, and on weekdays we don't have very
long shows.  If you can make it last for half an hour, they will be happy.
I will guarantee you get at least two hundred, but knowing you, I think you
will do very well." Holly thought she would feel very silly doing such a
private thing in front of men, but at the same time, she got a thrill from
thinking about all the men who would be watching her and possibly doing the
same thing as she was.  "When do I start?"

   Bob looked at his watch.  "The show starts in half an hour.  You can
undress here if you want and wear a robe downstairs."

   "Okay."

   Holly started to undress in front of Bob, who moved behind her to
unfasten her dress in back, and then her new training bra.  When he had the
training bra open, Bob pulled Holly back against him and ran his hands
around her sides under her arms, and inside her clothes, and clasped a very
little breast in each hand.  Holly leaned back against him and let him
caress her swollen nipples.  Her breasts, which she had considered only a
literal pain to her before had seemed to develop a connection to the bottom
of her stomach that was also connected to that spot between her legs that
gave her so much pleasure.  Bob bent over the little girl and kissed her
neck and licked her ear.

   "Mmmm!  Stop that Bob.  I'll never get undressed."

   But Bob had already freed one hand from her breast and slid it down over
her smooth chest and belly skin to slip it into her panty waist, and down
between her legs.  "I can't help it Holly, you look good enough to eat." He
paused...  "And that is just what I am going to do!" After he stroked her
clit a few strokes, he let her go and started to help her shed her loosened
clothing.  When they got her shoes and socks off, and Holly slid her
panties down and off, Bob pushed her down on the edge of the couch, and got
down before her, kissing his way from her little breasts down to her lips
between her legs.  When Bob knelt between her legs, he pushed them back up
toward her shoulders and began to lick from her anal opening up through her
slit to her clit.

   Holly moaned and clutched his head in both hands.  Since this had been
the first man to ever do this to her, and he had opened all the other new
thrills to her, she felt a special bond with Bob.  She began to buck her
pussy up against his lips as he licked her clit.

   For Bob, his mission was not only pleasure for Holly and himself, but
getting her primed and in the relaxed mood she would need to give her best
performance.  What better way to relax a girl and give her incentive to do
her best, than to bring her to a bucking, squealing climax?  After all, she
had a half hour act to do, and she would never last that long if she wasn't
mellowed out first, so her second climax could be more controlled.  He
wanted his guys to get their money's worth.  He noted with satisfaction
that the bucking had already started.  He eased off on the kid a little. 
They had a few minutes to kill yet.

   "Oh!" Darn him!  She had been getting close, and he had left the best
spot, and now was licking down around her hole.  Holly thought she had him
trained, and here he was getting off the track to a quick orgasm for her.
She decided to let him dally around her pussy hole with that tongue tip for
a while, as she caught her breath, but then she was gonna grab those ears
and haul this mouth and tongue right back up to her clit and keep it there
until he finished his job!

   Bob had to control himself to keep from laughing out loud.  The little
girl's body language was so plain.  She had been well on her way and he had
reneged on her, in her opinion, it was plain to see.  Now she was very
apparently just humoring him for the moment.  He decided to appease her and
brought a hand up to stick a forefinger into her and caress her internally.
Then he slowly moved back up toward her clitoris.

   "Oh yes!" Holly liked both the finger and the lips coming back.  She got
Bob's head in a firm grasp and put his lips right where she wanted them. 
She had been holding her legs back with knees bent, now she straightened
them and draped them over his shoulders.  She needed to dig her heels into
his back and do some serious bucking.  She needed leverage!

   Since it seemed to have been already decided by Holly that she was ready
for her orgasm, Bob got into it.  He closed his lips over Holly's entire
clit, and gently sucked on it.  Holly dug her heels into his back, and
thrust herself up at him.  Bob knew how to play these little girls like a
band member knows his instrument.

   Like all experienced pussy suckers, Bob knew how to play his little
girls to get the most out of them.  A girl could start out perfectly still,
but the chance of her staying that way were slim to zip.  Leg muscles made
little involuntary movements.  Stomach muscles contracted.  Breath was
caught and then released in sighs, hisses or little mewling cries.  The
little girl could never hide what she was experiencing from an expert like
Bob Brown.  He was a man who loved his work, and did it well.

   Holly was making no attempt to conceal what she was feeling, she was a
wiggling, bucking, verbal little girl and she let the world know when her
orgasm was upon her.  She cried out.  She had her eyes closed, but she saw
shooting stars and flashing lights on the inside of her lids, along with
that great flood of fire like heat that came from her sex, and spread
upward through her body.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" She cried out and then her whole
body relaxed.

   Bob Brown had no doubts at all about it, he had done his part, and had
sharp little heel indents in his back, and a slightly sore ear from Holly's
orgasmic pulling.  He had a taste of a good flow Holly's sex juices too.

   Bob pulled back from the girl and let her rest on the couch while he
washed his face and hands.  Then he sat and stroked her hair until she
focused her eyes on him again.  "Okay Holly, you will have a lot of time
down there, so start off slow.  Lie on your back, knees wide open, facing
the boxes.  Start off slow, because you have a lot of time.  You remember
the music we played for your first act with Jamal?  Ravel's Bolero?"

   "Yes Bob."

   "Okay, put the earphones that are on the pillow into your ears when you
lie down.  You will have different music for the first fifteen minutes,
then when you are down to your last fifteen minutes, that song will come
on, and as the song goes on and gets more dramatic and louder, I want you
to concentrate on getting more and more excited until when you hear the
chorus start, you finish.  The music should help excite you as it did last
time."

   "Yes, Bob.  I understand."

   "Then let's go." Bob handed her the robe he had picked up, and a
hairbrush.

   Holly put on the robe, then went to the mirror and fixed her hair.  It
had gotten king of mussed as she struggled to reach her orgasm.  Then they
headed down for the stage.

   There was only a couple minutes to wait after she arranged herself on
the wide lounge on the stage, head on pillow toward the center, legs spread
wide facing the edge, knees up and splayed open, facing her audience.  Then
the spots came on her and the stage began to rotate slowly.

   Holly began to stroke her body, slowly, erotically, but avoiding her
genital area for the first few rounds.  The music was slow and languid, as
was Holly's movements.  She started to think.

   Who would she want to have with her, stroking her just exactly as she
was stroking herself?  Jamal again?  No, too young to know how.  Bob?  No,
he was her boss, not her lover.  Harry?  Yes, Harry would be good.  Then
the truth hit her like a blow to her stomach.  Daddy!  Yes, Daddy.  She had
drifted off to sleep last night thinking of the one man she truly loved
caressing and loving her.  Yes, Daddy would be the man with her tonight.

   "Oh Daddy!" Holly murmured as she stroked her legs up toward her
genitals.  Now the reason for the earphone feed to Holly becomes apparent.
The audience got an entirely different feed.  The little girl on the couch
thought the music in her ears was covering the sound of her gasps and sighs
and moans and cries, but actually it caused her to speak out louder.  The
audience heard her every breath, every gasp, every sound she made; picked
up by a little mike, amplified, and fed to every booth..  "Oh, Daddy!  I
love you so!" The last was spoken as Holly rubbed a hand over each little
breast.

   The men sat up.  This was going to be a good one!  The little Daddy
lovers were always the best ones.

   As her hands moved slowly over her body, Holly"s eyes were meeting those
of the audience, and she smiled at them, but her thoughts were turned
inward, to the scene being played out in her mind.  Daddy and her on her
bed, Daddy caressing her naked body all over, just the way he would
occasionally affectionately rub her arm or back.  Her touches now, the ones
she imagined her Daddy making, were starting to go way past affectionate
Daddy pets now.

   Holly moaned and rubbed a finger up through her slit where her throbbing
clit awaited.  "Oh, yesss Daddy!  Oh!  Oh!" Her hand coursed back and forth
through her slit.  Her knees closed and opened wide as the thrill of her
fingers rubbing that erotic spot flashed through her body.

   The men could plainly see her darker clit, engorged with blood standing
out in her wide open pink cleft.  Several of the men licked their lips and
swallowed hard.  Such an enticing sight for the more orally inclined of
these girl lovers.  The others were straining their eyes for a glimpse into
that vaginal opening as her hips shifted back and forth.  Was she a virgin?

   With a conscious effort, Holly pulled her hands away from her pussy, and
went back to all the other parts of her body.  The slow music was still
playing, and she didn't want to peak too soon.  But oh, that clit was
begging for attention.

   The little girl lying in her wide spread position, as if waiting for, or
even inviting a man's penetration now excited all the little girl lovers.
All cocks had been slipped out of pants now, and being stroked in the
privacy of the booths.  Not all the onlookers were men today.  Two of the
booths held women, who watched as avidly as the men, and licked their lips,
and fingered gripping pussies.  Not only Holly's female scent wafted
through the air of the room before the ventilating system took care of it.

   In her earphones, the music changed, giving Holly the go ahead to slowly
work herself up to her orgasm.  She began to limit her stroking to her more
personal areas, the outside lips of her pussy, the tops of her thighs, the
insides of her thighs, and her chest, her hands lingering on her small
erect nipples.  Her "Oh Daddy!" Cries, and her gasps as her stroking
fingers caressed her clit grew louder and closer together.  Holly was
beginning to feel the glow.  Her eyes still faced the audience, but she no
longer saw them, her stare was blank, turned inward.  She was seeing her
Daddy bending over her.  His body was vague, hazy from his chest to his
thighs.  She had not seen that part for so long that she could not remember
when it wasn't covered by a towel, a bathing suit or underwear.  But she
had seen enough man genitals in the past week that she could imagine what
that part of her Daddy looked like.  She could see it in her minds eye,
getting bigger, getting harder, just for her...

   The men and women were stroking themselves now, as Holly was stroking
herself.  Up her cleft, around her clit, touching all of her most sensitive
spots on each double handed stroke.  Then the choir's voices joined in,
over the sound of all the instruments, and Holly knew it was time.  In her
mind her Daddy mounted her and thrust his rampant manhood into her, and she
went into her twisting, bucking, writhing climax, and cried out "Daddy!  Oh
yes, Daddy!  Fuck me Daddy!" The cymbals crashed and the bass drums
sounded, the bombs went off, and the music was done, and so was Holly.  She
lay there spent on the couch, until the voice of Bob Brown came into the
ear phones...

   "Holly!  Sit up, your audience is giving you a standing ovation, Sit up!
Holly!"

   Holly sat up, and for two rounds, she waved weakly to the crowd, then
the spots cut off and the stage stopped by the exit, and Holly was escorted
off the stage and into her robe.

   Back up in Bob Browns office, Holly was almost dressed when Bob came in
with her tips.  Bob said, "you did very well for yourself, Holly.  You have
three hundred twenty five dollars in tips, and two hundred in pay for your
afternoon's work.  I'm going to make it three fifty in tips.  Do you want
to take all that home?"

   Holly thought a minute.  She had a lot of cash at home.  "Thank you Bob.
I'll just take fifty dollars, and save the rest."

   "Good girl, you have a lot of money in savings." He showed her the
little book.  "Thirteen hundred, and five hundred going in today."

   She was rich!  Holly ran and skipped all the way home.  When she hugged
her Daddy, she was blushing when she thought about her performance that
afternoon.  But most of the blush was caused by the sexual flush that
started at her nipples, and spread up her chest and shoulders and neck. 
The show that she put on this afternoon wasn't just a show.  Every since
she had found out about sex she had known what that feeling she felt for
her father was.  She wanted his love in that way, wrong or not.

   But the demands of her family came first as usual since she had taken
over the household from her deceased mother.  Dinner to finish, then the
meal, then the dishes and her and her sisters house work, and then after
the other two had went to bed, she was able to relax in the chair with
Daddy.

   Daddy made room for her to slide into the big chair beside him.  Tonight
he noticed that Holly had cleaned up and put on a nightgown before slipping
into the chair.  Since he still had his smelly work clothes on, he left her
with the early news, and went to shower.  He got clean underwear out of his
drawer, and his pajama bottoms, and got dressed for bed as he often did in
the evening.

   When Daddy came back, he didn't notice anything different about Holly.
But there was a change.  The panties she had been wearing were now tucked
down into the side of the seat underneath her.  So it wasn't until Holly
leaned over him to kiss him and he slipped an arm around her waist to pat
her flank and thigh, as he often did, that he felt the absence of any
underwear on his daughter.  He felt the stirring as blood started to rush
into his penis.  His hand slipped up to clutch her butt cheek and pull her
in to him for another longer, deeper kiss.

   The little girl was ready for her Daddy's response to her kiss.  One
hand went behind his neck to hold him close, the other dropped to brush
over his chest and follow the line of thick, heavy hair down his stomach.
The hand slipped under his waist bands of pajama and underpants as his
stomach pulled in for her, and down over his thick pubic hair.  She
clutched the shaft that now exploded into hardness.  As she squeezed it,
the cock pulsed in her hand.

   I shouldn't be doing this, Phil thought.  This is my precious oldest
daughter.  But it was too late.  Holly was stroking him to a full erection
with experienced fingers.  She reminded him so much of his late wife.  He
had ached for her touch lately.  His libido had only recently reawakened
but he was afraid to approach any mature women, although his brain seemed
to be recovering from its injury.  He gave in to his desire and began to
stroke and caress his daughter through her gown.

   As for Holly, she had pulled back from the kiss, and with both hands,
she struggled to get the front of Daddy's pajamas and undershorts down
enough to free his erect cock.  She thought it felt like a really nice one,
and now she couldn't wait to see it.

   Phil decided he better help her so he removed his two hands that were
squeezing her little rear, and lifting himself up, he pulled both pajamas
and undershorts down to his thighs.

   Holly started to work them on down over his knees.

   "Wait Holly!  If one of the girls comes out..."

   "Okay, Daddy." Holly pulled the pants back up and then straddled her
Daddy's legs facing him, and looked behind her to see that her gown covered
the bare part of his legs.  Now she was facing Daddy, so she could lean
forward and kiss him and his cock was sticking up right between her legs
where she could touch and stroke it easily.  "Now I'm just sitting on your
lap, Daddy."

   Phil had to feel that smooth little body in places that he had made off
limits to himself the past year, as his desire for his daughter awoke.  He
pulled the nightgown hem up her legs to expose them all the way to her
waist in front, and ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs from knees
to her hips.  Then he went to the insides of her thighs, and did not stop
until he had traced her cleft up to where her erect, excited clit was
standing out.  A moan escaped them both as he touched it with avid fingers.

   "Aah!" Holly had a little orgasm as soon as Daddy touched her clit.  She
held his arms for support.

   Daddy ran his hands up her tummy and tried to go up under her gown, it
was too tight.  Frustrated, He started to gather the material up in his
hands, to strip it off of her.

   Sensing his intention, Holly lifted her hands to the back of her neck
and unfastened the three buttons there.  As she helped Daddy pull the gown
off over her head, Holly started to giggle.  "Daddy!" She said.  "The
girls..."

   We won't repeat here what Daddy said.  Now that he had his daughter all
naked, Phil stroked her whole body, just as Holly had imagined it in her
show that afternoon.  He cupped her tiny breasts, which he had seen hints
of in her T shirts and under shirts, but had never felt since they had
started to grow.  He leaned forward and kissed them, and caressed them with
his tongue.  Holly clutched his head to her while he kissed and licked her
boobs.  Then she pushed him back in his chair.

   Walking over her nearly prone father on her knees, Holly positioned
herself over his erect cock.  Holding it upright in one little fist, Holly
rubbed the tip through her slick wetness and then lined the tip up with her
vagina as she slowly lowered herself down upon it.

   Her father was taken back fifteen years into the past by that sensation
of young girl pussy enclosing his erection in tight hot wetness.  Holly's
mother at sixteen had felt the same the first time they had "gone all the
way." The memory came and went in a flash.  The girl started to move, and
the sensation wiped out all thought from the man's mind.  "Aah!  God! 
That's so good!" He cried out.

   "Mmmm!" Holly moaned in answer.  Both of them had forgotten about her
sisters, who were deep in sleep in the bedroom.  The TV drowned out Phil
and Holly's murmurs and the girls were used to sleeping through its noise.
Daddy was holding her with big hands on her slim waist now, and she held
his arms between wrist and elbow for support as she moved back and forth on
him as he humped himself up into her faster and faster.

   Phil made a valiant effort to stay with his daughter, but his long
period of sexual abstinence had taken its toll on his ability to control
himself.  Like a raw adolescent, he reached his peak way too soon, and came
long before he or Holly were ready for that to happen.  As he prematurely
ejaculated semen into his daughter he grunted and moaned in frustration,
moans echoed by his daughter who felt his tool lose it's hardness within
her.  This was not what she had imagined.  She sat up as he slipped out of
her, and then jumped up and holding the better part of his cum in herself
with both hands, she ran for the bathroom.

   When she came out, Daddy had picked up the living room and turned off
the TV.  She started for the chair to pick up her gown and panties, and he
came over to her before she could don them, and picked up daughter, gown
and panties, and carried them all into his bedroom.  Holly's heart began to
beat faster.  The evening wasn't over after all.

   Daddy put her down on his bed and shut the door.  Then he slipped out of
his pajama pants and underwear and crawled into bed beside her.  He pulled
his daughter into his arms and began to rain kisses over her face.  Holly
reached for his cock' but he stopped her.  "No," he said.  "Let me do
this."

   The little girl complied with his wishes, and returned her hands to his
chest and back, and as he caressed her body, she caressed his, but she
avoided his penis.

   They kissed two lingering kisses, then Phil slid down his daughter's
body, and nudging her legs open and apart, crawled between them.  Holly
felt his lips and tongue on her privates and moaned and sighed in
anticipation.

   She was not disappointed.  Where did Daddy learn to do that, she
wondered.  His darting tongue and sucking lips took her right to the brink,
and kept her there, crying little cries of desire and supplication.  But he
did not take her over the top.  His lips lingered there for a short time
that seemed like an eternity to her, then moved over her mound and up to
kiss each little breast as his body moved up to cover her.

   Daddy kissed her chin, then her lips, with darting tongue.  Then her
forehead.  Then she felt it!  A hard presence poking into her cleft.  Daddy
was back!  She reached both hands down between their bodies, and Daddy
didn't stop her this time.  She clutched the shaft and rubbed the head into
her crack with a two handed grip, coating the head with her juices, and
opening up the cleft to expose her vagina.

   The head was guided into the waiting hole as Daddy moved forward and
down into her waiting sleeve.  He bottomed out with a grunt of
satisfaction. Holly got her hands out of there and clasped them around her
Daddy's back.  With his cock deep in her body, Daddy's chin was just above
her hairline.  He could bend his head down a little and kiss her.  He
started a slow stroke into her, determined to keep things under control
this time.

   Holly loved the feel of her Daddy's coarse pubic and belly hair tickling
the skin of her mound and lower belly as her Daddy moved on her, thrusting
into her and pulling back.  She soon was striving to reach her peak again,
but more in sync with her Daddy's movements this time.  She reached a peak,
and let him know and he increased his efforts.  This time they lasted
almost fifteen minutes, leading each other to new delights and then both
exploded into orgasmic contortions and Holly moaned out her orgasm as Daddy
grunted out his.  They lay there, still coupled and exhausted by their
efforts.

   Finally Phil was able to rouse himself enough to reach under his pillow
and bring out a towel which he used to wipe himself and Holly down, and
then they lay there side by side together and dozed off.

   At about two in the morning Holly awoke because she missed her gown, so
she got up and collected her gown and panties and retired to her own bed.
So no one was any the wiser about her and Daddy's little love tryst.

   End Part Six.

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