Appendix Case Histories
The previous pages have, we believe, shown the structure of incest within the sibling syndrome. The Appendix Case Histories which follow disclose incest as it is played out in other blood relationships.
CASE HISTORY
Thirteen-year-old Janey knew it was now or never. If she were ever going to succeed in seducing her father, now was the time for it. Her mother, eight months pregnant, had gone to spend the night with grandmother, leaving Janey alone in the house with daddy. Janey knew that daddy was horny; she had heard her mother refusing him night after night for some time now. Mother had a way of speaking too loud at times, and she didn't always close their bedroom door securely. Janey had lain in her bed at night and heard almost every word that passed between daddy and mother; some of the words had been sharp, particularly the ones her father had spoken.
Yes, daddy was horny. He was very hard up. Janey had seen him on several occasions urinating in the bathroom. The bathroom was located on the ground floor of the house and it had two doors, one leading into the living room, the other into a small rear hall which had another door that led to the kitchen. The back porch could be reached easily by going through the kitchen and the hall, and Janey had deliberately and carefully gone to it upon seeing her father enter the bathroom. (The first time she had seen him urinating had been accidental.) My, how his cock had thrilled her just being able to look at it. How daddy had stood there, bending slightly forward, his cock in his right hand, held lightly, the urine squirting from the hole in his penis. The thing that had caught Janey's eye was the fact that daddy's penis was so very hard and swollen. Seeing it in this condition had driven her half wild with desire; enough so that each time thereafter, as had been stated, she would rush to the rear porch to spy on her father. Many times, now, she had seen him urinating and each time his penis was stiff and swollen and seemingly throbbing. God, how she wanted to break into the bathroom and take daddy's inflamed tube into her mouth and suck it.
Oh, God, how she would have liked to suck daddy.
Now, as Janey lay in her bed, she could hear daddy undressing in his room. She could hear him removing his trousers. When he muttered something unintelligible, she strained to hear the words but could not. Instead, she heard him toss the trousers onto a chair, apparently. The belt buckle struck something, probably the chair, and made a certain sound which she recognized. This presented a mental picture for her-that of daddy standing in the middle of the room about to remove his briefs. Janey felt a chill pass up and down her spine and she shivered deliriously. Her mouth became dry and she was obliged to run her tongue repeatedly over her lips. She was wearing shortie pajamas and her hand almost unconsciously stole down and slipped beneath the elastic of the panties. Her fingers touched her furry spot and came away moist. Janey was almost beside herself with passion now. God, how could she arrange it? How could she manage to get into daddy's bed with him? She shook her head at all of these proposals-they weren't right, weren't good enough; they wouldn't work for her.
"Damn." The single word came from her mouth without her being anything more than dimly aware of it.
Her father immediately called down the hall to her. "Did you speak to me, Janey?" he asked.
Her mouth fell open and she sat up on her bed. "N-no, daddy," she cried. "That is ... er ... no, daddy ... I didn't call ... are you ... all right, daddy?" She made her tone during the question portion of her remarks sound as sexy as she possibly could. She wondered if he would pick up on it.
Her father merely grunted and returned into his bedroom, apparently having stepped out into the hall to speak to her. She heard him get on the bed a moment later, the bedsprings groaning under his weight.
Janey pushed her panties down and stuck her finger inside herself. She moaned with pleasure and a bead of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. With her other hand she wiped it away, the moisture of it making her even more aware of the passionate condition she was in.
"Daddy," she whispered to herself. Just saying the word made her feel hot. "Daddy," she repeated, almost in a whine. Then: "I need to fuck you so." God, how she wanted to get out of her bed and go to his and crawl in and whisper dirty words to him. Oh, God, what was she to do?
What she did do, then, was to climb out of bed, making certain the shade was drawn down over the window, and inspect her body in the full-length mirror. Her pajama panties were already pushed down halfway to her knees, so all she had to do was lift the upper part of her nightclothes to reveal her thirteen-year-old titties. They were small but round and pink and very, very pretty. Janey knew they were pretty. All the boys said they were and besides she had compared her titties to those of other girls, in some cases girls who were quite a bit older. Janey's breasts had never suffered by the comparisons. Now, she stood in front of the mirror thinking of daddy and his fat, hard prick; a bit of moisture trickled down her thighs. Her chin shot up; her eyes narrowed and she knew she was going to make the attempt to seduce her father. She was ready. No matter if he became shocked at her action. No matter if he told her mother later. No matter if he utterly rejected her or scolded her for being lewd-she was going to make the attempt-and now.
She ran lightly down the hall, having allowed her pajamas to fall back in place properly. She stopped near daddy's door and observed that the light was off in his room. Taking a deep breath and shivering with apprehension, she tried the door and found it was standing ajar. She entered the room and went directly to the bed.
"Daddy," she said softly. "I'm scared, daddy."
He must have been about to drift off into sleep, for when he spoke he sounded odd. "Huh?
What is it? Who is it? Is that you, Janey?"
"Yes, daddy. I ... er ... was having a bad dream, I guess. I'm scared. Can I ... sleep with you, daddy ... please?" Janey was a good little actress-she managed to inject just the right amount of pathetic entreaty into her tone.
Her father was now sitting up and groping for the light switch. Janey moved between him and the bed lamp because she didn't want him to see the lust in her eyes, the lust she was certain was there. It had been there a few moments before when she had studied herself in the mirror.
"You're in my way, Janey," he said. "I can't reach the light."
"Never mind the light, daddy. I just want to crawl in bed with you because I'm terribly scared of the ... dream I just had." She hoped he wouldn't ask her what the dream was about or mention the fact that he had spoken to her only a few minutes ago. Much to her relief he did neither.
"Get in bed, then," he told her gruffly. "Seems to me you're a big enough girl not to..." He didn't finish the sentence, but she knew what he had been about to say. "Big enough girl not to have to crawl in with your parents when you have a bad dream."
Janey smiled in the darkness of the room. "I guess I'm just a little girl at heart, daddy," she said, making her voice sound very young.
Daddy chuckled and turned over on his side, making room for her to crawl in by so doing. "All right, honey. Climb in and go to sleep. Daddy has to get up in the morning, you know. I can't talk all night."
Janey's heart was thumping wildly now. Her hands actually shook as she pulled the sheet up and lay down on the bed underneath it. Daddy's body was throwing off considerable heat which only made her hotter. Her lips dry again, she moistened them several times as she pretended to adjust her sleeping position by moving her body about on the bed. What she was actually doing was allowing her hips and thighs to brush against daddy's legs and ass in the hopes of stirring him up.
"What's the matter, kitten," he asked from out of the darkness. "Can't you get comfortable?"
"That dream," she said softly. "The one I just had. It's made me fidgety, I guess." Saying this, she turned her tummy toward daddy's back and deliberately pushed her loins up against his buttocks.
Daddy moved away slightly.
Janey's heart seemed to catch in her throat.
She lay very quietly now, wondering if her father could hear the terrific hammering of her heart or sense the wild state of passion she was in. He moved his ass back a little and it touched her front. A shot of moisture sped from her slit and ran down her thighs. God, how she wanted to reach over daddy's body and feel of his penis. She wondered if he was hard or soft. It was a long minute later that he turned and accidentally brushed his rod against her leg.
Janey's hair seemed to stand on end.
Daddy tvas hard-very, very hard.
Should she say something to him? Should she let him know it was all right to ... touch her that way ?
"Janey," he said softly, "did you really have a bad dream?" There it was-the question. Now was her time to put things right, to make an overt move so he would understand and ... who knew? ... perhaps accept the situation and do something nice about it.
She was careful with her answer. She had to be careful. This was a delicate spot. "Why ... do you ask, daddy?" she whispered.
He was silent for a moment. "You ... just ... wanted to sleep ... with ... daddy ... isn't that it, kitten?"
She hesitated on purpose until just the right moment to answer. Then: "Y-Yes, daddy," she whispered. "I just wanted to sleep ... with you."
She heard the long, deep sigh escape his lips and she waited for what seemed to be an hour.
"You know, don't you, kitten, that your mother has been ... refusing me now for some time?"
She hesitated just a moment again before whispering her answer. "Y-Yes, daddy."
He was silent now though he moved slightly on the bed and once again she felt his rock-like penis accidentally brush against her thigh. She moaned at the contact and he jerked away as if startled. He spoke a moment later. "I think you'd better go to your own bed, kitten." His voice shook as he uttered the words and this fact was not lost on Janey.
"No, daddy," she whispered, taking her courage in hand. "I want to ... take the place of ... mother while she is ... the way she is."
The intake of his breath was sudden and loud. "Kitten," he cried softly, "you mustn't speak that way to daddy ... it's cruel."
Now was her chance. Impulsively and with great eagerness she threw her arm over his body and felt the shudder occur in him when her hand came in contact with the flesh of his tummy. She could feel the soft, silky hair on his tummy and this nearly drove her wild with desire. "Oh ... daddy..." she murmured hesitantly. "Oh ... daddy..."
He was breathing quite hard now. She could hear his intake and expulsion of air again and she knew he was becoming worked up. Wonderful! She moved her hand downward on his tummy until her fingers felt the hair she knew lay just above his penis. So far, she had not felt his penis and, idly, she wondered why. It was not until she lifted her hand a couple of inches that the back of it touched his quivering erection. Immediately, he groaned and pushed her hand away.
"You ... mustn't ... kitten ... you ... mustn't do that to daddy."
"Oh, daddy, it's all right. I know you are in need ... and so am I, daddy. I'm not a child anymore, I'm a big girl now. Here ... feel of me ... see for yourself." She meant for him to fondle her breasts, but he made no move to touch her with his hands.
"Kitten," he cried, his voice dropping with passion, "if you don't go back to your own bed, I'm afraid of what will happen to you."
"I don't mind, daddy," she said boldly. "I love you. I really do."
His body was shaking violently now and she could just barely hear him swearing under his breath. "Kitten," he said, his voice very unsteady now, "will you please go to your room immediately. I can't ... stand this sort of ... thing."
Her answer was to seize his penis and run her fingers up and down on it in a jacking motion, causing her father to groan again and to beat the side of the bed, apparently with his clenched fist. "Doesn't that feel good, daddy?" Janey asked, excitement coursing through her savagely. "May I play with your cock, daddy dear?" She suspected that putting it this way would have a terrific effect on him and she was correct. He groaned and thrashed about, but once again attempted to push her hand away. "Don't do that, daddy. Don't make me stop. I want to help you feel better."
"Oh, my God, kitten, you're driving me insane."
"If you're worried about mother finding out, don't be. I promise to keep this a secret always. I'll never tell anyone, daddy, not ever."
"Oh, honey," he moaned, "I'm so hard up for sex I'm ready to ... to ... I'm ready ... to ... goddamn it ... I can't do it." Saying these last few words, he jerked himself away from her and moved over on the bed. She could feel the bed quivering from his jerking, passionate body.
"Daddy," she said softly. "Please fuck me ... please!"
He jumped when he heard the naughty word and for a brief and horrible moment Janey thought she had erred, had gone too far. She waited quietly, though inwardly she was teeming with fear, for him to rebuke her. He did nothing of the kind but merely moaned and thrashed about on the bed as he had done previously.
"Daddy," she said softly, "don't be afraid. I won't tell mother. Not ever. There's nothing to fear. I love you. You're my daddy."
His voice shook when he spoke out of the darkness. "Fathers are not supposed to have ... sex with their daughters, dear."
"I know," she said quickly. "But you're so hard up for it. I've seen how you are, all nervous and edgy and everything. I only want to help you by offering the use of my ... body."
His answer was a groan again and this time he sounded as if he were suffering.
She waited for a long moment, then: "Turn over, daddy. Let me play with your peter. I do so want to take it in my hand."
She waited again and finally was rewarded by both feeling his turning over and hearing it. The bedsprings squeaked noisily and she almost giggled at the sound, having no idea of why it should cause her to do this, but perhaps it was a tension reliever. When daddy was on his side, his front aimed at her, she moved closed to him and accidentally scraped her forehead against his stiff beard. This sent a chill up and down her spine and she actually shivered. The shiver was a pleasant feeling and not at all the opposite. Daddy was very quiet now save for his deep, fast breathing. She put forth her hand and touched his tummy as she had earlier. She pulled the hair on his tummy gently, a wave of passion pouring through her slender but shapely body as she did so.
"Oh ... daddy ... I hope I'm good for you," she whispered.
"Do it," he said hoarsely. "Do it. I'm nearly dying."
She ran her hand down his tummy until she felt the terribly hard object that protruded from between his legs. She had never touched a grown man's penis, though she had certainly caressed boys' rods on several occasions. A boy's thing, she soon discovered, was as nothing compared to an adult man's. Oh, God, how she wanted to place her lips about daddy's erection and suck him off. God, how she wanted to.
But she was not quite bold enough for that move. Not yet.
"Oh, daddy," she said as she jacked his prick gently. "I love you so."
Her father ran his hands over her body in the most exciting way imaginable. He felt of her ass first, then moved between her legs with his fingers, then went up to her titties and fondled them so roughly that Janey had a slight orgasm.
"Daddy," she sighed, and kissed his tummy wetly.
Something wet and sticky struck her on the forehead and she knew, of course, what it was.
"My God," she heard him cry out. "My God, kitten, I'm hot."
Janey wanted to talk dirty now. She wanted to say all the things that hot young girls so often want to say to their fathers but never dare. "Daddy," she said. "Fuck it all over me, please." What an odd way to put it, she thought later.
"Kitten, where did you ever learn to talk like this?" he asked, his voice even more hoarse now than before.
"I can't help it, daddy. I love you so much ... you make me ... hot."
"Oh, my God," he cried, but did not pull away from her as she jacked him again. "What am I doing?"
"You're having fun with me, daddy," she whispered, and ran her tongue down the entire length of him from his neck to his prick. Taking his prick in her mouth, she ran her tongue over the head of it and felt the sudden, hot gush of thick male milk into her mouth. She swallowed it, her heart hammering unmercifully, and sucked him hard, trying to obtain more of the maddening fluid. He did not blow into her again, however, so, in surprise, she pulled her mouth away. "Don't you want me to suck your prick, daddy?" she asked, sounding like a very naughty child. "I'd like very much to suck your prick a long time. I want you to get it all out of you, daddy, all of it." Saying this, she kissed his balls passionately. How wonderful, she thought, that her father never wore night clothing. It made everything so much easier and it was so exciting to be in bed with a man who was naked. "Daddy," she went on, "why don't you say something? Tell me I make you hot-something."
He had been squeezing her breasts. Now he pushed her panties down to her knees and inserted his finger into her cunt. "You make me very hot, kitten," he cried in her ear. "You make me so hot I'm afraid I'll explode through the roof."
"Just explode in my body, daddy," she replied, half giggling. "That's where you should explode, not through the roof."
He pulled his finger out of her cunt abruptly. "Take off your pajamas," he ordered her crisply. "Hurry."
She let go of his erection reluctantly and removed her pajamas, tossing the tops and the bottoms to the floor recklessly. "There, daddy," she whispered crazily. "I'm all here naked and hot and stuff and ready for you to fuck."
"My God, I never knew you ... you knew about such things."
"I'm thirteen, daddy. That means I'm a woman." Well, almost, she corrected silently.
"Tell me, Kitten," he asked hoarsely. "Have you ever done this with a boy?"
"Oh, daddy, don't ask me that. Good grief."
"All right, all right, I'm sorry," he said hastily. "I won't ask you. I have no ... right to ask you that. Not now."
"I didn't mean it that way, daddy," she cried passionately. "I just meant that I was ... embarrassed to have my father ask me such a question." She was not, however, embarrassed enough to refrain from kissing his hard-on wetly.
"Oh, brother," he gasped, "when you do that I nearly take leave of my senses."
"Want me to suck you off, daddy, all the way? Would you like to fuck your kitten in the mouth, huh?"
"Jesus Christ, where did you learn to talk so sexily?"
"Never did before, daddy. It seems to come natural with you because I love you so much."
"God, you're a hot kid. I never realized it before, so help me."
"If I suck your cock, will you suck my cunt, daddy?" Janey asked, ignoring what he had said.
"Oh, honey. I'll do anything you want me to do. I'm half out of my mind."
"Very well," she said, kissing his prick and then spreading her legs. "Stick your tongue up my cunt, daddy, and make me come. Oh, I do so want to come, daddy."
Her father lifted her left leg and put it over his head. He then lowered himself on the bed and buried his face in her snatch. She felt his whiskers against her young-girl flesh and the prickly feeling made her shiver wonderfully. His hot, wet tongue raked her crotch from top to bottom. She cried out because of the marvelous feeling that passed through her. It caused her to shudder violently, leaving her weak and gasping for breath.
"Oh, daddy," she moaned. "I can't stand it. Put it in. Get on top of me. Fuck me, daddy. I want you to fuck me."
He lifted his head and moved away from her slightly. Fearing he was going to stop his activities, she clutched at his arm attempting to pull him on top of her. He was much too strong for her, however, and easily resisted her efforts. "Don't pull on me, kitten," he said, but the words were not unkind. "If you want to pull something, you know what to do."
"Daddy," she moaned, "I'm so hot I'm about to go up in smoke. Honest. Won't you please fuck me? I want to feel your rock-hard prick rammed up inside of my cunt. Oh ... just thinking about it makes me come."
"I don't want to put it in kitten. I'm afraid you might ... get pregnant. That would be terrible. I. . . "
"Daddy," she sobbed. "Don't say that. Please don't talk that way to me. I want to fuck you, daddy. I think I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a little child."
He was silent for a long moment. "Really?" he said then, his voice strange sounding. "My God, what an odd thing to hear from my own kid."
"I know you have a need to be fucked," she cried passionately. "I'm offering my body, my young, thirteen-year-old body. Don't you want to? Wouldn't you like to blow your whang inside my tight, little cunt?"
He groaned. "How you do talk, kitten. I swear, when you're married, you'll drive your husband deliciously nuts."
"Never mind my imaginary husband. How about you, daddy. Do you mind if I play with your nuts?"
He was silent again momentarily. "You know, don't you, that all of this is very wrong."
"Is it, daddy? Why is it wrong?"
He sighed in the darkness. "Never mind. I'm not so sure right now that it is. Forget I said that. You may play with my ... nuts, if you wish."
"And can I suck your cock again, daddy?"
Once again he sighed. "Yes, dear. You may suck my cock as well." He cleared his throat. "I mean, you may suck it again." He chuckled oddly. "You've got me so mixed up I hardly know what I'm saying."
Janey was puzzled by this. What he had said sounded all right to her. She didn't allow herself to dwell on his remark, however, but promptly lowered her face to his still-quivering penis and slipped her lips around the head of it. Daddy's prick tasted rather sweetish, she thought. She liked the taste of it and she liked the taste even better when he suddenly gushed a little come into her mouth. Swallowing it down eagerly, she sucked his swollen tube fiercely until he pulled her head away from his parts and forced her down onto her back.
"Daddy," she moaned, "are you going to get on top now?"
"Y-Yes, kitten," he said, his voice sounding slightly hesitant. "I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself."
"Stick your prick in me, daddy, and don't think about whether it's right or wrong. Think about the hot fun it will be." Janey spread her legs wide and closed her eyes even though it was so dark in the room she couldn't see anything. She wanted her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the sensation of feeling daddy's erection being rammed into her cunt. "Stick it in, daddy," she cried passionately. "Don't make me wait any longer."
He lay down on top of her and his weight was considerable. It caused her to gasp for breath. Evidently he noticed this, for his weight became less noticeable, apparently because he was resting on his left arm, though Janey was not sure of this (nor for that matter did she care). She felt the head of his prick being pressed against her cunt, and then suddenly it slipped between the cunt lips and plunged into her, causing her to grunt and raise her head. She made a face because of the sudden pain of it, but she was scarcely aware of this. God, how nice it was to have naked daddy on top of her, his body hot and moist, his prick hard and slippery. What made his prick slippery? Ah, yes. She was doing that. Her own lubricating processes had moistened his erection, allowing it to slip in and out of her cunt easily, but not too easily and not all the way out.
Janey suddenly realized that Daddy had a very large, fat cock, and that he was an expert at using it in a cunt.
His cock was so fat that it was stretching her cunt's lips a very great deal. For a few moments she wondered with a feeling akin to horror, if it might turn out that she was inadequate to receive his offerings. That is, what would happen if his prick continued to swell and became impossible for her to handle? What a ghastly though this was. Fortunately this further swelling did not take place and she discovered that she could take him, but only barely. My, daddy's cock was a fat one. A noisy one, too. It was presently making a sort of slurping sound, somewhat like the one made when some people eat soup. This struck Janey as being giggle stuff, and despite her intense passion she giggled softly.
Daddy stopped fucking her immediately. "What's wrong?" he growled near her ear. "What's so funny, kitten?"
Janey stopped her giggling fast. "Nothing's funny, daddy. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Does my cunt feel tight and snug for you, daddy? Gee, I hope so."
He began to move in her again, his fat cock rubbing the edges of her cunt lips and going deep into her and touching her most sensitive area. Janey shivered with pleasure and wrapped her legs about daddy's butt. Hooking her ankles together, she held him in position with all of her desperate, hot strength. Daddy, apparently, seemed to like her in this position, for he sped up his cock strokes and began to whisper dirty words in her ear. "Fuck, cunt, cunt lapper, gism, blow job," he muttered without making any sense with his words. "Fuck, cunt, blow me off, kitten, take my gism from me, honey," he added, now sounding a bit more comprehensible. "God, you're a hot little kid. Never knew my kid was such a hot fucker."
"Oh, daddy," Janey groaned beneath him. "I love to hear you talk dirty while your cock goes in and out of my cunt. Fuck me faster, daddy.
Fuck me awful fast, please."
He increased his speed, his great, fat dong going deep into her twat. "Like this, kitten?" he asked, grunting the words.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "You have such a wonderful prick, daddy. I think I'm ... going ... to have ... a blow ... oh ... oh ... oh ... daddy..." It was true. Janey had her first really good orgasm and it only served to make her even more hot and bothered. "Fuck my cunt, daddy dear," she rasped in his ear. "Fuck the pee out of me, honey." It did not sound odd to her ears when she used the word of endearment. After all, she was not, as of now, his daughter, but his female and his female was taking his prick deeply into her cunt.
"Oh, this is good, good," he muttered. "God, how I have needed this."
"You can fuck me right along," she whispered. "As much as you want to. I love you. I love to be fucked by you, daddy. Your cock is so beautiful, it feels so wonderful in me."
"Must be careful ... your mother ... We must be very careful."
"I will be, daddy," she whispered. "She'll never find out from me. Honest. I want to have you fuck me too much to ever tell anyone."
He increased his speed again, poking his fat cock even more deeply into her. She placed her hands on his buttocks, wondering if he might perhaps tell her not to do this, for some reason, but he didn't. He appeared to barely notice, so she dug her finger into his ass-flesh and then, a few moments later, stuck a finger up his ass-hole. She felt him flinch and then heard him gasp. With her other hand she pinched his balls lightly, carefully, not wanting to cause him unpleasantness or pain. This would not be good. It would turn him off and she didn't want daddy turned off. She wanted him turned on and up, the higher the better. God, how wonderful it was to have your own father fuck you.
"Fuck me, daddy," she cried, putting the thought into words. "It's so wonderful having you fuck me, daddy. Squirt your juice up my cunt. I want it so much."
He stiffened his body, increasing his speed tremendously now and she knew that he was approaching the high point. Pumping her loins at him, attempting to raise her body as much as possible, she continued to clutch at his balls with one hand and to poke her finger up his ass-hole with the other. She was so hot now she thought her head was going to fall off.
Daddy's body became extremely warm now, even hot. He was sweating considerably, the water running from his body to hers and mixing with her own sweat. She had no more than fully realized this than she felt his body stiffening and then jerking and shuddering violently. She held her breath, knowing he was about to spew forth his manliness into her wet slit. When it happened, it seemed to come slowly at first, in little spurts and squirts and then, finally, when he cried out seemingly in some sort of wild desperation, the fluid hit her with great force. His cock continued to pump in her cunt as the male milk, thick and sticky and wonderful, filled her cunthole to the point of running out of her and wetting her thighs and ass. Oh, God, how lovely it was to lie in daddy's cock juice. To have it squirting into you and running out of you all over everything. What a delicious odor there was to it-how nice it would be to have it in the mouth.
"Daddy," she squealed after a time, "did you like shooting your wad up my cunt?"
Daddy was lying still now. On top of her yet, but not moving. He was breathing extremely fast still. "Wonderful," he gasped. "Wonderful cunt. like it. Wonderful. God, how I needed that, kitten."
"I know you did," she returned. "I've heard mother refusing you a lot of times lately."
He took a deep breath and let his air out in a sudden whoosh. "Mustn't blame your mother. She's not feeling at all well. Having a baby is sometimes a very uncomfortable process.
"Nuts," Janey couldn't refrain from saying. "She's just giving you a line. I'll bet if I was knocked up I'd be fucking right up to the moment the doctor grabbed the kid." Janie giggled at her own remark.
Daddy was strangely silent. He pulled his cock out of her and fell over heavily on his back. "Better go back to your own room now, kitten," he said, his voice sounding strange again.
"Don't want to," she replied stubbornly. "I want to suck your cock, daddy. I really do want to, you know."
"Good grief," he muttered, "are you always this hot, kitten?"
"Only when I think about you and your long, fat cock, daddy."
"How long ... have you been thinking about ... getting to me, Janey?" he asked, his voice sounding different now.
She giggled a little. "Ever since I was a child, daddy." She bit her lips. "I suppose you still think of me as a child, daddy, but I'm not."
He was silent again momentarily. "I think I have just discovered you are no longer a child, Janey. Now ... perhaps you had better go to your own bed and let daddy get some sleep."
"No, daddy," she cried. "Mother will be home tomorrow night. I won't get another chance to be with you. It may be week or more before ... before ... you can cockhole me. Please ... let me suck your cock. I want you to really go off in my mouth, not just a little like you did earlier."
"Why do you want to suck my cock?" he asked. "I just fucked your cunt, dear. Isn't that enough for one night? "
"It would be if I were sure I could have it again tomorrow night, but I'm not sure. Don't you understand me?"
"Y-Yes," he replied with seeming hesitation. "Do you really want to suck it, kitten?" His voice sounded excited somewhat now.
"Yes, I really do. I just love the feel of it in my mouth, between my lips. Does this mean I'm a bad ... girl, daddy?"
"N-No. No of course, not, dear. It means ... you are very passionate. That's all." He got up from the bed.
"Where are you going, daddy?" she asked, alarm in her tone.
"To the bathroom. I must wash my donniker before you suck me off, kitten."
"I don't mind it the way it is, daddy."
"Just the same, I'm going to give it a good washing. You wait right there, dear."
"Could I come with you? I'd like to see you naked. It's so dark in here and..."
Apparently, he was considering this, for it was half a minute before he spoke." Very well, Janey. Come to the bathroom with me. I hope you know what you're doing, wanting to expose your body to me."
Janey hadn't said she wanted to expose her body to him, but in addition to seeing his cock and balls, to seeing the whole of his nudity, she actually did want to expose her own charms to her father. Daddy was very smart, she reasoned. He had picked up on this immediately. She knew she had a nice "golden girl" type of body. She thought that having him see her naked would excite him as well as impress on him how very important it was to have a young daughter who was eager to fuck him. This would help her to "get to" him at some future date, hopefully not too far into the future. Janey climbed out of bed, her young girl titties jouncing about in the dark. Wait till daddy saw them in the light of the bathroom. A few drops of moisture emerged from her slit as she groped her way around the foot of the bed to where daddy was standing in the doorway. The light from her bedroom shone down the hallway and by means of it she could see the outline of his nude body. When she came close to him, he started down the stairs, evidently wanting to go to the downstairs bathroom instead of the one upstairs. She excitedly followed him down the semi-darkened stairs. Daddy didn't turn on a light in the living room as they crossed it on his way to the bathroom and Janey didn't do so either, though she would have liked to, would have liked to see him naked in the living room. There could be something wildly exciting about seeing one's own father naked in the living room where she had so many times seen him fully clad.
He pulled open the bathroom door but did not turn on the light until she had entered the small room with him.
Then he did so.
Janey gasped.
His cock, hard and erect, was pointed straight at her tummy. Daddy was much taller than she and his crotch was higher up from the floor. This caused the top of his erection to be only inches below her titties. Janey stared down at the swollen purplish head of daddy's prick and moistened her lips eagerly, nervously.
"Oh, daddy," she said for the umpteenth time that night. "What a lovely, fat cock you have." More moisture ran down her thighs. "May I suck it now ... before you wash it?"
He patted her on the head, his blue eyes filled with lust. "In just a moment, kitten. I want to run a little water over it. I like having my cock clean at all times, dear." He coughed. "Your mother taught me that."
In spite of herself, Janey felt a little stab of jealousy, but she said nothing all during the time daddy washed his prick in the sink. She stood silently as he dried his cock and balls and crotch region in general. Then he put the towel away and turned about, his loins shot forward in a most lewd manner. His cock was still very hard, very swollen and very fascinating to look at. Janey felt her heart flip-flop inside of her and as she reached out her hand to touch him there, she shivered from sheer delight. Daddy shot his loins forward a bit more and his rock-hard tube struck her outstretched hand, slipping between her fingers hotly and eagerly. Daddy's eyes were closed now and he was holding onto the towel rack for support.
"Drop to your knees, kitten. I want you to suck me off from a kneeling position."
"All right, daddy. Gee, it's so pretty and nice."
Janey dropped to her knees quickly and ran her tongue over the head of his prick.
"Oh, God," her father gasped. "That feels so damned good, kitten." He shot his prick further into her mouth, nearly gagging her, it went down her throat so far. She pulled away and got a breath of air and immediately took his prong between her lips again. "Oh," her father cried. "Wonderful, darling, wonderful. Can you suck it harder?"
She removed her lips. "Yes, daddy. I can suck your prick till you're ready to explode like a bomb."
"Then suck it, kitten. I'm so hot. I'm burning up with passion."
Janey felt his cock swelling to much greater proportions. She knew suddenly that she could not suck him off, that he was growing too large for her. With a desperate little cry she yanked her lips from the hardened prick and looked up at his lust-filled eyes wildly. "Daddy," she moaned, "you are too big for me. I can't suck you off after all."
The look that passed over his face was a fearful one to her. "Oh yes, you can, kitten," he cried fiercely. "You're not going to set me up like this and then refuse to suck me off. I won't permit you to do this."
"I can't help it," she cried. "Your cock is too large for my mouth."
"You refuse to suck me off?" he thundered.
"I can't, daddy, I just can't," she wailed.
He threw her to the floor and fell on top of her. Holding her head in his powerful hands, he forced her to fellate him to a powerful release.
CASE HISTORY II
Jenny was a pretty girl of fourteen. Her parents were of the upper middle class, her father a dentist, her mother a do-gooder. Both of them were constantly involved with matters that took place outside of the home and neither seemed to pay much attention to Jenny's wants and needs other than the everyday ones. Jenny was often left to her own devices and when an imaginative young girl has that amount of "freedom," she is apt to come up with something interesting.
The "something interesting" was a great carnal fondness for her grandfather, a handsome man of fifty-five, who looked ten years younger because he had stayed in shape his entire life. There was not an ounce of surplus flesh on him. He could soundly whip most young men on a tennis court and had been known to shoot in the low seventies at golf. In his youth he had been a star football player, an excellent baseball pitcher, and a fine horseman, none of which activities he engaged in any more.
Jenny, as has been stated, was an imaginative young girl who knew what she wanted and how to obtain it. Apparently, she did. In the case of her grandfather (her mother's father-his name was Jerome Hartman), she positively knew what she wanted. She wanted him to get on top of her young body and fuck her until she went absolutely wild. The trouble was that her grandfather was not quite the sort of man who could be easily seduced by his own granddaughter. Jerome Hartman had always been quite a ladies' man, but topping his granddaughter was probably something he had not yet contemplated.
Jenny surmised this and sought for a way to get him interested in fucking her. Inasmuch as her parents were away from the house much of the time, it was a relatively simple matter to contrive to be alone with her grandfather because he lived next door. All she had to do was to go next door and enter the house, after discreetly knocking, of course. Her grandfather had told her she must always knock before entering. This had intrigued her no end and caused her to wonder what it was he did that called for a warning, for she was convinced that was what it was-a warning.
Why would a pretty, young girl want her grandfather to make love to her? A good question and one hard to answer. Possibly because she felt he was the only one in her family capable of love. It may have been that she was subconsciously striking back at her mother for not paying sufficient attention to her. What better way to even the score with one's mother than to seduce one's mother's father? What an accomplishment it would be. Perhaps this was the thought that ran through her subconscious often.
Who could say? Even Jenny did not know the answer. She knew, simply enough, that she had a very strong hankering to be topped by her grandfather, that fine-looking, white-haired man who was "all man and four-yards wide," as she had once described him.
It was summer. Her father was at the office, her mother was away from home doing something or other "for the community," and Jenny happened to see her grandfather in his rear yard wearing only shorts and shoes. His nicely tanned, powerful-looking body caused her pulse to race and she knew she was going to try to seduce him. The first thing she did was to take a shower quickly, dry her body and put on the sexiest article of clothing she owned-a white bikini. She studied herself in a full-length mirror for several minutes, decided she looked great, and went next door, pretending she did not see her grandfather standing in the rear yard. She walked over near him, stopped when he obviously saw her, and smiled seductively at him.
"Hello, grandfather," she said sweetly. "What are you doing?" Without waiting for his answer, she ran over to him and put her arms about his bare flesh and pressed her cheek against the hair of his chest. "Oh, that tickles, the hair, I mean. Gee, grandfather, you're so manly-looking. I'll bet all the girls were crazy about you." She pulled her face away from his chest and glanced up at him. God, he was young-looking. He looked younger than her father did, a lot younger. "I'll bet they still are," she added, her arms still wrapped about him tightly. She kissed his chin.
"My goodness," he said, seemingly astonished, "why all the affection?" Grandfather's expression was slightly strained. There was a look about him that told her he had just had a sex thought and felt guilty about it.
Jenny had smelled the odor of liquor on his breath and this thrilled her. Men were easily aroused when they had had a drink or two. She knew this, having heard her father tell her mother one time. "Why are you standing in the yard, grandfather?" she asked, still with her arms about him. "Let's go inside and you gimme a sip of your beer, huh?" She winked at him as she spoke.
"Haven't been drinking beer, Jenny," he said, "but you have a good idea there. It's hot enough for a beer or two. Whiskey makes me warmer than before I drink it."
"Makes you warmer ... how, grandfather?" she asked, a mischievous look in her dark eyes. She brushed her black hair away from her face so she could see his handsome face better.
He seemed ill at ease, not much, only slightly so. "You ask the strangest questions, Jenny. Makes me warmer is a simple statement. Whiskey makes me feel warm, too warm on a day like today."
"I'd like to have a beer with you, grandfather." Jenny knew, of course, that he knew her parents did not object to her drinking one beer as long as she did it in front of them and didn't do it in a car with a boy. Maybe they didn't really care if she drank beer in a car with a boy. They just said they did. She knew that what they said and what they meant were not necessarily the same thing. "Could I have a beer with you, grandfather? Huh, please?" Jenny pressed her body against him ever so carefully. It wouldn't do to frighten him off. She was elated and excited when he took a sudden deep breath and did not try to move away from her.
"Very well," he said, his voice sounding slightly odd. "Let's go in and have that beer. Be sure to tell your mother where you got it, though."
"Sure, grandfather. I'll tell her. Gee, I wouldn't want her to think I'd been out with a boy in a car ... doing naughty ... things." She squeezed his chest when she said the words "naughty things." She hoped he got the message and was almost certain that he had.
They entered his house and she noticed he took pains to leave the rear door open even though the air conditioning was turned on.
"Grandfather," she said, "close the door. You'll let your house get all ... hot and everything." God, how she liked to use words like "hot" to him. They made her become very moist in the crotch, a most pleasurable experience.
He sighed but went to the door and closed it. He then took two beers from the refrigerator and opened them, giving one to her. Sitting down across from him at the table, she took great care to let him see the outline (and more) of her titties. She did this by bending over a lot as if to examine her shoes. She knew he was catching glimpses of her exciting, young breasts-the expression on his handsome face told her this. She wondered if grandfather were growing ever so little in his pants. She fervently hoped so.
"Grandfather," she said after both had taken a sip of beer, "why haven't you ever got married again? Don't you like ... women?"
He smiled, revealing his almost perfect, white teeth. "Of course I like women, dear. Why shouldn't I?"
She grinned at him impishly. "I just wondered," she said. "I always thought ... men had to ... have a woman around. Isn't that true, grandfather?"
He frowned ever so slightly. "Women are very nice," was all he would say to this.
"But that's not what I meant, grandfather," she persisted, though carefully. "Isn't it true that men have to have a ... female?" She glanced at him quickly to discover his reaction of her use of "female" instead of "woman."
He shook his head without quite meeting her burning gaze. "No, it's not true that men have to have a ... woman. Women are very nice, but it is possible for a man to liveer-without one."
She became suddenly bolder. "But wouldn't it be nice if you had a female to ... go to bed with, grandfather?"
He broke into a self-conscious grin and his face reddened ever so little. "Now what kind of talk is that from a young girl, Jenny?"
"Kids talk more freely than they used to, grandfather. You know that."
He said nothing and did not look at her, but simply took a swallow of his beer. She knew she had to do something to arouse him, but what could she do short of dropping her shorts or pulling off the halter part of her bikini? She couldn't do things of this nature. Not until she knew for sure that he wanted to fuck her and was willing to get down to cases about it. She thought she could tell he was sexually aroused, but, dammit, he managed to cover up things so well that she was uncertain enough to cause her to hold back from making a really overt move. God, how she would have liked to blurt out something like: "Good God, grandfather, get with it and fuck me. Can't you see I've got hot pants for you. Don't you want to ram your pecker up my cunt?" How nice it would be to talk this way to him.
"Grandfather," she said carefully, "have you ever been to one of those topless restaurants?"
Now he stared her straight in the eye. "As a matter-of-fact, I have. Why do you ask, Jenny?" He lifted his beer to his lips while continuing to stare into her dark eyes.
"Then you won't mind if I remove this dumb halter," she said, keeping her face straight. She unhooked the thing and pulled it and placed it on the tabletop before he could say a word. She saw his handsome blue eyes dart to her titties and she knew a moment of sheer ecstasy when she saw the look of lust appear in them.
"Jenny," he said, getting up from the table, apparently so he could turn his back to her and thus avert seeing her flesh. "Hadn't you better put that thing back on?"
"It's so uncomfortable, grandfather. Besides, you just said you've been to topless restaurants so a girl's titties shouldn't bother you much."
"Jenny," he said, his voice thick. "I'm your grandfather."
Now was the time to lay it on the line and she knew it. "That's okay, grandfather. I don't mind if you see my titties. They won't bite you." She wondered if he would bite them, however. She wished he would. "Look right at them, grandfather, and you'll see they're just titties. Turn around. Come on," she coaxed, as if he were the child and she the adult.
He turned about and looked at her. "I'm going to ask you something, Jenny, so please answer me truthfully, as I know you will." He paused.
"Have you got hot pants?" His face reddened when he said the last two words.
There was not time like the present, she knew. "Yes, grandfather. I have hot pants. I'd like to ... do something."
"You caner-get in trouble, you knower-do you follow me, child?"
There was a fine opening at last. "I'll follow you anywhere, grandfather, even into your bed." She watched him carefully now, half in anticipation, half in fear.
"You'd like to go to bed with me?" he asked, his eyes very, very strange now.
"Yes, grandfather. I would. I'd like you to crawl on top of me and make a woman out of me. I'm tired of being just a girl."
He bit his lips. "But your mother ... your father..." He broke off, his face growing redder.
"They'll never know. I'll never tell anyone, grandfather. Take me to bed, please. I want you to do it to me so very bad."
"The world is getting crazier every minute," he muttered almost unintelligibly.
She understood his words. "Could be, grandfather, but think of how much you would enjoy getting your thing into my young-girl pussy. Doesn't just thinking about it turn you on?"
He rubbed the front of his shorts and half turned away from her again.
"You don't need to turn away when you rub your cock, grandfather, Let me see you rub it. I love your cock," she cried passionately, tossing caution to the winds. "Take it out and I'll kiss it."
He seemed to stagger as he walked around the table toward her. "You're a little devil," he muttered. "A young, little devil."
"Maybe I am," she said defensively. "But I know what I want and I've got the courage to try to get it." She stood up suddenly and before he could move away, grasped him around the middle with both her arms and rubbed her titties against the hair of his chest. She heard him sigh deeply and as she pressed her body tightly to his, felt the hardness of his cock. God, he must be big. It felt as though it was larger than the handle of a tennis racket. "Gee, grandfather," she murmured. "I can feel your prick against me. You have a big one, haven't you?"
He growled in her ear and the next thing she knew he had picked her up and was carrying her through the house as easily as if she had weighed only a few pounds. He was terribly strong, he was until now. Her heart was hammering and she thought she could feel his own doing the same thing. He kicked open a bedroom door with his foot, kicked it shut, carried her to the bed, dropped her on it and fell on top of her. She yanked down her shorts just in time to feel the rock-hard stab of his penis. The head of it struck her just above the cut, so she lifted her body as much as she could in order to receive his second battering. When he poked the second time, his cock drove into her all the way. Jenny gasped and cried out because it hurt her like hell, but, God, what a wonderful way to be hurt.
"Fuck me, grandfather," she murmured in his ear. "Fuck me good. I need to be fucked very much, honey."
"You little devil," he muttered. "You female Satan. You tricked me into laying you, didn't you?"
"Yes, grandfather. You see, I've dreamed about the day I could get you to fuck my cunt and that day has arrived. Fuck my cunt good, grandfather, and I promise you I'll give it to you any time you want it. I'd rather have you fuck me than anybody."
"You're a devil," he said, but he was pumping his cock into her furiously. "God, you're tight and nice ... oh, my God, but you are, child."
"Fuck my cunt, please," she moaned. "Fuck it good, grandfather."
"This is a terrible, terrible sin, what I'm doing," he murmured in her ear.
"Yes. It is a terrible sin, but don't stop. Let's enjoy the sin as much as we can before you blow and I blow and the sin comes to an end." She wasn't sure if he chuckled at this or not, but it sounded as if he had. "Fuck me, grandfather. Ram your prick in as far as you can get it. I love it. Boy, I'm hot."
"And I, too, am hot, child. Dear me, how wonderful this is. Imagine my own granddaughter seducing me. The world is crazy nowadays, very, very crazy."
"Don't talk, grandfather, if it's going to make you stop fucking me." He had stopped his movement momentarily while speaking to her.
He began to pump his cock into her again, going very deep and causing her to have weak spells many times. She loved the feeling his cock gave her. It was wonderful to get screwed, make no mistake about it, and it was wonderful many times over to get screwed by one's own handsome grandfather. She bet there weren't many girls in the world who had grandfathers as handsome and fuckable as hers. Most girls didn't even have handsome, fuckable fathers. Or brothers, or anyone else for that matter. Boy, she was one lucky girl having a handsome grandfather on top of her, pumping his swollen prick into her fuck-receptacle.
"Fuck me, grandpa," she said, one of the few times she had ever called him that. "Make me go off, please."
"Wiggle your ass a little, child. Help me."
"All right," she cried passionately. "I will ... you mean like this?" She placed her hands on his ass inside of his shorts and moved her hips about and up and down against his battering movement. They almost broke contact, but she pressed his ass down as hard as she could and contact was retained. God, grandfather had a hard ass, almost as hard as his cock. "Fuck me, honey," she cried, and stuck her tongue in his ear.
He shuddered and cried out in ecstasy, or at least it sounded as if he did. "You're a devil," he muttered again. "But a wonderful devil."
"Oh, grandpa," she cried passionately, "your cock is so long and hard. Make me come, honey, make your granddaughter come all over herself. God, I'm so hot. When you get through fucking me, grandfather, I'm going to suck your prick. Would you like your prick sucked, grandfather?" Saying this, she stuck her tongue in his ear again, making little in and out darting movements much in the manner he was using his prong lower down.
"Oh, you tight little minx," he sobbed. "I've never had it in such a tight, little cunt. It's so snug and wet and nice, I swear I could eat it, honey."
"When we ... get through ... ohhh ... fucking, grandpa ... you can eat me and I'll drink down your jism."
"You hot little bitch," he cried wildly. "You're driving me crazy."
"I want you to be crazy, grandfather. I want you to like fucking me so much you'll want to do it every day from now on. I get hot pants for you every day, honest."
He increased the speed of his fucking and she cried out with joy and shuddered even as he did. She felt him squirting his hot goo into her young-girl cunt and this nearly drove her wild. "Keep it going, grandpa," she begged. "Oh, my God, keep it going, grandpa," she begged. "Oh, my God, keep it going ... because I'm ... coming ... oh God ... I'm coming ... grandfather ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh, my God. . . ! "
She stopped pumping at his loins, but he kept right on with his fast, furious movement, his cock going deeply into her cunt and touching her sensitive area time after time. She blew off again and again and when his sweat rolled off him and mingled with hers it made her even hotter. She must have conveyed some of this heat to him because he started squirting his goo into her box all over again and this time he literally filled her cunt with the thick gray milk.
"Oh ... dear child ... I have to stop now," he sobbed. "I have given you all I've got."
"Grandfather," she cried passionately, "you're such a good fucker, I just love you to pieces."
He got off her and pulled up his shorts. "My God, child, what a hot little girl you are. You're as hot as your grandmother was." When he said these last words his face got even redder. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to say that."
Jenny, paying no attention to his remark, got to her feet and pulled on her shorts. Her titties bobbing about, she looked around the room for her halter, found it and put it on. "I was going to suck you off, grandfather," she told him. "But you seem kind of tired. I'll come back tonight if mom and dad aren't home. They probably won't be. See you later, grandfather."
He said nothing, but simply looked at her and breathed hard.
Jenny ran out of the house and across the rear yard to her parents' home. She entered the house and went directly to the bathroom.
She had been correct in saying her parents would not be home that evening. They were home for dinner, but by dark both of them had gone away, separately, telling her they would not be back until late. Jenny smiled at them, told them it was okay, she'd just watch television and then go to bed. They left and she waited for thirty minutes before leaving the house and going over to her grandfather's place. She rapped on the back door, entered the kitchen without waiting for him to admit her, and headed for the front room. She found him in front of the TV. He glanced up when she entered the room and she saw his face redden slightly. This delighted her. It gave her a certain kind of power over him, which she enjoyed having.
"Hello, grandfather. Are you rested?" She didn't waste any time on unnecessary preliminaries.
He smiled oddly. "Yes, I'm rested, but don't start that-er-sex thing again. I can't stand feeling the guilt that I've been experiencing. It's terrible."
"You mustn't feel guilty, grandfather. You didn't do anything bad, just fucked your own granddaughter. I'm your granddaughter and I didn't mind-why should you?"
"Because I'm old enough to know better," he complained.
She pretended to pout. "You're saying I'm not old enough to know better, aren't you?"
"Oh, no," he exclaimed hastily. "Nothing of the sort. You strike me now as being a ... very old young girl, if that makes any sense." He patted his white hair and looked at her in the oddest way imaginable. "What I mean to say is, you're much older in your actions, my dear, then er-many grown women are."
She went close to him, leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Would you let me suck you off, grandfather, please?" She darted her tongue in his ear quickly and stepped back so he could see the rise and fall of her bosom, much of which she was faking to produce a better effect on him.
His eyes seemed glazed. "Dear child," he said, almost meaning the words, "whatever has come over you? Don't you know that it's a ... sin ... to talk that way?"
"Sure I know it's a sin. That's what makes it so great, grandfather."
He blinked and looked at her, his handsome blue eyes filling with lust. "Don't know what to do about it dear. You have a ... certain effect on me that I find ... exhilarating but horrible."
"What's so horrible about getting your cock sucked? If I was a man I'd love it."
Jerome looked absolutely flabbergasted. "I'm your grandfather," he managed to say. "Grandfathers are not supposed to be lusting after their granddaughters."
"Who said so?" she wanted to know, cocking her pretty head to one side.
"I don't know, dear child. I can't answer some of your questions."
"Don't try. Just take your cock out of your pants and let me fool around with it. Is it hard yet, grandfather? Tell me." She leaned over him and kissed his nose wetly. "Oh, I love you to pieces," she added, not waiting for his answer. "You make me so darned hot, grandfather."
He gave her a quick glance. "I do?" he asked. "Why on earth are you so ... hot for me, an old man? I should think you'd want-er-a young boy."
"Young boys are so dumb, grandfather," she said, not explaining her real reason for preferring him to young boys. Young boys, if you gave in to them, held a certain power over you. They could tell on you, which you didn't want to happen. Thus, came their power over you. A grandfather could not-or, indeed, would not dare-tell on you, but you could always leave the thought in his mind that you might tell on him. This gave you a certain power over him, which power you could use in various ways, not all of which Jenny had figured out as yet, but knew she would eventually.
"Why don't you sit down and watch television with me, dear?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"I didn't come here to watch television, grandfather. I came here to suck your cock."
"But, dear," he sighed, "I feel so ... foolish allowing my own granddaughter toer-do such a thing. Even thinking about it makes me cringe."
"Cringe all you like, grandfather, but while you're cringing, let me be sucking your erection.
God, I'm hot to suck a cock. I want it so bad I'm ready to raise hell about it if I don't get it."
He raised his white brow. "Really, my dear? Are you that serious about ... it?"
"I am, grandfather. I want very badly to take your cock in my mouth and suck the juice out of you."
He blinked his eyes and sighed audibly. "Dear me, what a hot young lady you are. I swear, I've never been talked to like this before, not ever."
She laughed shortly. "Have you ever had your cock sucked, grandfather?"
"N-No," he said quickly. "No, I never have."
"Then it's time you have, grandfather. Take it out of your pants."
"I'm afraid someone might ... see you, dear," he protested.
"The shades are all drawn, grandfather. No one can see into the house. I locked the rear door when I came in and I know you always keep the front door locked at night. So ... what's to be afraid of." Jenny dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms about his leg, looking at him as if she were begging for the honor of sucking him off. Jenny was a consummate actress and she knew it would work. It did. The look she saw spring into his blue eyes was one of the wildest types of lust.
"My dear child," he moaned. "You're torturing me. See ... my penis is as hard as can be. Feel of it, dear." He spread his legs to allow her to feel his cock through the cloth of his trousers.
She did so, thrilling to the touch of the long, hard tube. "Oh, grandfather," she sighed, "may I suck it now ... please?" Her eyes begged him eloquently-she knew they did.
"I suppose so, child, since you are so insistent."
She unzipped his fly quickly and snaked her hand into his pants. When she had encircled his swollen penis with her fingers, she felt her heart begin to pound. She had never sucked a cock before but had dreamed of doing it countless times. God, how wonderful it would be to actually have an adult cock in her mouth. How marvelous to make grandfather hot by sucking his penis. How terrific to have him gasp and blow off in her, his body shuddering each time he ejaculated. How nice it all was.
"Grandfather," she said unsteadily, "don't go off too quickly now, will you? Let me enjoy the sucking as long as you can."
"Yes yes, my dear child," he cried out. "Get on with it. You are driving me half mad with desire."
She had his cock out of his pants now, and lowering her head, kissed the head of it and felt him jump and shudder at the same time. "Wonderful," she cried thickly, her lips enveloping his swollen rod, "Love it, love it." She went down all the way this time until his cock was all the way into her throat and threatening to shut off her supply of wind. She pulled back and when she did he cried out passionately.
She was on her knees, her haunches really, between his widely spread legs and now she removed her lips from his prick and looked up at him in her best little girl fashion. "You like this, grandfather?" she asked, making her voice sound like an eight-year-old's.
"Yes, yes, dear. Oh, my God, what am I doing?"
She glanced hard at his face, knowing his remark in question form was only pretense. He knew damned well what he was doing, what was happening-he was getting his cock sucked. "Enjoy yourself, grandfather," she cooed, and placed her lips about his cock again, going all the way down on the throbbing organ. The old gentleman moved about in his chair and sighed and shivered alternately as she licked the head of his penis, striving constantly to please him because pleasing him meant she had even more power over him-he would not be able to resist giving in to her in the future, whether it be sex or ... anything else, including perhaps something as nice as a new car, when she was old enough to have a driver's license. Gee, she hadn't thought of that possibility before. Now she tried to put such thoughts out of her mind and concentrate on making him blow.
She did exactly that.
She sucked him as if she had been doing it all her life.
He grunted and groaned and patted her head and fiercely pulled her hair.
His eyes rolled about in his head as his passion increased.
His breathing became fast and hoarse.
"Blow 'em off, grandpa," she urged thickly. "Blow into my mouth, honey grandpa."
It was obvious that the old gentleman could not long endure this sort of treatment, for he stiffened his body shortly and lifted his loins and let fly down her throat all the jism he could ejaculate. Jenny swallowed it down fast, loving the taste of it and continuing to suck and pretend to swallow long after her grandfather had ceased to flow.
She stopped then and looked up at him. "There now, grandfather," she cried softly, "wasn't getting sucked off by your granddaughter wonderful?"
The old gentleman did not reply. He simply sat there, his head bowed low on his chest.