Chapter 4
Dan Wainright had been a little edgy when he came down for breakfast the next morning and found his teenaged stepdaughter in the kitchen already preparing it. While it was true that a hard prick had no conscience, it was equally true that once it was limp a man could have certain misgivings. And if cute Bobo ever took it into her head to tattle at school what had happened last night, he could find himself in the soup for fair. So he was mightily relieved when she turned to him and, although blushing, huskily wished him a good morning and asked if he would like his eggs once over lightly as usual.
As she bent to serve him his breakfast, he couldn't help noticing the way her titties shoved out against her pretty pink cotton blouse, its short sleeves exposing the creamy curves of her beautifully sculptured arms. And the trim green cotton skirt descending just about at her dimpled knees shaped out that twitchy, wriggly butt of hers and those nice long ripening thighs in the most mouthwatering way imaginable. She wore yellow anklet socks and her loafers, and she was obviously all ready for school, her dark-brown hair neatly combed and tumbling in a gathered sheaf down to the middle of her smooth back.
"Don't you think you ought to start wearing stockings, honey?" he anxiously inquired.
"No reason," she nonchalantly shrugged. "It'd be a waste of money, Mr. W-I-I mean, D-Daddy."
"That's right now," he grinned lewdly, his face flushing hotly as he eyed her equally blushing face. "You and I, we got a little agreement between us, haven't we, Bobo?"
"Why-yes, s-sir."
"That's good. Just see you don't forget it. Well, if you don't mind the boys looking at your legs, I guess I shouldn't mind either." His face hardened suddenly. "Only don't let me ever catch you playing around with any of them, you hear? They could get you into real trouble, and once they start it, it'd be all over school and town, and you wouldn't be anything better than a cheap little whore. You remember that, Bobo. Now I'm going into town and get you something nice for supper, maybe another present. You do your sums and don't give the teacher no trouble, and I'll see you tonight."
"Yes, all-all right, D-Daddy." Every time she said that magical word which stirred a throbbing ache in the region of his crotch, she blushed prettily. By God, he felt like taking her out of school and keeping her in just bra and pants or maybe just her nightie around the house all day and night so she could be there for whenever he felt the itch, just as he did right now. But of course that wasn't possible. The school truant officer would be out in a jiffy if Bobo didn't show up two days running.
As he got into his old Ford sedan and drove into town a few minutes after she had left the house for school, he did some tall thinking. He knew damn well this wouldn't be a one-night stand. No man in his right mind with jism in his pecker could stand to be around the house very long with a sexy little bitch like Bobo without wanting to take her panties off and throw her down on the bed, spread her legs apart and shove his cock into that soft pink little pussy of hers. Only he was going to have to think things out so that she wouldn't ever dare blab what was going on. For that, he needed old Ben Gorton's advice, because Ben was a pussy hound just the way he was.
The Sheriff was seated at his desk going through a sheaf of papers when Dan Wainright walked in, pulled up a chair, offered his hunting and fishing buddy a good cigar, lit one himself and then leaned back, eager to hear the latest news. "Well now, Ben, world treating you all right?"
"Better than that, Dan boy." Ben Gorton winked meaningfully. "Had me a hot time downstairs last night. Tall, sassy red-haired runaway named Elora, seventeen and stacked. But I got her all fixed up now. She's starting work right now over at Ed Buxley's store, and I found her a room with Widow Jones for eight bucks a week, keep and all the vittles she can put into her cute tummy. 'Sides which, when she needs gentling, I'll know where to find her. Say, Dan, you ought to get yourself a piece for regular bedding, I'm thinking. Ever since you lost poor Mavis, you've been looking mighty deprived and forlorn."
"I suppose so. But having a girl that's too young isn't such a smart idea either. Can't they get you on rape or delinquency charges?" Dan Wainright wanted to know.
"If they catch you and somebody shoots off his big mouth, I suppose so, sure. Only you don't want to get caught and there's no reason to, neither you nor me. Of course, being sheriff here, I got some fringe benefits, like you might say. Now like Elora isn't going to tell anybody what went on last night down in the basement. I tanned her hide a little and she lit up like a firecracker."
"She did?" Dan Wainright's eyes widened and he leaned forward to stare at the law officer.
"Sure, Dan boy. I declare, I thought you knew there's lots of fillies are scared to put out 'cause of the way they've been brung up. Once you tan their asses for them and show them who's boss, though, you'd be surprised how many of them really go for it. I mean like Elora. She couldn't wait to get fucked once she'd had her cute ass fantailed some. Fact is, she even wanted more so it would make her hot."
"Well, I declare, that does beat all," Dan Wainright mused aloud. He was thinking of Bobo. "But when you're messing with a young girl like that, Ben, isn't there a chance of getting her in trouble?"
"Not if you use a safe. Only me, I'm a firm believer in dipping the old wick into the candle wax so I can feel what's what. I told Elora this morning when I took her over to Ed's store that she'd better start using the pill. You know, the gal swallows a pill every day and she can't get into trouble, no matter how often you fuck her. You ought to look into that, boy."
After a few more lubricious sallies and reminiscences of their good time together, Dan Wainright bade his hunting and fishing companion a grateful goodbye, sauntered on down to the general store where there was a little pharmacy and drug section, and got himself a couple of months' supply of the pill. While he was at it, he looked around and spied the tall redhead Sheriff Gorton had talked about, and his prick hardened even more.
Old Ben was just a lucky son of a bitch, that was what he was, being able to fuck a tall slinky red-haired bitch like that whenever he felt like it with no danger at all, just a part of his regular job. Well, he'd have a little chat with Bobo tonight and tell her all about the pill. And he wasn't forgetting what old Ben had said about some girls liking to be made to do it, so they'd feel that it wasn't their doing and they had to give or else. If it would make Bobo any hornier, if it would make her sweet little tight pussy feel any better to his cock than it had last night, he'd try anything and stick to it.
The dishes had been washed and Dan Wainright himself, in an expansive mood, had dried them. At the table, he had laid down a wrapped box of candy which he'd picked up at the general store and also a pair of dark-brown panty hose the size he figured to be just right for his stepdaughter. She had blushed and thanked him, opened up the panty hose, blushed even more hotly than ever, and then had been rather quiet during the rest of the meal. He glanced at her demure face now as she soaped one of the supper dishes and carefully handed it to him: "I see you're being a mite more careful with the dishes, honey. Can't say as I blame you. We don't want to take the strap to that sweet little hind end of yours again, do we."
"N-no, D-Daddy."
"You saw that little bottle I had wrapped up with your candy, didn't you, Bobo."
"Oh yes!"
"I'll finish the dishes. You go take a couple of those pills right now, and then go get washed up and get to bed."
"You mean-oh gosh, please not again, Mr. Wainright-I mean-D-Daddy, don't do that again to me, it's not right!" All of a sudden she had turned to face him, twisting her hands together in front of her, her eyes wide and tear misted, her lips trembling, rich color suffusing her milky cheeks. Damned if she wasn't the most tantalizing filly he'd ever seen, so sexy and so young, and already able to make a man get a hard-on in less time than it took to spell his name!
"Now, Bobo, you do like I told you. I told you we'd get along just fine if you minded what I said, and I meant it. You go up to your room now and you take those pills and then you wash good and put on a cute nightie. You hear me?"
She bit her lips, then nodded, abruptly turned and ran from the kitchen. He could hear a muffled sob as the door swung behind her. He grinned to himself, slyly put his hand down to the crotch of his pants and rubbed his hardening prick with anticipation.
Since it was Friday night, he knew that she could stay up late and not have to go to school the next day. Purposely he had dawdled over the weekly newspaper, reading the editorials and the marketing reports, then watched television till about ten. At last, going to his bathroom and stripping down to his longjohns, he splashed water into a bowl and washed his face, then dabbed some shaving lotion on the back of his neck and against the armpits of his underwear. This done, he unbuttoned the "trapdoor" on the longjohns, his prick at once thrusting out, taut with dark, swollen, crawling veins. He'd been thinking about the various ways of screwing Bobo, and this time he was going to feel his bare-naked cock deep down inside her tight little pussy, or know the reason why.
Slowly he moved along the hallway, till he reached her room. Then he scowled. Her light was out, as he could tell from looking under the crack at the door. Why, the ornery little bitch, trying to put him down this way, after the ring he'd bought her and getting her the pill and all! Tightening his lips, he moved to his dead wife's room and picked up a black wooden old-fashioned hairbrush from the dresser, clenched it tightly in his right fist and glared at it as he went back to his stepdaughter's room.
When he opened the door, it was just as he had figured. The room was dark and he could hear Barbara's regular breathing. He reached for the light switch and flicked it on. She lay with her back to him, the covers and sheets drawn up around her neck. But that juicy ass of hers was outlined by the clinging bedclothes, and he grinned wickedly as he tiptoed up to the bed, drew back his right hand and applied a sonorous Whack! with the flat back of the hairbrush against the most prominent curve of that proffered posterior.
"Eeoww!" Barbara yelled, swiftly awakening and rolling over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows and blinking her eyes as she stared at him. "Oh my gosh, I-I was asleep-"
"I can see that for myself, Bobo. Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Did you take a shower and all and take the pills?"
"N-no, I-I didn't, Mr. W-Wainright-I-I've been thinking it over-"
"And?" he ominously pursued, his eyes beady and narrowed with lustful anger.
"It-it's not right, it's not right at all and you know it isn't, Mr. W-Wainright. I mean, Mama was your wife and all, but I'm only fifteen and if I was to tell anybody at school, they might put me in jail and you too, you know they would."
"So you been thinking this all out, have you? Well, let me tell you something, Bobo. Old Sheriff Gorton, he's my best buddy and if anybody would put anybody in jail, it would be him, savvy?
"Anyhow," he swiftly and improvised, "I told him about us, and he said it was okay so long as I didn't get you into trouble. That's the long and short of it. Now peel those covers off and let's see if you're ready. Wait now, you go take two pills right off, quick, before you do anything else. Mind now, or I'll use this on your butt!" He waved the hairbrush menacingly.
Barbara gulped and turned a flaming red, but saw there was no help for it. Hesitantly, she flung back the sheets and covers, and scrambled out of bed to go to the bathroom, Dan Wainright following on her heels. She had on a yellow cotton nightie cut all the way down to her ankles, even with long sleeves to her wrists. It was as if she were purposely defying him. He glanced at the hairbrush in his hand and grinned to himself.
Her glossy dark-brown hair tumbled down to the middle of her back, lustrous and shining, for she had combed and brushed it thoroughly before going to sleep. She opened the medicine cabinet, took out the bottle he had given her, glanced fearfully at him, and then swallowed two of the pills.
"That's more like it. Now get over to the bed and peel that nightie right off. You see what I got for you, honey?" He gestured to his taut, savagely swollen prick.
"Please don't-it's not right-I know I'm not kin, but it's still not right. My gosh, Mr. W-Wainright, I-I'm only fifteen and-"
"Hell, some of the mountain girls get married when they're twelve," he thundered. "I can see you're just itching for another spanking. Well, young lady, you're going to get it. Maybe I was too easy on you last night. Get that nightie off right now!"
Tears welling to her eyes, Barbara stooped and dragged the nightgown slowly off her body, let it fall to the floor of the bathroom. He licked his lips as all her creamy young treasures came into view, the deliciously dark-fleeced apex between her white quivering thighs making all the rest of her that much more delectably satiny and exciting. Her titties had begun to rise and fall with erratic rhythm, and he knew that she was scared to hell and gone of him-that was exactly as it should be.
"So," he shook his left forefinger at her, adopting the role of stem father, "you still keep calling me Mr. Wainright instead of Daddy. Here I was nice to you on your birthday and I warned you that I wanted things done my way. You're my girl now, don't forget it, and when you're naughty you're going to get punished. You be good, and I won't have to swat your cute butt. Now come along with me and get your spanking."
"Oh no-oh please, that's not fair-you're awful, you're mean-oww!" She had started to protest sobbingly, and in his lecherous exasperation, Dan Wainright had reached out and cuffed her on the cheek. Putting a hand to the crimsoned place, she stared woefully at him, and then bowing her head, moved slowly and reluctantly toward the bed with him following right beside her.
His prick was so achingly swollen that he knew he didn't have time to give her the thorough whaling she needed. So, posing his left foot on the bed, he gripped her left wrist with his left hand and forced her to bend down over his knee. Then, raising the hairbrush, he applied four or five quick spanks at random over her creamy bottom. Barbara squealed, sobbed, began to dance and to twist her face back to him imploringly. "Ouch-oh please don't-you know it's not right-oh why do you make me hate you like this? Why can't you be nice the way you were when you married Mama -oww, that hurts!"
The jiggling of her round sweet creamy titties as she tried to squirm away from the barrage of hairbrush spanks further added to his rutting excitement. He thought to himself that if he had a movie camera, he could make a small fortune taking stag movies of this cute little bitch with her sulky, saucy face, that long hair dancing against her back and shoulders, those ripe firm satiny boobies of hers and of course that luscious white, wiggling ass.
"I'm going to teach you once and for all to do what I tell you to, Bobo," he harangued the sobbing teenager. He tugged her wrist down to make her bend even further over his upraised knee, applying another quick series of stinging, noisy swats all over the lower curves of both squirming bottom-cheeks.
"Eee! Oh please don't-don't spank so hard-oh it hurts, it's so sore there from last night-oh please, D-Daddy, I'm sorry-I didn't mean to make you mad-oww-please stop, please!" she tearfully, contritely implored, again turning her tearstained, contorted face back to him. He was almost ready to burst. Never before had he been so conscious that the exquisite face of a pretty young girl undergoing corporal punishment could be so lust-arousing. It was even better almost than fucking...but of course, not quite!
"Well, then, are you ready to do what I want or do you want some more of this hairbrush, Bobo?" His voice was thick and shuddering as he lifted the brush high enough for her to see as she looked back imploringly at him.
"Oh no, oh don't I-I'll do anything, anything you want, only please-please be nice and don't h-hurt me-oh gosh, aren't you going to-aren't you going to put something on your-you know-like you did last night?"
"Of course not, silly, that's why you took those pills. It's a lot better this way, honey. You'll see. Once you feel my bare-naked cock inside that tight little squirmy pussy of yours, you're going to forget all about being huffy and not letting me go to bed with you the way I want. All right now, you get right into bed and get on your knees and bend her head down to the bed and get ready for me. I'm going to try to poke you dog-fashion this time. Your Mama sort of liked that every once in a while," he lewdly chuckled.
Barbara's face was scarlet with shame now as well as from the exertions of trying to avoid the brief but hotly stinging spanking which had left her creamy buttocks a bright crimson. Energetically rubbing her seat, she crawled onto the bed and slowly got onto all fours, bowing her head down, her hair tumbling in a lustrous swathe over one dimpled, quivering creamy shoulder, hiding one side of her face.
He clambered onto the bed behind her, laying the hairbrush down in case it was needed again. His eyes fixed on the gaping pink cuntal lips which her lubricious, humble pose proffered to him, and the thick dark-brown curls which framed that soft, palpitating orifice on either side and made it seem all the more lubricious and inviting to the savagely swollen instrument he had ready for her.
Barbara had clenched her fists and was pressing her forehead down tightly against the bed, her thighs and knees shaking beneath her as she prepared herself for the onslaught. His hands roamed over her lower back, then her hips, then caressed her smarting bottom-cheeks, and she squealed and sobbed a little, glancing nervously back at him. His face was very red and he was scowling, and she could see the immense bulb-like head of his throbbing prick inches away from her spanked bottom.
"So now, my spanked little girl has learned her lesson, hm?" he crooned as he reached for her dangling, ripening round creamy titties with his pudgy fingers and slowly and luxuriously fondled and squeezed them while she gasped and squirmed. He could feel the hot satiny globes of her bottom squirm and rub against his hairy belly through the longjohns, and he vowed that the next time both of them would be bare-ass naked for fucking. Even so, this felt even more delicious than last night.
"Y-yes, D-Daddy," Barbara breathed in a resigned, feverish tone of voice as she closed her eyes and tensed herself.
He drew his right hand to grip his prick with thumb and forefinger at the scrotum to steer and direct it towards the gaping pink cuntal crevice which she offered so submissively now. Her buttocks contracted and spasmed, weaving and squirming, not only from the understandable apprehension of what awaited her, but also from the hot discomfort left by the hairbrush.
With a groan of pleasure, he pressed himself forward until he could feel the tip of his taut prickhead rub against the rims of her cuntal lips, and slyly and slowly made the circle, holding his prick and moving it about like a signaling semaphore as Barbara squirmed and gasped, the tickling friction of this salacious preliminary beginning even against her will to waken curiously powerful and new sensations deep within her as yet only partly tutored young body.
Then, out of lascivious curiosity and also gloating triumph, Dan Wainright released his prick and edged his right forefinger against the soft twitching petals of his stepdaughter's cunt. His eyes widened to find them moist and palpitating, vibrating as if just awakened from girlish, innocent torpor. A crafty grin warped his fat, florid face. So old Ben was right, after all! Well, wasn't that something! Here this little bitch was carrying on fit to be tied about its not being right to fuck her own step-daddy, and here she was juicing up her pussy as if she .couldn't get enough of cock. Well, he was going to oblige the little lady starting with right now!
Taking hold of his prick at the base again, he steered it up against the open pink cleft, pressed forward just a little, his left hand continuing to knead and massage and squeeze one of her panting creamy firm satiny titties. Barbara stiffened herself, tried to dig her knees down and plant herself solidly to withstand him. The tickling between her legs persisted, and it was blended with the prickling heat of the quick but stinging hairbrush spanking. Tears ran slowly down her flushed cheeks as she waited almost impatiently for him to start and get it over with. At least it didn't hurt as much as that darned old hairbrush.
"Now, Bobo, I want you to ask your old Daddy Dan to fuck your pussy good with his big prick. Say it, honey," he hoarsely urged as he prodded her tender crevice again, holding back from actual entry with a tremendous effort.
"Oh don't make me s-say such an awful thing, please, D-Daddy Dan!" she quavered.
He picked up the hairbrush, gave her two stinging loud cracks against the top of her right hip. "Say it!" he angrily urged.
"Oww! Eeeeek! I will, I will, oh please, no more sp-spanking, please! I-I-oh please, D-Daddy D-Dan-I-I want you please to f-f-fuck my-my p-pussy good and h-hard with your great-great-great big p-p-prick!" she sobbingly called out, wriggling her bottom back and forth and shifting on her bare knees as she glanced back at him in tearful supplication.
"I'll be glad to, Bobo honey," he grinned triumphantly. Dropping the hairbrush to the bed, he reached for both her titties now with his hands and squeezed the luscious handfuls. Then, arching himself, he pressed the bulbous glans of his aching prick between the opened vulva lips and advanced himself till half his prick distended and was absorbed by the tightening, clenching walls of her humid, narrow young cuntal sheath.
"Oohhh-oh Lordie-ooouuu, D-Daddy, please
Make it easy, it's still awful sensitive there, please!" she tearfully complained, lifting her contorted face up, her eyes fixed on the dingily plastered wall ahead of her.
With a grunt of delight, Dan Wainright forced himself forward till his balls banged against the lower curves of her squirming naked bottom, feeling the exquisite friction of this penetration which rasped against the grudgingly yielding walls of her tight young cunt. Barbara moaned and squirmed, once again burying her forehead against the rumpled sheets, clenching her fists till her knuckles whitened, bending her knees slightly as she arched herself up to him to prove her complete submission. But the intense tingling sensation which first the spanking and then his finger-feeling of her cuntal lips had evoked now intensified, and she began to shiver with an innate voluptuousness which of course she did not yet recognize for what it was. Spots seemed to dance before her tear-blurred eyes, her knees wavered, the muscles of her thighs flexed and relaxed, as she felt her buttocks rub against the scratchy material of his tightfitting longjohns.
As for Dan Wainright, he was in a seventh heaven. From now on, he was going to control Bobo with plenty of fucking, and plenty of spanking, because he had just learned from his old friend Ben Gorton that the two went hand in hand to make a gal nicely hot to fuck and properly respectful of her elders. The only trouble was, having his bare hot swollen prick clamped in Bobo's tight sweet moist little pussy was going to make him juice her up faster than he'd counted on. Maybe, till he got the hang of fucking such a young hot little piece, he'd better pace himself better or even wear the rubber as he'd done last night. Damn if he wanted to, though, because there was just nothing in the world like feeling your prick cramming as far as it would go into a tight hot little box like Bobo's!
"Now isn't this a lot better than spanking, baby?" he panted as he slowly pulled out, then sank himself to the balls again.
"Ohh-why-why-yes, D-Daddy Dan-oooh-but please-puhlease t-take it e-easy," she tremulously gasped again, glancing back with widened, tear-glazed eyes, her nostrils dilating and shrinking, her sweet red mouth twisted as she became aware of the blending of discomfort and latent delight inside her tenderest and most private parts.
"Did any of the boys talk to you at school today, honey?" he asked as he held himself immobile, hiked inside her quaking cunthole, squeezing her titties and pinching her stiffening young nipples gently.
"Yes-D-Daddy-but I told them I didn't care about b-boys-"
"That's my good girl. You just keep it up like that, and we'll get along just fine, the two of us. I don't rightly see why I have to think about marrying another woman, now that I've got my little girl to cook and service me like a real woman ought to do for her man. Now hold on tight, honey, I'm going to give you a real quick fucking now, because I'm getting wild to cum!" he warned.
Suiting the action to the word, Dan Wainright drew himself almost out of the young girl's cunt, excited by the squishy sounds of her now thoroughly moistened vaginal chasm as it yielded back the distending ramrod of his heavy prick. Thrusting home fiercely, he drew back again halfway, then shoved to the balls, then back, and again to the hilt. Barbara twisted and squirmed, her knees bending, moaning softly and rolling her eyes at the wall beyond which she could not see through her misty tears. Then she heard him bellow with delight, and instantly felt the hot splash of his cum deep inside the churning scabbard of her wakened young cunt. At almost the same moment, she felt an overpowering tidal wave catch her and hurtle her up onto a black, shadowy shore, and she sank down flat, sobbing as she felt him crush down over her, his belly flattening her stinging bottom, his hands squeezing her panting breasts as she lay trembling in her first orgasmic response to fucking.