Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: A father gets reacquainted with his estranged teen daughter|
The first thing I noticed was my daughter's rack.
I know it ain't right, but I'd always been a boob-man, and, even though she was more than a few months shy of seventeen, this girl was some kind of stacked. She yanked her old, beat up suitcase out from the luggage compartment under the bus and looked around. I pulled my eyes away from those sweet melons, tried to put on a friendly smile, and waved to get her attention.
I don't think she quite recognized her own dad. Least ways, she didn't smile back when she spotted me.
Lizzy and me hadn't seen each other for almost ten years, ever since her momma left me and took her away over across to Arkansas. Can't say as I blame her for leaving me--I weren't much of a husband to speak of. And there was that one time I hit her when I didn't mean to. I tended to have myself a few too many drinks back in those days.
"Hey, sweet pea," I said, trying to make it sound like I was glad to see her. "How about a hug for your old man?" I wrapped my arms around her, but she more or less just stood there and didn't hug back. She wasn't even pretending to be happy to see me. Least I got to feel those big, soft puppies pressing all up on my chest.
It weren't like I had anything against the kid, but I was comfortable with my life the way it was, and wasn't especially keen on the idea of being responsible for a teenager. The fucked up part was that her momma had to do sixty days in the county lockup out there for check fraud, so it was either ship her off to me for a month or have her stay with some messed up foster family--where she'd more than probably get molested or some shit. Not that I could blame anyone if they did. I was already having my share of bad ideas, and I was her own daddy, for cryin' out loud.
I threw Lizzy's suitcase in the back of the pick-up, and she didn't say a word to me the whole ride home. I tried a few times to make small talk, but she wasn't having none it. She watched out the side window most all of the way, so I wasn't able to get a good look at her face. I mean, I noticed she was overall real pretty at the bus station, but I was nervous enough about meeting her that I didn't catch much in the way of the details.
She did have brown hair, like her momma, and it hung down real straight, like maybe she used one of those hair irons on it or whatnot. Her butt seemed a bit flat, but maybe it was just the way them tight jeans pulled everything in all around those long, skinny legs of hers. Tall, too. A couple more inches and she'd be almost eye-to-eye to me. And that rack...I didn't even want to think about those bodacious babies.
It was hard to ignore the disgusted look on her face when we pulled up in front of my place. I admit that hurt my pride more than a mite. Sure it was a trailer, but it was on my own chunk of land, and I'd fixed it up tolerably well over the years. Hell, it was sure as shit nicer than the dump her momma probably had her in.
My blood cooled a bit once we got inside and I could tell she was surprised to see that it wasn't half as bad as she expected. I reminded myself to go easy on the kid. I had to figure this was screwing up her life as much as it was mine.
"I only got the one bedroom for me," I told her. "The sofa there pulls out into a bed, so that'll be for you." She nodded, still looking around and taking stock of the place. "I got that new when I found out you was coming. I also went ahead an' got that set of drawers there for your clothes and such."
"That's cool," she said without anything much like excitement in her voice. "Thanks." First words I had from her since when she was six.
"Yeah, it's just some cheap shit from the Walmart, but I guess it'll do alright."
"Can I put on the TV?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, just use the big remote there on the side table."
She plopped on the sofa, tuned in MTV and stared at the screen. I was able to get a good look at here then. She had on a lot of eye makeup, too much for her age I reckoned, but it looked good on her anyways. Might have been to cover up for the dark circles and puffiness all around. Looks like the kid had been doing her share of crying of late.
Her nose was small with that cute curve along the bridge that I remembered from when she was little. Her skin was smooth and clear over cheeks that were round but not chubby. Her top lip was a bit thin, but the bottom one was nice and plump. Just below, she had a little dimple at the end of her chin. She got that from me, the rest come from her momma.
"You hungry?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Nah." She looked over and gave me almost a half a smile. "I'm fine."
"Okay, then." I never felt so uncomfortable in my own place. "Well, I got some yard work to tend to, so the bathroom's right around through there, and there's drinks and stuff in the 'fridge if you want. Make yerself at home...holler if you need anything."
She nodded and went back to watching her program.
I got outside and just stood there for a time wondering what I'd got myself in for. All I could do was shake my head and look about for something that needed tending to.
* * * * *
Things didn't warm up any too well between us as the next few days went by. We passed words now and again, but it wasn't like we talked to each other as such. I even sat and watched a couple TV shows with her. Not exactly quality family time, but it felt like something to me. If I had to guess, I reckoned her momma filled her head with a lot of hateful ideas about me over the years. That, along with me not making any kind of real effort to keep in touch, or being able to do much in the way of child support, made it so as I couldn't hold it against Lizzy for not wanting to be more sociable toward me.
My real problem wasn't that. Having this hot little teenager running around my place was driving me to the living edge. I kept telling myself that this was my daughter--my own baby girl--but my dick didn't seem to be getting the message.
When she was in her pajamas at night, with no bra on, I could sometimes see those amazing titties of hers swaying around under there. And now that I'd seen her ass in a couple different outfits, I was able to tell that even though it was small, it was definitely firm and tight. And the things the sight of her tummy in one of them half-shirt deals girls wear these days made me want to do--well, it just wasn't decent what I wanted to do.
To make matters worse, I wasn't able to get any time alone with the TV. The only set I had was out in the front room where she was staying, and it was the only place I could watch my porn. Before she came to stay, I'd gathered up all my DVDs and stashed them in a shoe box under my bed, but I still needed some relief.
Every time I tried to jack off, I couldn't help thinking about Lizzy. I know how sick that is, but no matter how hard I tried to fantasize about Darla, or some other chick, my daughter somehow kept getting into my head.
I woke up one day and was just lying there thinking about nothing in particular. Then I heard the shower start up. I pictured Lizzy just on the other side of my bedroom wall getting all naked. My hand was on my stiff wood before I knew it. I pictured her soaping up those huge cans and rubbing herself all over. I blew my load in about eight seconds. I was a regular jerk off rodeo star that morning.
It's not like I would ever actually do anything for real. She's my flesh and blood for Christ's sake. But I figure there's no harm in doing stuff with her in my own head.
I heard the water stop and imagined she was drying herself off. I grabbed hold of my dick again. It was still hard, and slick with jizz. Yep...no harm at all...
* * * * *
I picked Darla up and we went out to The Embers Lounge over on route 71. It was Saturday night and I was ready to blow off some steam. There was a band playing, and these boys knew how to show a crowd a good time.
Darla was looking extra fine with her blond hair teased out nice and big, and this slinky new dress. The neck line dropped clear down between her knockers almost to her belly button. Like I said, I'm a boob man, and Darla had a blue ribbon set to outclass all others. I'm not too proud to admit she was hardly ever the prettiest gal at the party, but she had enough curves to more than make up for it. And she was in a great mood that night!
We had us a couple of drinks, did some dancing, had a few more, and danced some more. Darla was having a grand old time, laughing and spinning in her new dress so as it flew up near high enough for everyone to get a peek at her panties. She was always a fun gal, but it was obvious she was extra horny that night. I couldn't hardly wait for what she had in store for me later.
* * * * *
Darla leaned on me as I eased her out of the cab of my truck and toward the door to my place. I didn't quite recollect how we got there, but there we was. By the time we reached the steps I was carrying her more than she was walking. Damn, I'd never seen her get this drunk before.
It took me three tries to get the door open and keep Darla from falling to the ground at the same time. I dragged her inside, she giggled and slurred something, but the room was spinning and the both of us tumbled over. Luckily, she landed on the easy chair with me on top. She was singing "weeeee!' and giggling again. Her eyes were closed and I laughed at it all even though it wasn't all that funny.
I stood and tried to pull her out of the chair and get her to the bedroom, but she was all dead weight by that point and I couldn't budge her. That's when I noticed Lizzy sitting up on the pull-out bed. Shit, I'd all but totally forgotten she was staying with me.
"Sorry, sweet pea," I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up." I felt like a real heel. "We'll be outta your way 'n two shakes." I pulled on Darla's arms, trying to heave her up off the chair with no luck. She was out cold. "I'm in a bit of a pickle here, as maybe you can see," I hiccupped. "Mebbe you wouldn't mind lendin' me a li'l help?"
It was good that it was dark 'cause I don't think the look on my daughter's face would have made me feel any better about the situation. Lizzy got out of bed and took one of Darla's arms.
"On three," she said as if she had experience with this sort of thing. "One, two, three--"
Together we hauled Darla upright, and each tucked a shoulder under either arm. Supporting my dead drunk date between us, we stumbled our way down the narrow hallway to my bedroom. We had to turn so we could lay her down on her back, but the room did that annoying spinning thing again, and I went over too soon, dragging them other two down with me.
We all landed with a loud thump on the bed, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud again at how absurd the whole world was. When I looked over toward Lizzy my laughs faded. Her eyes were focused on something and she had a strange expression. The light of an almost full moon was shining directly through my window, so it was easy for me to see what she was looking at.
When we all fell on the bed, one of Darla's boobs, the one closest to me, had come out of her dress. It was just flopped out there plain as day. And Lizzy was fixed on it like a hound on a squirrel.
I felt a peculiar tingle run up my spine and I found I was holding my breath, not wanting to break the spell of whatever was happening. Lizzy come out of her little trance and she looked across at me. I didn't know what to do except look back at her.
I half expected her to slap me and run out of the room, but she didn't. She looked like she was about to say something, then her eyes flicked back to Darla's naked titty.
"She's very...pretty," Lizzy lied with a nervous whisper.
I don't know what made me do it, probably the booze, but I leaned in and kissed Darla's nipple. Lizzy's eyes went wide, and she pulled back some.
"She's very soft, too," I said, not knowing if this would give her the creeps or keep her interested. Lizzy swallowed hard, and even though she looked unsure, she stayed right where she was.
I closed my eyes, kissed Darla's nipple again, then sucked it up into my mouth. After a few seconds of sucking, I opened my eyes and saw that Lizzy was still watching. Something about this seemed like it must be wrong. Here I was sucking a passed out woman's titty right in front of my daughter. But it weren't like I was doing nothing to her. And I wasn't holding her back from leaving if she had a mind to. My polluted mind could find no harm in letting the girl see a little bit of what a man and a woman get up to when they're in the bedroom together.
I reached over and pushed the rest of Darla's dress aside. Her other big boob fell free. I kept sucking at the one while squeezing and feeling the other. My cock was good and hard in my pants, even after all the whiskey I drunk.
Lizzy kept watching what I was doing. It might have been a trick of the light, but I was darned sure I could see her nipples starting to poke up under her pajamas. My girl was really getting turned on seeing me messing around like I was.
"You can give it a feel if you want," I offered.
Lizzy looked up at Darla's face.
"Don't pay no worry to her," I said. "She'd let you if she was awake. It's okay."
I took my hand away, and went back to sucking and licking the titty on my side. Lizzy took pause, but after a few seconds she touched Darla's other nipple with just one of her fingers. She gave it a soft pinch, then cupped her whole hand over Darla's boob. Lizzy gave it a few squeezes. A slight smile came to her lips, but she quickly tried to hide it.
My daughter took her hand away, a guilty look crossing her face.
"Go ahead and give it a kiss, if you want," I said to encourage her, not wanting this strange set of circumstances to end. "She's real fond of gettin' her nips sucked on."
She just shook her head.
I kissed my way across Darla's chest to her other titty. I licked and sucked that nipple as Lizzy looked on from only about a foot away. God damn this was hot.
I leaned back and tried to focus on Lizzy's face.
"Her name's Darla," I said. "She and me've been going around with each other for a while now. We have a lot of fun together."
"That's cool," she said. Her voice was kinda raspy, and still a little nervous sounding. She reached over and gave Darla's bare titty another squeeze.
I moved my hand down and pulled up on Darla's dress some, showing off more of her thighs. Lizzy noticed, but didn't show any reaction.
"We come back here tonight to have us a bit of fun, but I forgot about you being here and all." I tugged the dress up some more until we could both see Darla's red panties.
"Oh...sorry." She sat up to go. "You probably want to be alone then."
"Hold on now," I said quickly before she could get any farther. "I didn't mean anything by that. That is to say, I didn't mean it to sound like I'm trying to get rid of you or nothing. It's just that a fella has needs, you know?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Only what comes natural for a man." I slid my hand along Darla's thigh up toward her panties. "I don't mind you staying, if you want, but I only need to be sure you know what might be happening here between me and her." I ran my fingers up under the edge of those red panties and felt the soft, curly hair underneath. "Do you?"
"I think so," Lizzy breathed. "I guess I could maybe stay, just for a little...if it's alright..."
"I don't see no harm in it." The room seemed to spin again, but this time it wasn't from the booze.
I stood up and worked Darla's panties down. She was lying on her back across the middle of my bed, with her knees at the edge and her lower legs hanging over so that her high heels just touched the floor. Lizzy was sitting up next to her watching as I struggled to shimmy Darla's panties out from under her butt. I soon enough got them free and drew them all the way down her legs, past her feet, and put them aside.
Lizzy was eyeing Darla's full patch of dark pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed around the edges, but she liked to keep it bushy and thick.
I pushed my lady friend's knees apart, revealing the long, lovely slit of her pussy. It was then that I realized I'd been so knotted up in thinking about my daughter, I hadn't stopped to wonder if I should be feeling accountable about taking advantage of Darla while she was out cold. Me and the whiskey decided we could wait till morning to worry on that.
I knelt down and moved my face right up close between her legs and breathed deep.
"Nothing better than the smell of a warm, wet pussy," I said. "Come see for yourself."
Lizzy hesitated, but she couldn't resist leaning over and taking a sniff. As she did, I was able to see for sure that my daughter's nipples were most assuredly hard under her PJs.
"You like that?"
"It's very strong," she answered. "But it's nice, I guess."
"I bet yours smells even better," I said before I could stop myself. Damn, I didn't want her thinking I had any ideas like that about her. "I mean, I bet your boyfriends like it pretty well."
"I don't have any boyfriends." Lizzy looked up at Darla's sleeping face once more. "At least none that I've ever done anything with."
"That's alright. Plenty of time ahead for you to be messin' with the boys. No reason to be in any kind of a hurry."
Before this became any more of a serious discussion, I pushed Darla's lips apart and gave her open slit a good, long lick. "If there's one thing I love, it's eating pussy." I ran my tongue up and down, then I poked it into her hole a few times. I moved up and sucked on her clitty. Even with her being passed out, the little bugger got stiff as I flicked it with my tongue.
As tasty and good as it was, it just wasn't the same. Half the fun is in making them squirm, and moan, and grab your head while you get them to scream. I opened my eyes and saw Lizzy watching the whole thing with a kind of shocked fascination.
"They taste even better than they smell," I said and winked.
She actually smiled at that. It felt like a real accomplishment. I returned to licking Darla's lovely pussy. As I did, Lizzy began fondling my passed out date's titties again. She wasn't as shy about it this go around. She squeezed and jiggled them. Pinched at the nipples, and even gave them a few little tugs. It was almost too much to take.
I stood, still somewhat unsteady, and unbuttoned my shirt.
"I'm going to take my pants off," I warned. "If it's all right by you..."
My daughter looked over at me, swallowed hard, and nodded. I pulled down my jeans and my skivvies together at the same time. My boner popped free and stood straight out. My sweet, sixteen-year-old girl stared at my naked cock. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I still couldn't quite exactly sort out what was so wrong about it. Lizzy was obviously curious, so what harm was there in letting her have an innocent peek into the world of growed-ups?
"Have you ever seen a fella's penis before?"
"Not in real life," she said quietly, never taking her eyes off my erection. "It's bigger than I thought it would be."
"Well, I ain't no John Holmes, but I'm proud of what God give me."
"I...I don't see how it could, you know, fit..."
"Watch and learn, sweet pea."
I positioned myself between Darla's legs. I licked my fingers and wet the tip of my cock. With a little difficulty, I poked around until I found her hole. I never realized how tricky it would be without the lady helping things along.
I pushed my hips forward and felt my hard cock glide into Darla's silky smooth pussy.
"There it is," I sighed.
"Oh, yeah, it's in." I pulled back, then thrust in all the way. "Take a gander if you want."
I began working myself in and out, nice and slow. Lizzy watched for a moment, then shifted so she could get a closer look.
"Wow," she muttered. "It's really going all the way in there."
"You like that?" I couldn't help myself. "Looks good, don't it?"
"I don't know," she said seeming kind of shy about it. "I guess."
"Ain't nothing can feel better'n having a wet pussy wrapped tight around your manhood." I'd have never talked like that in front of Lizzy if it wasn't for the drink. Something in my brain told me I ought not be speaking them dirty words to her, but hell, the girl was setting there looking at my dong banging in and out of my lady's snatch without so much as batting an eye. It finally felt like we was making some kind of connection with one another.
"Does it hurt?" Lizzy asked. "I mean for the girl, does it hurt when you put in her?"
"Naw, it feels real nice for her, too, providing the fella knows what he's doin' down there." I pulled my prick all the way out and let Lizzy get a look at it all covered in Darla's pussy juice. I reckon she liked the look of it, all shiny in the moonlight. "Of course, if you're a virgin it'll hurt some the very first time, but it's like pullin' off a Band-Aid. At some point you just gotta get it over with and let 'er rip."
Lizzy just nodded at that, and I slipped my dick back into Darla's honey hole. I found myself smiling. We was having out first real father-daughter talk together.
I rubbed good ol' Darla's naked thighs as I pumped her. She let out a little moan in her sleep, but didn't wake up. Even though she wasn't moving around, it still felt damn good inside there.
Lizzy reached up and recommenced to playing with my lady's bare titties again. She sure did like those things. Strange, I thought, since she had a nice pair of her own that she could feel up whenever she liked. My daughter shimmied up a ways and finally gave one of them big nipples a little kiss. This was followed by a lick. Next thing I know, my baby girl was sucking on Darla's teat like a hungry little pup.
"You look all kinds of sexy doin' like that," I said, trying not to sound like too much of a pervert.
"They're so soft," she said in a hushed voice, like she didn't want to wake up Darla.
"Yours look pretty soft, too."
"Yeah, but it's different for some reason."
She sucked a nipple back up between her lips. I couldn't help but fuck a bit faster on seeing that.
"I suppose it's like when I stroke my own peter. It feels good as it goes, but when it's someone else cranking my piece, it's near about ten times better."
After that we both stopped talking for a spell. Lizzy suckled and squeezed on Darla's hooters, while I continued working her cooch. I was trying to pace myself, but I could sense I weren't going to hold out much longer. My attention kept drifting to Lizzy's body. Every time she moved, I was hoping she'd take up her shirt, or maybe pull down her bottoms. I wasn't fixing on touching her or nothing, but it'd be nice to get a peek at those goodies she was packing.
"I'm about ready to go off," I warned her. I let loose and began pounding into Darla's motionless body, not holding anything back. Lizzy looked over and watched me run the final stretch. "Oh, oh, oh yeah!"
I pulled my prick out just in time. A big spurt of cum flew out of my piss hole and landed all the way up on Darla's new dress, which was now bunched up around her middle. Lizzy shrieked and backed away, shocked by the sight of me shooting off.
I grabbed my cock and gave it a few good jerks. That wild rush went all up through me, and I yanked out another three or four squirts of jizz that landed all in Darla's hairy bush. Damn, that felt good. Lizzy was giggling now, with her hand clapped over her mouth.
"What's so funny, girl?" I said, laughing along with her for no reason I understood.
"Something came out!"
"Sure enough, darlin'. When a fella gets to the finish, that's when he lets go a load of sperm. The boys are gonna want to shoot it up inside you, but don't you let 'em. That's how a girl gets herself pregnant, y'know."
"I know that, Daddy, I'm not totally dumb." She'd called me Daddy for the first time. "I just didn't know it happened like that. Look how far it went!" She touched the spot on Darla's dress where my spunk had landed.
I couldn't help imagining her licking up my cum off of Darla's puss. I tried to put the thought aside, but it stuck with me.
Lizzy was looking at my dick. It was shrinking fast, drooping lower and lower by the second.
"Are you all done?" she asked. I thought I could hear some disappointment in there.
"'Fraid so, sweet pea." I was suddenly feeling tired all over, and my eyelids were drooping to match my dick. "Could you help me get her up on the bed proper?"
We struggled to turn Darla's body so she was lying on the bed the right way. Last thing I remember was trying to sort out the tangle of blankets and whatnot, then after that it's all a blank.
When I woke up the next morning, me and Darla was both naked under the sheets. Her new black dress was on a hanger, looking like it had been cleaned. As I was wondering about that, my hand found its way down to my lady's bush. I expected it to be all crusty with my jizz from last night, but it seemed like it had been cleaned up also.
I fiddled with my balls some, and wondered what else that horny young'un had got up to after I passed out last night.
* * * * *
In the sober light of day I had this nagging feeling I'd done something I needed to feel guilty about. Lizzy was still asleep in the front room when me and Darla left. We stopped at the Waffle House and got us some eggs and coffee, then I rode her home. Neither of us both said anything much beyond small talk. I suspected her head was feeling about as busted as mine was. She give me a hug and a kiss when I dropped her off at her place, and told me she had a fun night. I don't reckon she had any idea what really went on.
Lizzy was awake by the time I got back to the homestead. We exchanged 'good mornings,' but after that I couldn't think of anything else to say. I swallowed a bunch of aspirin and went to lie down for a spell. I almost wondered if that all really happened last night, or if it was only in my drunken head.
Things between us were back to being uncomfortable like when she first got there. But, over the next couple days, we started talking here and there. I got her to laugh a couple times, and she called me Daddy once or twice more. That sounded real good to me.
The one thing that didn't get spoke about was what happened that night. Even so, both of us were thinking about it every time we was together--like it was this slippery thing just below the surface wanting to jump up out of hiding, but didn't dare. It was Lizzy who was the first to finally make some mention of it.
"Can I ask you about something?" she said when a commercial come on one night while we was watching one of those teenager reality shows she liked.
"Sure enough, sweet pea."
"It's kind of embarrassing, but it's something I'm scared about."
"There's nothing you need to be embarrassed for between you and me."
"It's sort of about something you said the other night...you know...that night."
"I don't rightly remember everything I said, but I do know it was a good night."
She was blushing at the cheeks, and looked unsure about going ahead with what she was thinking of saying. "Well, you said something about, um, stroking your own peter."
"Yeah." I started doing some blushing of my own. "I might recall sayin' something along those lines."
"Okay, so, I know boys do that a lot and all. I hear them joking about it at school all the time. But what about girls?"
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, it's pretty much normal for a boy to touch his thing because they're such pervs, but is it weird if a girl does it, you know, to herself?"
She bit her lip a little after giving me her question, and looked at me with those big chocolate-brown eyes of hers. The perfect picture of adorable.
"Oh, heck no," I said with my best fatherly smile. "It's as normal for a girl as much as for a boy. Like I always say, if the good Lord didn't want us to play with ourselves he'd of made our arms shorter."
She got a chuckle out of that. "So, you don't think it's gross?"
"Just the opposite, if truth be told." I noticed that my pecker was getting roused up by this line of talk. "There's nothing that gets me going better'n seeing a fine lady giving her own self a bit of pleasure like that. It's a beautiful thing to behold."
"You've seen Darla do it? Right in front of you?"
"Sure, plenty of times. She ain't shy, that one."
Lizzy seemed to be turning something over in her mind and was quiet for a time.
"Do you do it a lot? By yourself, I mean."
"I don't know if I'd say a lot." I was wishing I had a few drinks in me about then, it'd made this a whole lot easier. "A few times a week, maybe. Possibly more if I ain't going with a lady at the time." I couldn't hold off no more, and I had to adjust myself now that my dick was hard as all get out. There was no hiding it, and she had herself a good look at the bulge it was putting up in my blue jeans. "How 'bout yourself? You ever?"
She looked like she didn't want to answer that. "Sometimes," she said softly and turned her head away. "Actually, more than sometimes. I think there's something wrong with me." She looked back at me with watery eyes. "I do it all the time," Lizzy confessed in a rush. "I touch myself every night, and most days, too, and I know I'm a freak, but I can't stop. I try, but I keep doing it, and doing it."
"Now, now, there. Simmer down, sweet pea," I said quick, hoping to keep her from breaking out in full on tears. I reached over and patted her on the shoulder. "You ain't no freak, so go ahead an' stop thinkin' that way. Heck, when I was your age, I pulled my pud least three of four times a day. Sometimes more."
"Sure enough. It's only natural for teenagers to mess around with themselves like that. They even say these days that it's healthy for you to do it." I couldn't say if any such thing was true, but I thought hearing that might help.
Lizzy's eyes went back down to the long lump in my pants. I wished I knew what was going through her mind right then.
"Momma won't ever talk about this kind of thing with me. Any time I bring up something about sex she tells me I'm too young to be thinking about such filthy things, and tells me to stay away from boys because all they want is to get in my pants. Then she sends me to my room to read my bible."
"Yeah, she always was peculiar that way. She changed her tune right quick though once you got her in the sack. That woman could wear a man out."
"I know," she agreed with conviction. "Her bedroom's right next to mine, and I can hear her through the wall with her boyfriends."
"That don't seem hardly right."
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I don't mind it, really. Actually, it kind of gets me turned on."
"Yeah," Lizzy giggled. "Sometimes I even touch with myself while I listen to them having sex. Well, every time, actually. See how totally messed up I am?"
"Oh, I wouldn't be so quick to judge," I chuckled, "I suspect I'd do the same thing myself if I was you."
I noticed them nipples of hers popping up through her shirt again. I had a powerful urge to reach over and give those healthy titties a nice squeeze. The way she was sitting, it was almost like she was inviting me to do exactly that. I noticed an awkward silence was stretching out between us, and came to my senses.
"Okay, then...if you're feeling better about things," she nodded and smiled, "then I'm gonna to excuse myself and go take care of this bad boy." I patted the bulge of my cock.
She looked pleasantly surprised. "You're really going to...? Right now?"
"Don't see why not." I stood up from the sofa, half hoping Lizzy'd ask me to stay and do what I was fixing to do right there. "All this sex talk got me thinking bad thoughts."
"Same here." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked up at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "I guess I'll just take care of myself, too, then."
Such a little tease. "Fair enough. Just don't scream so loud as to wake up the neighbors, now, y'hear?" I headed toward the bedroom, giving her a chance to call me back if she had a mind to.
"I won't," she laughed. "And don't you leave a big mess for me to clean up again."
"I'll see what I can do. Night, darling'."
I let my cock out as soon as I closed the door to my room. I grabbed a hold and started working it. I pressed my forehead against the door, knowing that if I pulled it open I might catch a sight of my daughter with her hand down the front of her pajamas. Maybe she'd have her shirt pulled up so she could play with those tempting tatas.
My baby girl was out there fingering her pussy, full knowing I was in here jacking my cock. She had to know I'd be thinking about her and what she was doing. I reached for the doorknob, but held myself back. I could say what happened the other night was all on account of me being drunk, and that made it what it was. But if I went out there now, it would just plain be no-excuse wrong.
As soon as I thought about if she had got herself naked out there to play with her pussy, I busted my nut on the spot, shooting it all on the door and down onto the carpet. It was fast, but damned good.
I stripped out of my clothes and got into bed. My dick was still hard enough to cut diamonds. I stroked myself off again, slower this time, all the while listening for any sounds that might be coming from the front room.
The next morning, as I headed out for work, Lizzy sat up on the pull-out bed with a big, shit-eating grin on her face.
"You have fun last night?"
"I reckon I did. You?"
"Yep. Three times, actually." She held up three fingers and wiggled them suggestively. This girl was sure enough going to be my one-way ticket to hell.
"Hoo-ee! That's my girl," I said on my way out the door.
"Daddy, wait! Are you going to see Darla again this weekend?"
"Friday night, most likely."
"You going to bring her back here...like before?"
"I suppose I might could. If it wouldn't be a bother."
"I wouldn't mind seeing her again."
Something about the way she said it made it crystal clear what Lizzy was sniffing after. And to think, I was actually upset when I first found out I had to watch after her for a time.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks, Daddy. Have a good day at work."
I knew that as soon as I drove away she'd be diddling that virgin muffin of hers again. This was getting crazy. I had to set my head on straight before I lost control and stepped over the line. I tried to fix my mind on the fact that Lizzy wasn't just some hot and horny piece of ass--she was my own daughter. I had to act like a father and keep to what's right.
But, of course, doing right hasn't hardly ever been my strong suit.
* * * * *
Come Friday, I cashed my paycheck and took Darla out for a fancy dinner. She had on a pair of tight navy blue slacks and a loose white blouse. It was one of her more conservative get-ups, but anyone who cared to look would get a fair idea of what this gal had to offer.
She was all worked up over something some other woman at her work did that day, so she spent most of the time bitching about that. I just listened, peeking at the promise of her cleavage when chance allowed, and kept ordering her more drinks. I was counting on the booze getting her in a more frisky state of mind, but the cocktails there at Applebee's were made so weak that it barely put a dent in a lady like Darla.
While she rattled on, I couldn't keep my thoughts from wandering. As might be expected, those thoughts were about Lizzy. I know it might seem foolish for a man to get caught up in something so immature, but I couldn't help how much fun I was having trading suggestive comments with my daughter over the past days. And, to be honest, a few of her comments was downright graphic.
I was addicted to the flirty way she'd make fun about me playing with my dick, or how she'd bait me with some remark about her own twiddling habits. It was obvious she was getting as much of a charge about talking naughty around me as I was hearing it. I swear, that girl could twist just about any innocent comment into something filthy. I didn't care that what we was doing was childish, we was both having fun with it, so what the hell.
I stopped on the ride back to my place and picked up a bottle of Jack and some of that vanilla flavored vodka Darla liked, along with some beers. She was feeling happy, so at least the thirty bucks I spent on strawberry margaritas wasn't a total waste. She rubbed my package and was kissing on my neck as I drove. I ran my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, getting right up close to her coochie, then backing off. All that touching and teasing was having the desired effect on her.
Darla was a little wobbly as we got out of the truck and headed up for the door, but she had a ways to go before she got to where she was last weekend.
It sort of hit me right then how much I really wanted something to happen again with Lizzy. But before, well...that just kind of happened all on its own. Tonight was more what a prosecutor would call pre-meditated. First-degree shenanigans all the way.
But it weren't like I was hurting anyone really. Darla was none the worse for it, and who knows, she might have even got some good feelings out of it but just don't remember because of being passed out and all. It's not like I did nothing to her that we haven't already done a hundred times. It just so happened that my daughter was looking on. Nothing worth getting myself worked up over.
"You know what I just remembered," I said before we went up the steps. "I got my daughter Lizzy stayin' here with me."
"She's here now?"
"Yeah, remember how I told you about her momma goin' to jail and all."
"Aw, baby, you know I don't like doing it at my place when my boys are home. And Dale has his girlfriend there with him, so Lord knows what they're getting up to. How about we go all out and get us a room over at the Red Roof."
"Sure, darlin', we could do that." I gave her a kiss, having no intention of blowing that kind of cash on a ritzy hotel room. "Though, long as we're here, why don't you come in and meet her?"
"But, baby, you got me so horny. After the week I had, all I want right now is a hard cock and a hard fuck." She grabbed my package and gave my neck a little love bite.
"And I'm fixin' to give you exactly that, doll. I'll run in and put the beer in the 'fridge, then we're on our way. At least come in and say howdy. Poor girl's been cooped up in there all day by her lonesome."
"Fine, but make it quick, mama needs her some lovin'."
We got inside and I made the introductions. Lizzy was dressed nice, and it looked like she'd done herself up, almost as if she was going on a date. I don't think she was expecting Darla to show up in this state (walking and talking, that is), so she seemed a bit nervous.
I went to the kitchen and stowed away the beer.
"I'm going to take a leak," I told them. "You two gals get to know each other, and I'll be right out."
I took a whiz, and stalled for a while. I came out, keeping quiet as I did. I could hear them gabbing away up in the front room. As I headed back toward the kitchen, I could see that Darla had set down on the easy chair. Perfect.
I got down some shot glasses and opened up the vodka.
"Ready?" Darla asked when I came in, about to get up from the chair.
"I thought we could use one for the road." I put the shots down on the coffee table, then handed her one. Not being known to pass up a drink, she accepted it without an argument.
While Darla tossed hers back, I lifted one for myself, and handed one to Lizzy.
"Don't give her that!" Darla scolded me.
I swallowed my shot. "Why not?"
"She's only sixteen, for crying out loud."
"You sayin' you never had yourself a drink when you was sixteen?"
"Just because I was stupid doesn't make it okay for her."
"All right, then," I shrugged and quickly figured how to turn this to my advantage. "Sorry, Lizzy, hand that over to Darla."
"I'm not doing another shot," Darla insisted, even as she took the glass from Lizzy.
"Well, I'm not drinkin' it," I said. "I bought this shit for you. You know I'm a whiskey man."
Darla shook her head, and tossed it back. Meanwhile, I gave Lizzy a wink. She knew just what I was getting up to.
"It was nice meeting you, Lizzy," Darla said with a cough as the booze burned its way down her throat.
"Oh, don't go yet," Lizzy begged. "Can't you stay just a little longer?"
"Me and your daddy got some plans, don't we?" Darla looked up to me, her eyes telling me to get us out of there.
"Sorry, sweet pea, I know you ain't had no company all day, but we gotta git." I could see the way her sad pout was making Darla feel sorry for her. "I'm gonna grab a few things to take along, then we'll hit the road."
I hurried off to the bedroom before Darla could say anything about it. I hid out there for a good five minutes. I threw some dirty clothes in an old gym bag and went back out. Just like I counted on, they was talking and laughing and getting on pretty well.
Back in the kitchen, I mixed up a rum and Coke for Darla that was more rum than Coke, and grabbed a beer for myself. I went out and handed it to her and she took it without a word, not wanting to interrupt the story Lizzy was telling. I sat down on the sofa with Lizzy and cracked open my beer.
One drink led to the next as Lizzy kept Darla on the hook with her stories. Some of them were sad, but she had some funny ones, too. She asked Darla for her opinion about this, or for advice about that. This would get Darla to talking, and in no time she'd forgotten all about us leaving.
When Darla staggered off to visit the bathroom, I grabbed the vodka and Jack, and poured us a couple more shots. I was feeling pretty good myself by that point, just on this side of drunk.
"This seems weird," Lizzy whispered when I got back to the front room. "Maybe it's not a good idea."
"You wanted me to bring her around, right? Like before?"
"Kind of...well, yeah, I guess. But before, when it just kind of happened...I don't know, this seems different. I'm starting to feel funny about tricking her like this."
"Okay, I hear ya." I tried not to let my disappointment show so as not to hurt her feelings. "We'll just have this one last drink, and head on back to my bedroom and leave you be. That sound okay to you?"
When she didn't answer right away, I thought she was maybe going to change her mind.
"Sorry, Daddy. I don't mean to ruin everything, but..."
"Nothing of the kind, sweet pea," I said and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "I had a real nice time settin' and listening to you talk. Plus, it ain't like I'm not goin' to still have me some fun."
"Just as long as you make a lot of noise so I can hear." She gave me a sly wink, and seemed cheered up some.
"You are a rascal." I tapped her chin with my fist like I was giving her a playful sock in the jaw, but all I could think about was her laid out on her bed playing with herself listening to me and Darla going at it.
I shook the thought out of my head, and wondered what was taking Darla so long.
I went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I opened up and found Darla passed out on the toilet, her pants down around her ankles. Not the most attractive pose, to be sure, but it set my pecker to stirring all the same.
"Lizzy!" I hollered. "Come give me a hand, will ya?"
We pulled Darla's pants off the rest of the way, then Lizzy got her feet, and I got her under the arms, and we hauled her to my room. As we laid her on the bed, she moaned.
"Fuck me hard..." she mumbled in her unconscious stupor.
"Okay, well..." Lizzy seemed to be having a hard time pulling her eyes away from Darla's naked bush. "I guess I'll leave you alone." She went to the door and gave me a knowing smile. "Have fun."
I hated to see her go, and I was going to ask for her to stay, but I didn't want to be like I was pressuring her or nothing. The door clicked shut, and I was by myself...more or less.
I unbuttoned Darla's blouse and worked it off of her, which weren't no easy task. I got off her bra next. I stood back and looked over her naked body. I felt my rod getting good and hard. I stripped off my own clothes, and tried to figure what I wanted to do first.
I jiggled her boobies about some, and rubbed the head of my dick on one of her nipples. It felt good and all, but something was missing. The thrill just wasn't there. I shut off the light and climbed over top of Darla and lay down next to her.
That big ol' moon was hanging outside my window, a wide sliver of it dark along the one side. It put a nice glow on Darla's naked skin, highlighting all the soft curves. She looked real nice like that. Sort of like the same way she did last Saturday when Lizzy was here watching. I rested my head back and looked up at the ceiling.
Lizzy was probably out in the front room with her pants down, or maybe all the way naked. I suspect my horny girl was messing with herself by now, rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of hers. I gave my dick a couple easy tugs at the thought, and let the idea of going out there sneak into my mind.
There came a tapping at the door, and it opened partway.
"It's awful quiet in here," Lizzy said in a small voice.
"Yeah, I'm still working on gettin' Darla here in the mood."
I meant it as a joke, but I couldn't tell if she took it that way. All I could see was her quiet shadow, and I was scared she was going to leave me again.
"Is it okay if I come in?"
"If you want."
She stepped in and closed the door. Lizzy looked over Darla's naked body, and maybe mine, too. I couldn't tell what she might have been thinking. I rubbed my hand over Darla's belly and up to her chest.
"Had a change of heart?"
"I don't know. Maybe, I guess," she shrugged. "I couldn't stop thinking about what you might be doing in here. I know what I said before, but I was wondering if it would be okay if you'd maybe let me watch again a little."
"It wouldn't be lying to say I got a real kick outta what went on last time around, but I was drunk as a skunk then. I know we've been joshin' each other about playing with ourselves and such, but I ain't so sure I'm doing right by you, seeing as how I'm supposed to be your father and all."
"You're not doing anything bad, Daddy." She took a step closer. "I mean, I thought a lot about it the next day, too, and was afraid I done something bad. But the more I thought about it, the more excited it got me to remember everything I saw. It made me want to touch myself, and it felt real good. So, even if it isn't what's right, I still liked it."
I squeezed and rubbed one of Darla's big titties while I acted like I was thinking over what Lizzy said. I knew that I wanted her to stay here with me more than anything, but I needed to hear that she really wanted it for her own self.
"Well, okay, then," I told her. "But just so as we're clear, whatever you want to do is up to you. You understand? I'm not the boss of you when it comes to this, and I won't think poorly of you no matter what you do, one way or th'other. That sound fair?"
"Now that that's settled, how's about you get over here and feel up on one of these fine titties with me."
With a big smile she came over and knelt down on the floor next to my bed. She reached over and put her hand on Darla's naked boob. We looked across at each other, both knowing this weren't no drunken accident this time. We was deliberately misbehaving.
I began licking and sucking the nipple on my side, and Lizzy followed my lead and did the same with the other one. We was both suckling away like two little piggies. One of my daughter's hands drifted down and was rubbing around on Darla's belly. I pressed my stiff cock against my lady's bare hip and hoped Lizzy would explore lower. But each time I thought she was going to go for it, her hand moved up away from the danger zone.
"Are you going to have sex with her again? Like before?" Lizzy asked, all casual like.
"I suppose I could. Is that what you'd like to see?"
She nodded with an eager light in her eyes.
"Ask and ye shall receive, sweet pea." I kissed her on the forehead and got about doing as she wanted.
I spread apart Darla's legs and got in between there. I parted open her pussy lips and spit on them.
"My mouth's a mite dry after all that titty suckin'. Think you could make a contribution?"
Lizzy giggled and shook her head at first, but then she leaned over and spat on Darla's puss while I held it open. Boy-doggie, that was hot to see. I rubbed the head of my cock in between my sleeping date's pink lips and spread the slippery saliva around. Once I was all slicked up, I pushed my dick into her hole. It slipped in nice and easy, and there I was with my cock balls-deep inside a warm pussy with my daughter right there watching the whole thing. That funny feeling tickled across my back again.
I started fucking her good and slow. After about a minute or so I peeked over at Lizzy to see if she was liking the show. I could see her arm moving in that certain way, but she stopped as soon as she caught me looking. The edge of the bed blocked me from seeing exactly where her hand was, but I had a right good idea.
"Are you doin' what I think you're doin'?" I asked, trying to be friendly about it.
"Daddy, don't look," she told me in a cute whine. "It's embarrassing."
"Alright, then. I'll just be over here fuckin' while you do what you gotta do down there."
I had me good long look at my daughter's big round tits. They was pushing up firm against her tight t-shirt, and the tempting nubs of her nipples were plain to see. And that little hussy knew just exactly what I was eyeballing, too. I think she liked it, me looking at her the way I done, but I wasn't so far gone that I knew it could only be wishful thinking on my part.
Darla moaned in her sleep. She was probably dreaming about getting fucked and didn't even know it was really happening. I kept on putting it to her, making sure I didn't get myself too excited and go off right away. With Lizzy watching like she was, that wasn't no easy task. I held still now and again so as I could give Darla's boobs a good going over with my mouth and give my pecker a short time-out to settle down.
"How's it coming along down there?" I asked, just trying to make conversation.
"Good," she said, adding a self-conscious giggle to go along with it.
"I think it's real sexy, you touching yourself the way you're doing."
"Yeah? It's feels weird since I never did it like this around no one before. I think I really like it this way. It feels extra good."
"I'm glad we's able to feel good at the same time together, sweet pea. I like that real well."
And, just like that, I was about to blow my load. I pulled all the way out and waited for it to pass. I decided to give Lizzy a better view of the particulars. I got to the side of Darla, and rolled her hips toward my daughter. She watched what I was up to without saying a word. Once I had her turned, I lifted her leg up. It was heavier than I expected without her helping hold it up, but I managed anyhow.
I sidled up and put my dick in her pussy from behind. I wasn't able to get it in all the way, maybe about as far as half, but that was enough. I recommenced to fucking her. Lizzy was able to see my rod plowing into Darla's love biscuit clear as can be. She must of liked what she saw, because she set up on her knees so I could see where her hand was.
Like I knew, it was down the front of her thin baby-blue sweat pants, but seeing her little hand moving around under there in slow circles just about blew my mind.
"You able to see everything okay?" I felt my shoulder starting to burn, but I kept on holding that big ol' leg up in the air.
"Yes." Her eyes shifted from the where the action was up to my face. "I like seeing you fuck, Daddy." My little girl had the sweetest voice I ever heard. "Your penis looks nice going in an out like it does. And I like your balls, too."
"Thanks, darlin', I'm somewhat partial to 'em myself."
"Can you take it all the way out?" She was looking down there again. "I want to watch you stick it in again."
I obliged her by pulling my cock clear of Darla's fuck hole. I let her get a good look at my unit in all its glory, then poked it up toward where it just came out from. I was off target and missed the mark. I poked around a bit more with no luck. I was using both hands to hold up Darla's leg and if I let go with one, it would have fallen closed straight away.
"Any chance you could direct me back into town?"
It took her a second to suss out at what I was asking, but when she did she got a look of being scared and excited at the same time.
She reached over and took my pecker between her thumb and finger, real gingerly, and pointed me at Darla's wet opening. I pushed in slow, and her fingers stayed on my shaft as it slipped inside. I gave it a couple of easy pumps. Lizzy didn't take her hand away, and was feeling my rod as I fucked my lady.
Lizzy didn't look up at me at all while she was doing this. Her hand moved, and even though I couldn't see it, I could tell she was touching Darla's pussy lips and clitty. I kept doing what I was doing, and wondered if I should try and cum right now so I could shoot it on my daughter's hand. I decided I'd best hold back for now.
Her touch came back to where my pecker was going into Darla and stayed around there for a time. All this while her other hand never stopped working around inside her own sweat pants. Her hand moved down some, and before I knew it her fingertips were tickling my ball sack. She gave another one her little giggles and took her hand away.
"That felt nice," she said in a smiling whisper.
I wanted to go on like that some more, but my arms gave out and I had to let Darla's leg down. I rolled onto my back, and had me a short rest. Lizzy was looking me and Darla over, touching herself nice and easy.
"Why don't you scoot up here on the bed with us?"
Lizzy got up and lay alongside Darla straight away. It was a tight fit with the three of us like that on the bed, but it suited me just fine. My daughter sucked on Darla's nipple some. I watched her doing that and squeezed the end of my pecker. Lizzy must have noticed, cause she looked down about as soon as my hand moved. I squeezed it some more and saw how her hand was moving down between her legs. It looked real good to me.
"You like lookin' at my johnson?"
She nodded. "It's so long when it's hard. Seeing it makes me horny."
"Seeing you touching on yourself down there is making me horny something fierce."
"Yeah? It still feels funny doing it like this with someone else around."
"Would it make it any better if'n I let you watch me jack myself off?"
"Really?" I think she got a little more excited than she wanted to show. "Um, okay, I guess that would be alright."
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and moved it up and down. My prick was still wet from Darla's pussy. Lizzy propped herself up on one elbow and crooked up one of her legs so she could get at her snatch more easier. I wanted her to pull those dang sweat pants down, but I didn't want to say so and make her any more embarrassed about fingering herself with me looking on. We still had plenty of time down the road to see just how far she might want to take all this.
"That must feel really nice," Lizzy said.
"It sure does."
"The end of it looks like a big mushroom."
"You like mushrooms?"
She giggled. "Yeah. I like 'em a lot."
I relaxed and kept jacking myself. Lizzy watched me, real interested in everything I was doing. Her hand sometimes slowed down inside her pants, and came to a rest. Then, after a few seconds, she'd start up again. I know it wasn't all together proper what was happening, but it sure felt comfortable between us.
Before long I felt it getting close. I jerked a little faster, and soon enough I was shooting a nice big load of jizz out of my dick for Lizzy to see. I beat off until nothing else was coming out, then let off.
"You got it all over yourself," Lizzy laughed.
"Yep, that's just one of the indignities a man must suffer when he cranks his own rod."
"I still think it's so cool how it shoots out all over the place."
"I'm glad you enjoy that." I propped myself up on an elbow. "Now what about you? You goin' to finish what you got goin' on down there, or just keep on messin' with it all night?"
"I don't know. Do you want me to?"
"I think it would be something fun for the both of us, don't you?"
"Okay," she gave me a naughty smile, "but don't look."
I didn't let my disappointment show, and put my hand over my eyes. I could hear them little squishy noises from between her legs, and her quiet breaths. My dick was holding strong, not drooping a whit.
"I was kidding," she said after a short time. "You can look."
I moved my hand away and waited for my eyes to adjust. She was on her back. Her one hand was still down inside her pants, but she wasn't moving only her fingers anymore. Now she was getting her whole arm into the action. Her other hand was worked up under her shirt and she was playing with her own tits.
"Are you looking?"
"Oh, yeah, I see you, baby girl. You look real sexy."
Her shirt had rode up some, and I could see her smooth, soft belly. Her pale skin looked all fresh and untouched. My head was filled with bad thoughts of all the ways I'd like to spoil that virgin belly of hers.
Lizzy's whole body was moving. Her legs would pull up so her knees was in the air and her heels just about touched her butt, then she'd straighten them out flat. Her hips bucked and turned to the point I was afraid she might go over the edge of the bed. The hand up under her shirt went from one tit to the other and back over and over again. Her arm was working so much, her sweat pants was starting to shimmy down a bit. Not enough to where I could see anything much, but the promise of a peek kept my attention focused. And her head turned from side to side, covering her pretty face with loose hair.
I've seen a lot of ladies pleasure themselves over the years, but nothing topped this.
"Are you looking, Daddy?"
Her voice was sounding strained, and excited, and a little desperate all at the same time.
"I sure am, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna watch you make yourself cum."
"You gonna make your pussy cum for me?"
"You like me looking while you touch your little pussy?
"Mmm...yes, Daddy. I'm going to cum...say some more."
"You got my cock extra hard seeing you fingering on your cunny."
"I'm going to cum..."
"That's it, baby doll, rub that hot little cunny for me."
"I'm cumming, Daddy. I'm cuuuuuuummming! Ahhhhhh!"
Her whole body whiplashed right then, curling up, then throwing itself out straight, only to do the whole thing again in a quick second. I suddenly realized that all this commotion might actually be enough to wake up Darla. I'd almost forgot about her, even though she was still lying naked right there between my daughter and me.
Lizzy let out a few small, girly grunts as the last of her spasm worked itself out. She grabbed a pillow and hid her face with it, like she was embarrassed. I didn't care about that right at the moment though, I was too jacked up after seeing that to even think straight. I grabbed my iron-hard pecker and went at it again.
My daughter's hand was still in her pants, just resting there on her puss, but I could smell her sex in the air. It was like nothing I'd ever known. I beat my meat hard and fast. I made sure I did it in a way that was real loud so she could hear it even under that pillow.
It wasn't even a minute before I was pumping out another load of spunk. This one I spilled all over Darla's tummy, while staring at Lizzy's and imagining it was her I was cumming on. As I was milking the last drops out, she peeked from under the pillow and giggled at the sight of me pulling on my pecker.
"Yeah, real funny, huh? Lookit what you made me do, girl. Another mess that'll need cleaning up."
"I don't mind," she said, acting all shy again.
I lay back, feeling good, not wanting this night to end, but being too relaxed at that point to do much about it. I caught myself dozing off. I might have even been out for a few seconds, 'cause when I come awake with a start, I saw Lizzy licking on Darla's nipples again. She noticed me looking.
"Would it be all right if I touched her...down there?"
"I think she'd like that real fine, baby girl."
Lizzy reached down there, played with Darla's bush some, the slipped her fingers down into her business. Lizzy let out a happy sigh that made me feel warm all over.
My eyes opened and I guess I must've drifted off again. This time my girl was down between Darla's legs. Lizzy's face was right up close to Darla's pussy and I could hear kissing noises. I reached over and patted my daughter on her head, or at least I think I did. Maybe I dreamed it.
In the morning I woke up with the blanket over top of me. When I checked, the cum was cleaned up off my chest and belly. Same for Darla. I gave her a little shake and her eyes slowly came open halfway.
"What d'ya say?" I asked and started sucking one of her boobies, while feeling up the other. I rubbed my morning wood against her leg.
Darla just groaned at first and put her hand on my head. Normally she wasn't one for wake-up sex, but she opened her legs and let me know she wanted me to mount her.
"Why am I so horny?" she wondered sleepily as I climbed on top of her. "I must've had some good sex dreams last night, or something."
"Or something," I said and poked my johnson into her before she could ask what I meant by that. I laid into her good and hard. It weren't long before she was screaming up a storm. I made more noise than I usually do myself, hoping that maybe Lizzy was awake to hear.
After Darla came for about the fourth time, I pulled out and shot a pathetic little squirt of jizz across her ass. I guess the tanks were still pretty drained after last night. The two of us cuddled up and fell back to sleep, with me feeling a little guilty for thinking about Lizzy the whole time I was fucking on Darla.
I knew it was all going in such a way that temptation would have me doing some very bad things very soon, but, God help me, I didn't know if I had the strength to resist dancing to that little devil's sweet music.
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