Chapter 7
"Why can't Amy do it?"
"Because you're the oldest."
"What about the boys? They never have to do anything around here."
"They're boys, that's why. And when I tell you to do something, damn it, do it!"
Debby and Lauren were fighting again. Lauren was going to visit her sick sister in another state and was leaving Debby in charge of the house. The petite blonde was furious with her mother. Now she stamped her foot.
"I won't fix dinner," she said.
"Yes, you will," Lauren said, equally determined.
"And if I do it'll be because I want to, not because you're telling me to."
Lauren stifled a smile. "Just as long as you have dinner on the table for your father and sister and brothers, darling," she thrilled.
"Damn it, Mother, the boys get away with murder."
"When you have your own children, you can raise them your way."
Debby's eyes narrowed. "They're not really your kids, like Amy and me."
Lauren's eyes flashed. "They're as good as mine."
"Maybe you're in love with them. Maybe you're hot for their bods."
Lauren took a step toward the girl. "Why, you little. I ought to ... "
"Oh, Mother, I was just kidding."
Lauren glared at her. "I should hope so," she sniffed. "Now, be sure to follow the instructions I left for you. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and a tossed salad."
"How about pizza?"
"Don't be fresh. I'm leaving now. Remember, the boys will be home precisely at six and they'll be hungry. Your father will be a little later. I'll depend on you to be the happy homemaker while I'm away." Kissing her oldest daughter on the forehead, Lauren left the house.
Alone, Debby stuck her tongue out. The way that woman coddled the boys was enough to make a person puke.
She had no intention of fixing dinner. Deliberately tearing up her mother's list of instructions, she changed into a bikini, climbed onto her bike and rode to the beach.
Later that night Amy and the boys went to a movie. Debby assumed she and Paul would have a long, lazy session in bed, but when he surprised her by saying he needed a nap she went up to her room and watched television.
By eight o'clock she decided to confront him. Marching down the hall, she knocked on the door to his room. When there was no answer, she carefully opened it. He was sleeping. Disappointed, she closed the door and quietly returned to her room.
Was he angry at her about something? She and Lauren had been fighting a lot lately. Was her mother complaining about her to Paul and was he taking sides?
But he loves me, the teenager thought. I'm the one he loves to fuck, not her.
I won't think about it now, she thought. It's making my head ache.
When she wanted to relax, she showered and washed her hair. Now she went to the bathroom, stripped her clothes off and stepped into the shower.
She couldn't clear her mind of Paul and how moody he had been at dinner. She had to find out what was bothering him. If he was angry at her, she wanted to know.
Maybe it's because I didn't cook dinner like Mom wanted and because I left the dishes on the table. It's not fair for me to have to do all the shit work around here, but if dad's mad I'll do every damn dish in the house.
She was beginning to feel anxious. She realized how much she loved Paul, not just as a lover, but as a father.
After she dried off she towel-dried her hair and rubbed lotion onto her body. Back in her room, she slipped into a pair of shortie pajamas and stole down the hall to her parents' room.
When she peeked inside, she saw that Paul hadn't changed positions. Closing the door behind her, she moved toward the bed.
She gazed down at him. Do I love him like a man or like a father? she thought. She stared at him for several more moments and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Daddy," she whispered.
Paul's breathing was regular and he didn't stir. She thought it was strange that he'd undressed completely for a nap. Maybe he was sick.
She felt his forehead. It felt cool. Kicking her slippers off, she brought her legs up on the bed and carefully slipped them under the covers.
Paul was stretched out on his back. His cock lay across one thigh. It was limp. His ball-bag was limp too and almost fragile looking.
Debby's pussy moistened. She knew all how full his ball-bag became when he was excited and how thick and long his cock was when it was hard.
She studied his genitals carefully. She seldom had a chance to study then when they were flaccid. She always made his cock hard within minutes.
Why was he so quiet at dinner? she thought again. I've got to know. If he wakes up I'll ask him. He has to tell me. If he loves me, really loves me, he has to.
She snuggled closer to him then, pulling the covers up and lying on her side next to him. She dragged her fingernails over his belly and chest. He sighed softly when she touched his cock-bush.
She waited a moment and then very gently lifted his prick. Even limp it felt so good. She was fascinated with cocks. She thought she might be in love with her stepfather.
Her thoughts flowed, one into another. As she fantasized about someday marrying Paul, she began moving her tiny fist up and down his prick.
From time to time he sighed deeply, but he showed no sign of awakening. For a while his cock remained soft, but eventually it began to stir.
She wanted him to wake up. She wanted him to wake up and find her in his bed. Her hand became bolder. As his cock grew it began filling her hand, almost overflowing it.
The little blonde was getting very excited. Her golden-thatched pussy itched and her tits tingled. But still Paul slept.
"Dad?" she whispered.
"Uh?"
"Are you up?"
"Uh?"
Rolling over, he lay on his side facing her, still sound asleep.
Debby was determined to awaken him. Sliding down until her face was inches from his crotch, she flicked her tongue over his cockhead.
"Wake up, Dad," she whispered.
Paul snored.
She touched one finger to his balls and then to his jizz-slit. She kissed the tip and then took the head in her mouth.
His eyes opened. "How long have you been here?" he said.
She threw her arms around him. "About a half hour."
Scratching his chest, he glanced at his watch. "I was in a deep sleep."
She ran a series of kisses over his face. "I was sucking your cock," she said.
"Yeah, I can feel it."
"Are you mad at me?"
He hesitated. "Honey, we've got to talk."
"But are you mad?"
"No. I love you very much. Jesus, get your hand away from there!"
"No." She skinned his cock, crawled down between his legs and began licking his balls. "We'll talk later. I'm horny. Let's fuck."
"Hey ... Oh, shit, okay, let's fuck. But then we've got to get a few things straight."
They kissed. The teenaged girl's tongue slipped into his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily, chest heaving as he pulled her on top of him.
"I want you to obey your mother," he said, placing his hand on her tit.
"I love you," she giggled happily. "I've been so horny for you, Dad."
"That's what I want to talk to you about."
"Kiss me!" she hissed.
"You can't get too attached to me," he mumbled through her tongue.
If he knew mom was fucking both his sons he wouldn't say that, she thought.
"You don't have to say it," she said, fondling his cock. "I know you're married to my mother. You don't have to keep reminding me."
He groaned. After a moment he spoke. "I tried. God knows, I tried. Jesus, your skin's so soft. Just like velvet."
"Touch me there again. I love when you touch me there."
"God, I'm a shit."
She squeezed his balls. "Who's arguing?"
Climbing to her knees between his legs, the teenage sexpot pumped his prick. She gripped the root and then clamped her lips around the head.
"Good sucking," he said. "But I meant what I said. Don't forget I love your mother and she loves me. Don't get any crazy ideas."
"Delicious," she sighed. "Just delicious."
He held her head now and she drooled around his cock as she sucked it. He watched his prickshaft disappear inside her mouth and then watched it appear slick with her saliva.
"You drive me crazy," he said, lacing his fingers through her still-damp blonde hair.
"You drive me crazy too." She squeezed his nuts until he groaned.
"Suck it. Take it all the way."
His cock pulsated against the roof of her mouth. She sensed his excitement and knew he wouldn't last long.
She didn't mind. The thought of swallowing down his jism made her mouth water. Perspiration appeared on his forehead as he thrust his cock halfway down her throat.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth, sweetheart," he said.
"I'm going to stick my finger in your ass."
"Yeah, do that."
The pressure was building in his prick. He had tried avoiding his stepdaughter by going to sleep. He was becoming too attached to her and he knew it wasn't healthy.
I'll cool it, he told himself as he pushed more of his cock into her mouth. I'll find someone else to bring some variety to my life. Maybe Amy. Yeah, that's not a bad idea. She'd a doll too and looks like a hot one.
When Debby saw Paul smile, she swung her ass around. "Masturbate me," she said, spreading her legs wide.
He quickly thrust two fingers into her snatch and wiggled them around. "Hot damn," he snickered. "Juicy pussy."
Suddenly her mouth was filled with jism. He humped his ass, grunted as he came. More, more, she thought, gulping down his jizz. I just can't get enough of this stuff.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, throwing his legs out stiffly.
She continued sucking on his cock long after his balls were milked. When she reluctantly released it, he pulled her against him.
"Maybe you ought to get out of here now. The kids will be home soon."
"What? You want me to leave now?"
He yawned. "Yeah, we don't want the kids to find you in here."
"I'm not leaving," she said, clinging to him.
He patted her ass absently. "Well, don't make any noise."
"You haven't fucked me yet."
He cleared his throat. "I'm not one of those young studs who can keep getting it up. You shouldn't have brought me off."
She sighed deeply. "You can always eat me."
He fingered her pussy. "You want me to do that."
"No, I'll make your cock hard again."
Kneeling between his legs, she took his cock back into her mouth. She liked bringing him up again. She liked the feeling of power it gave her to make his cock good and stiff.
She dug her fingers into his balls and licked every inch of his prick. He lay still, eyes closed and head thrown back. Suddenly a smile broke out on his face.
"I think it's coming up."
She stopped sucking and pumped it. "I really want to get fucked, Dad."
She's just like her mother, Paul thought. They're all alike, these broads. Always looking to get fucked.
"Get over here and I'll fuck you," he said, climbing to his knees.
The teenager flopped onto her hands and knees. "Put it in doggy-style."
She heard him breathing hard and knew he was jacking off. After a while he slammed into her only to pull out again.
"I want your ass," he said, prying her asscheeks open
"Oooooh, yeahhhh!"
In a moment his cock was buried to the hilt inside her ass. He had no trouble entering her and since his cock was lubricated with her cunt-juice it didn't hurt much.
"Fuck me, Dad," she moaned, hugging a pillow.
"I'm fucking you on your mother's bed," he grunted, pulling out of her ass and thrusting into her cunt.
"You're double dipping me," she giggled.
"How's this?" He heaved into her shitter and without pausing pulled out and rammed into her cunt.
"I love it!" she squealed. "I love it!"
The pleasure was incredible. She slipped into one orgasm after the other. When exhaustion set in, he pulled out, his hard-on intact.
He stretched out on his back, his face turned away from the teenaged girl. She forced his arm around her and kissed him.
"You're still hard," she murmured.
"Yeah, I know it." He took his cock in his fist when she tried touching it.
"Why don't you let me do that?"
"It's not that I don't want you to."
"Daddy, are you feeling guilty?" Her hand was on his cock again, stroking and fondling and squeezing it lovingly.
"Yeah, a little."
She almost told him about Lauren and the boys, but some inner voice told her to keep her mother's secret. Instead she bent down and took his bloated cockhead into her mouth.
"Well, don't," she said, flicking her tongue rapidly around the flared rim under his cockknob.
"Oh, fuck, baby, that's good."
He pulled her over him, kissing her lips hungrily and squeezing her ass. She responded by straddling his thighs and rubbing up against his cock.
"Put it in," she whimpered.
He entered her quickly, pushing his big cock all the way into her tight cunt. Each thrust sent flames soaring through her entire being.
She came quickly. Still inside her, he rolled over and assumed the missionary position.
"Fuck that cock, baby," he chanted.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, baby. Your cunt is so nice and tight. Jesus, it's driving me crazy."
"Ummmmm, can we do it again tomorrow?"
"We'll see." But his resolve was gone. He knew he would fuck her at every opportunity while Lauren was away.
He thrust in and out with short jabbing strokes. Each stroke caused her cuntfolds to rub against her clit. She cried out with ecstasy each time another wondrous sensation surged through her.
"Fuck me!" she cried, totally out of control. "Keep fucking me."