Dad's Huge Prick
(M/F, size, inc, teen, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

On her wedding day Brenda stood looking at herself in the mirror. Too bad I can't wear white, she thought. At the moment she was wearing nothing at all. Later there would be a fashionable blue suit, but now she wanted to examine her body, to see what her fiancé, Hank Davis, would see later on.

She was a tall girl at 5'7, and superbly built. She didn't have to convince herself of that. The whistles and stares she always got on the streets were evidence enough. If she needed more proof, it was there before her eyes. The full-length mirror showed her long shapely legs, her gently rounded hips and butt, her tiny waist, and a firm heavy pair of 42G-cup breasts. Brenda ran her hands up and down her body, feeling the silky skin, touching the little light brown nipples of her large pointed breasts. She was satisfied. There were no wrinkles or blemishes anywhere. Even her small dainty mons was attractive, a little triangle of tight brown curls. For a woman of thirty, she was in excellent shape.

She tossed her long gleaming brown hair and studied her face - dark slanting eyes with heavy natural lashes, turned-up nose, full sensual mouth. She smiled contentedly. No one would guess she was thirty or that she was the mother of a teenaged girl. She figured Hank Davis would not be disappointed. She certainly hoped not. She'd been waiting a long time, ten years, for a good husband and a good stepfather for Carla. This marriage just had to work out.

Brenda had been married once before, when she was seventeen, to a handsome brutal punk named Billy. She could remember vividly how Billy made her hot and helpless with lust. That was how she got her daughter, Carla, from jumping into bed with Billy so eagerly that she forgot to take precautions. But Billy also beat her whenever he was drinking, which was most of the time. Brenda left him and supported herself and Carla by working as a cocktail waitress. It was the only work she knew, and it wasn't a glamour job like some people thought. It meant hours on her feet, fending off obnoxious drunks, making slave wages. It had been that way for ten years, till she met Hank. As Brenda dressed, she thought of Hank with a mixture of longing and nervousness. At forty he was a very attractive man, tall, muscular, with thick black hair greying at the temples. He made a good living in the sales department of a well-known company. He was bright, fun, and charming. But she hardly knew him. In fact they'd only known each other a month. Something clicked between them the first time she served him a drink at the club, and they'd dated ever since. Brenda had refused to go to bed with him, though, hoping for a marriage proposal. She got it - but now she wondered if she'd made a mistake.

What if Hank was no good in the sack? Maybe she should have tested him first. It would be a disaster if he couldn't satisfy her sexually.

Those ten years between marriages had been rough in more ways than one. Ten years without steady sex had been almost more than Brenda could bear. She and Billy had done it two or three times a day, till she needed a steady diet. Then - nothing. A few times, when she couldn't stand the horny longing any more, she'd brought men home, but not often. She needed more than a few pick-ups. She needed a lover who could satisfy her at least once a day.

Brenda sighed loudly. She felt hot wetness in the crotch of her panties, just thinking about sex. God, she needed a man... But would her new husband be the man she needed?

Idiot, she thought, you should have fucked him first.

Well, it was too late now. In half an hour she'd be marrying Hank, and then she'd find out if she'd made a mistake.

There was a knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in," said Brenda.

The door opened, and her thirteen-year old daughter stepped into the room, smiling. "Hi, Mom," said Carla. "I just came to see if you needed help getting dressed."

Brenda felt a wave of love for her pretty little daughter. Carla looked just like her, except of course that her figure was still developing - and she had Billy's big green eyes, not Brenda's dark brown slanted eyes.

Carla was half a child, half a woman, still only 4'9, her petite body more like a boy's, her small breasts just the size of baseballs. She wore her brown hair short and curly. She was a pretty little thing, and soon she'd be a beautiful young woman.

"Why, thank you, darling," said Brenda. "You can help me do my hair."

Brenda put on the neat blue suit she'd chosen to be married in, then sat down at her dresser. Carla picked up the brush and began brushing her mother's long gleaming brown hair.

"You look so pretty, Mom," she said.

"Thank you, Carla," said Brenda. "I just hope I'm doing the right thing. Most of all, I hope Hank will be a good father for you."

"Oh, he will be," Carla said earnestly. "I really like him a lot, Mom. He's a nice guy."

Brenda sighed with relief. At least things would be good for Carla, even if Hank proved to be a bad lover. Carla was more important to her than anything...

Somehow the time passed, and she and Hank were married in a brief simple ceremony at city hall. They left Carla with Brenda's mother and set off for their honeymoon at Hank's beach cabin. Alone with Hank in his little red sports car, Brenda felt her nervousness returning.

She'd taken care of her financial future. Hank was well fixed, and she'd given thirty days' notice at the club. She'd never have to work again. And Carla was assured of a good father. Hank was good to her, and the girl was fond of him. There was just one big question in Brenda's mind - could Hank take care of her in bed?

She'd know very soon. It was only an hour's drive to the cabin.

Hank, at the wheel, glanced over at her. "Hey," he said, "you're awfully quiet. If you've changed your mind, we can run back to L.A. and get a divorce."

Brenda laughed. "Not on your life, mister. I worked too hard to bag you. It's, nothing really, Hank. It's just that we really haven't known each other that long. It's kind of scary."

He cast her a sympathetic look. "I'll never lay a hand on you, Brenda. I'm not Billy," he said. "You don't have to worry about that."

She leaned over and kissed his tan leathery cheek. "You're a darling," she said, "and I'm being silly."

Of course she couldn't tell him what was really bothering her. She couldn't just say, "Hank, are you any good in bed?"

As they drove down the coast, she studied her new husband. He was outrageously handsome, his body ideally masculine - broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, small neat hips and ass. His face was rugged but sexy, his eyes piercing and dark blue. She was damned lucky to have a man like him.

It'll be all right, she told herself nervously, it'll be fine...

They reached the cabin just as the sun was going down. It wasn't large, just one big spacious room with a kitchenette and a fireplace and a king-size bed. Brenda looked nervously at the bed.

"Do you want something to eat before we - uh, before we - " she said, stammering.

Hank laughed. "No, I'm not hungry," he said, "except for you." His dark blue eyes seemed to undress her. "Let's just have a glass of champagne, then hit the sack."

"All right, Hank," she said timidly.

He opened the champagne and poured two glasses. Brenda almost gulped hers and held out her glass for more. Plenty of champagne on an empty stomach might help cure her jitters.

"I hope you don't think I'm rushing you," Hank said, "but I've been waiting a month for this, ever since the moment I saw you." He reached out and gently fondled her large soft breasts through her blouse. His voice got husky. "I want you so damned badly, Brenda."

She blushed. "I know, darling," she said. "I want you, too. It's all right."

Was it? She should have been hotly horny by now, aching for him. She, too, had wanted him the moment they met. She'd been dreaming of their first lovemaking. Only now she was scared, fearing it would be a disaster. Her cunt was dry and tight.

"Then let's go to bed," said Hank, tossing off the last of his champagne. "I don't think I can wait another second."

Brenda couldn't stop blushing as they undressed. She felt like a virgin again. They were seeing each other naked for the first time, and they gawked at each other like curious children.

Hank's body was even more attractive than she'd dreamed. He was deeply tanned and muscular and trim all over. His chest was thickly matted with black and grey hairs. And his cock...

She blushed even deeper as she looked at his cock for the first time. Many nights she'd lain awake wondering if he was well hung. Her doubts were gone now. He was hung like a horse.

Even in its semi-limp state, Hank's long angry prick was impressive. It dangled heavily from a thick nest of salt-and-pepper curls, the circumcised head thick and purple. His balls were large and swollen, dull red in color. For the first time that day, Brenda felt a jolt of sexual excitement. He was built, all right-and she prayed he knew how to use it.

Hank ogled her as eagerly as she studied him, his eyes jumping back and forth between her huge thrusting creamy breasts and the neat little furry triangle of her mons. He took in her tall lush figure with undisguised delight.

"You're beautiful, Brenda," he said. "I'm a helluva lucky guy."

He drew her onto the bed, not bothering to turn down the covers. His hands slipped over her warm silky tits, caressing and molding. He rubbed her light brown nipples with his thumbs, coaxing the little soft nubs into hard erection, sending little shivers of pleasure through her body.

Brenda sighed and ran her hands up and down his hard tan body. The champagne was getting to her, and she was more relaxed. Hank's touch was expert, light but sensual, and she felt herself getting rapidly turned on. Quickly she calculated how long it was since she'd been to bed with a man. Almost six months - that was too damned long. She was overdue for a long hard fuck. She prayed her new husband could give it to her.

Hank chuckled softly. "I always wondered if your tits were padded," he said. "I couldn't believe they were for real. I mean, a beautiful girl plus a huge pair of knockers - too fuckin' much. But now I see you weren't faking."

Brenda pretended to be pouting. "Well," she said, "I like THAT! I'll have you know, sir, that I wondered about you, too."

"Oh?" said Hank, grinning. "What did you wonder about?"

By way of answer, Brenda slipped her hand into his crotch and gently rubbed his half-limp prick.

"Uh-huh," said Hank, his grin broadening. "Well, now you see the real thing. What do you think?"

Brenda looked down at the big rosy sausage that throbbed warmly under her fingers. "It looks good to me," she said huskily. "But I haven't tested it yet."

Hank quivered hornily at her words. His prick began to twitch under her hand, and then before her widening eyes it rose into taut stiffness. Brenda watched it hungrily, watched it grow long and hard and thick, the dark red cockhead getting huge and fat. Christ, he was a good eight inches long, a dream prick. Again she prayed he'd know how to use it...

His rising cock pushed her hand upward, the big knobby purple cockhead nuzzling her palm. She felt a drop of juice spurting out of the dark slit mouth, wetting her hand. She smeared it over his silky hard cockhead, rubbing his cock into full erection.

Hank sighed loudly. "Baby," he said hoarsely, "you are gonna get so well fucked, you won't walk for a week."

I hope so, thought Brenda.

She snuggled down lower on the bed and stuck out her little pink tongue. Mischievously, lightly, she began to lick the big purple head of Hank's cock. She did it partly because it turned her on, and partly because she wanted to delay. Once he began fucking her, she'd know right away if she'd made a mistake. She wasn't in a hurry to find out.

"Ohhh, baby," Hank said, "that's nice."

She licked in feathery little wet strokes up and down the long hard stalk of his prick, tasting his light salty juice, enjoying the silky taut texture of his flesh. She ran her tongue lower, onto his hot swollen nuts, and tickled them with the wriggling tip of her tongue.

"Awwwwww, Christ," Hank said, moaning.

Brenda was glad to please him. She'd never actually blown anybody before, but she liked to lick and taste. She kept it up, bathing his cock and balls with her saliva, making Hank moan and sigh. Then she felt his hand sneaking between her legs.

He cupped and pressed the puffy curls of her mons, and then he worked a stiff finger inside the plump lips and touched the little red bump of her clitoris. Brenda flinched with sudden pleasure. She loved to be touched on her little joy button. Hank began to rub and tickle it with his fingertip, and hot pleasure melted her belly.

"Ohhh, darling, yes," she said, "touch me there."

Hank obeyed, running his fingertip briskly around the highly sensitive shaft of her little red clit. She began to cream heavily and helplessly, gushes of steamy juice pumping from her cunt to wet his finger. She moaned and rubbed her horny little pussy against his hand, seeking more friction.

Meanwhile she went on licking his swollen rosy cock, and his juice bubbled out steadily. She lapped it up and swallowed it, enjoying the taste. She thought briefly about taking his cock in her mouth, sucking it, but the idea repulsed her. She'd never been tempted to do that. Instead she went on licking and kissing his wonderfully long thick prick.

Very soon now it would be in her. She thought about that, and her aroused pussy gushed another flood of steamy juice onto Hank's hand. It had been so long since she'd been laid. She needed it desperately.

Hank's finger crept into her steamy little cunt, inching slowly upward, probing and exploring the silky wet passage. Brenda shivered with pleasure.

"Oooooo," she moaned, "yessssss."

In her excitement she wriggled her wet little tongue tip into the slitted mouth of his cockhead, burrowing deep, reaming out his tasty juice. Hank groaned.

"Baby," he said huskily, "that's great - but if you keep it up another second, I'm gonna cum. You better get it while it's hard."

The moment had come. There was no more delaying. Hank rolled her over onto her back and gently but eagerly parted her long lovely legs. He was about to fuck her, about to let her know what kind of man she'd married.

He glanced for a moment at her exposed pussy. With her legs wide apart like that, he could see everything. Brenda knew she had a pretty slit. Others had told her so. It was narrow, scarlet, and delicately fringed with fine brown hairs. She needn't worry about repulsing him. Still she blushed.

It was crazy. She was thirty years old, the mother of a teenager, and she must have fucked at least a dozen different men in her life - but she felt like this was the first time. She trembled with nervousness. Hank noticed it, noticed her staring anxiously at the heavy thick pole of his prick which weaved lewdly in his lap. The huge purple head was aimed menacingly at her little shadowed cunt mouth, dripping big blobs of precum. Oddly, Hank never thought his massive ten-incher was that big, but every woman he had ever been with was left stretched and sore by his immense prick. Some worshipped him because of it; others never gave him a second chance, not enjoying the pain of his pleasures.

"Hey, take it easy, sweetheart," he said soothingly. "It's not THAT big."

"It's... really... you have a really big dick. Do you know that? Ohmygod." Brenda managed a nervous smile. Then Hank was letting himself down on her, flattening her big thrusting tits with his hard chest. She felt the enormous rock-hard head of his cock pressing tightly into her narrow cunt mouth. It felt huge and thick as it went into her.

"OOOOOO," she moaned.

It was a cry of delight. That huge thick pole felt so damned good inside her. She hadn't realized how starved she'd been for sex, how much she needed it. She dug her nails into Hank's shoulders and wrapped her long legs around his waist, forcing his thick meat even deeper into her seething eager cunt.

"Ohhh, Hank, YES," she gasped, "yes, FUCK MEEEEEE."

"You bet I will," he said.

In his eagerness he couldn't be slow or tender. Her silky wet cunt was deliciously tight, and clinging, fiery hot around his swollen dick. He began to bang her in deep hard strokes, with almost savage speed. Their bellies smacked loudly together.

"Yes, YES," Brenda wailed, clinging to him. "Oh, God, Hank, that's GOOD."

In another moment she was cumming, her body wracked with violent pleasure - and her doubts were gone. She'd married the right man. He was everything she wanted - rich, handsome, bright, and a fantastic lay. She couldn't have been happier.

Hank held off his own climax, bringing her off several more times before he came. Brenda, lost in her ecstasy, didn't notice that he was studying her almost clinically. He watched her body, her expression, her movements.

He decided he'd made an excellent choice. Once he'd been married to a dowdy fat woman who was like a corpse in bed. He didn't want to make that mistake again. He wanted a beautiful sexy babe who loved to fuck. He'd looked a long time before picking Brenda.

She'd make a fine wife - a pleasure to look at, a pleasure to ball - but she wouldn't be his only woman. Hank Davis had never confined himself to one woman. The world was full of pretty girls to seduce.

For instance, Brenda's daughter, Carla, was a very attractive little babe.

Three days later Hank and Brenda came home to the new house in suburbs which Hank had bought especially for his new wife. They stopped to pick up Carla and take her with them.

When Hank saw Carla again, he felt ashamed of himself for having sexual thoughts about her. He hadn't really paid too much attention to the kid before and had somehow imagined she was older. Now he realized she was hardly more than a child. He put her out of his thoughts.

Hank wasn't out of Carla's thoughts, however. Carla already had a big crush on her new stepfather. She thought Hank was the most attractive and exciting man she'd ever seen. When she grew up, she wanted to marry someone just like him.

They got to the new house in late afternoon, and Brenda went right to the kitchen to start making dinner. Hank brought in the luggage and then said to Carla.

"Well, young lady, how about a tour of your new home?"

"Super," said Carla.

He took her through the lavishly furnished ranch house, where she was to have her own room, not to mention a sauna, a tennis court, and a swimming pool. Carla was dazzled by it all. She and her mother had always been poor, living in cramped apartments. Suddenly, thanks to Hank, they were rich. Carla looked adoringly at her handsome new father. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.

"How about a swim before dinner?" Hank said.

"Great," said Carla. "I'll change into my suit and meet you at the pool."

Carla hurried to her room and dumped over her suitcase in her eagerness to find her swimming suit. It was brand new, a gift from Hank, and she hadn't even tried it on yet. When she took it out of the suitcase, it seemed awfully tiny, but she supposed that bikinis were all like that.

Carla quickly stripped off her jeans and shirt and sneakers and kicked them into an untidy pile. She'd clean her room later. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror and sighed. WHEN was she going to grow up?

Having Brenda for a mother wasn't always easy. Brenda was beautiful - and stacked. Carla looked in the mirror at her own adolescent body and felt like a skinny little kid compared to her mother. Her young body was just slightly curved, just emerging from childhood. Compared to Brenda, she had no tits at all.

Carla stepped closer and looked critically at her newly developed breasts. They were the size of lemons, ridiculous little points of flesh capped with tiny pink nipples. She didn't even need a bra yet. She sighed and tapped her foot impatiently, as if waiting for her tiny boobs to grow.

She glanced lower and sighed again. Brenda sometimes went naked around the house, and Carla knew her mother had a luxuriant brown bush of curls at the base of her belly. Carla had nothing at all, just some faint golden down. Her plump little mons lips were hairless and naked, like a ripe peach. She wondered how long it would be before she truly became a woman.

Well, perhaps the new bikini would make her look more grown up. She got into the tiny blue suit, looked at herself in the mirror again, and blushed. It hardly covered anything. The panties were so small that most of her butt showed, and she could almost see the beginning of the shadowy slit between her mons lips. The bra barely covered her little pink nipples. Oh, well, she thought wistfully, I don't have anything to cover up anyway.

Carla went out to the pool, wondering if she'd grow up to be beautiful like her mother and attract men like Hank...

Hank was waiting for her, wearing a skimpy pair of black trunks. He'd been in the water already, and the tight suit clung to him, boldly outlining his cock and balls. Carla found herself gawking at the big bulge of her stepfather's crotch.

Her curiosity was hotly aroused. She'd never seen a cock before and had no idea what one looked like. Brenda had told her the facts of life, how a man puts his penis in a woman's pussy to make babies, but Carla had no clear idea what it would really be like. She certainly wanted to find out, though.

"Ready for a swim?" said Hank.

"You bet," said Carla.

She dived cleanly into the pool, and Hank dived after her. They were both good swimmers, and they went the length of the pool under water. Hank swam close beside her, and Carla glanced again at his crotch. That bulge seemed enormous. She was dying to find out what he looked like without his trunks. Probably she never would, dam it. He was only her stepfather, and he would no doubt be shy about undressing around her.

Unknown to Carla, Hank was looking her over, too. Her skimpy bikini didn't leave much to the imagination. His experienced eye made a quick summary. She was only half grown, her tits tiny, her body straight and slim like a child's. She was much too young for him.

Of course he wouldn't have dreamed of seducing his new wife's daughter, but he could at least fantasize. Carla was too young even for fantasies. He liked them young, but this kid was hardly out of pigtails.

Still, when they emerged from the water, he got unexpectedly turned on. Carla came up so fast that her bikini top slipped down off her tits, and Hank got a brief glimpse of her cute little pointed boobs and their tiny pink nipples. He felt his cock twitching with interest. Maybe she wasn't too young after all...

But, Christ, she was Brenda's daughter. It was out of the question. He felt like a dirty old man for even thinking about her...

That evening after dinner they all watched television for awhile, but Hank felt horny and was dying to take Brenda to bed. He hoped the kid wouldn't feel neglected. He rubbed against Brenda, hoping she'd get the message. She did.

"Carla," she said presently, "Hank and I are very tired from our drive. We're going to bed early. You can put yourself to bed, can't you?"

"Of course, Mom," Carla said. "I'll be fine."

Carla glanced curiously after them as they walked down the hall to the master bedroom. It was only nine o'clock. She didn't think they could be THAT sleepy.

On impulse she decided to do a little spying. She left the TV on, so they'd think she was still watching, then tiptoed down the hall. She pressed her ear to the door of the master bedroom. She could hear them talking.

"Oh baby," Hank said in a strange husky voice, "I've been wanting you all day."

Brenda laughed softly. "You can't be any more horny than I am," she said. "Hurry - let's get undressed."

Carla's interest picked up sharply. She didn't know what "horny" meant, but she was pretty sure it had something to do with sex - and sex was something she was dying to know about. This looked like a golden opportunity to find out what grown-ups did in bed.

Carla got down on her knees and peered through the keyhole.

It was a perfect view. She could see most of the room, with the king-size bed in the middle. Hank and Brenda were standing practically right in front of her, taking off their clothes. She could see both of them completely.

Carla paid little attention to her mother. She'd seen Brenda undressed plenty of times, and although she was always impressed with her mother's voluptuous, feminine body, it was old news. She concentrated on Hank. She'd never seen a naked man before.

Hank took his time getting his clothes off because he was busy ogling Brenda. He was maddeningly slow, in fact, pausing between each garment to gawk at Brenda's big swinging tits or the lush bush of her mons or the cute little rounds of her ass. He hardly seemed to notice what he was doing, he was so busy staring. Gradually, though, Carla got to see his body. His chest seemed incredibly broad and hairy to her, his arms and legs hugely muscled. Her biggest excitement, though, came when he finally took off his jockey shorts. Her eyes widened hugely. So THAT's what it looked like...

Carla's innocent and inexperienced eyes saw a huge long sausage of rosy flesh dangling from Hank's crotch. There was a thick patch of greying hair, and out of it came that giant long THING! There were two ball-like things, too, of the same rosy flesh, but Carla's curious eyes were drawn mainly to his cock. She thought about what Brenda had told her, that that big long thing went inside a girl's body when a couple made love. Carla shuddered. She just couldn't imagine anything that big going into her tiny hole. She'd explored herself there a few times, and it was hardly big enough for her little finger. She wondered how Brenda and other adult women could stand the pain. Brenda didn't look at all nervous, though. In fact she looked happy and excited. She gawked at Hank's long lewdly dangling cock and licked her lips. She came over to him and dropped to her knees, her pert nose grazing his limp angry prick. She stuck out her tongue. Again Carla's eyes widened. Her mother was licking that THING like she really enjoyed it! Brenda's little pink tongue raced up and down the limp appendage, making it shine with her saliva. Hank seemed to like that a lot. He grinned and sighed.

Then something even more amazing happened. As Carla watched raptly, Hank's cock did a strange thing. It grew. While Brenda licked it, it twitched a few times and then suddenly lurched up stiff and hard. It was much longer and thicker than before. The head grew purple and knobby and began to leak bright bubbles of juice.

"Oh, wow," Carla said softly to herself, "no way."

No way in the world could that monstrous thing go into a woman's body. Brenda must not have been telling her the truth. She didn't know why her mother would lie, but it seemed obvious that Hank's cock was much too thick and long for any pussy. People must make babies some other way, then. Carla watched curiously to find out what it was.

When Hank's heavy stiff prick was wet with her saliva, Brenda got to her feet and grinned at him. He grinned back.

"I can hardly wait to put it in you," he said breathlessly.

"I can hardly wait, either," Brenda said.

Carla shook her head in wonder. Brenda hadn't been lying. That monstrous red thing was actually going to go into her body - and Brenda didn't even look scared. Carla couldn't understand it at all.

Brenda and Hank got onto the bed. Hank lay down on his back, and his huge stiff prick stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. It was drooling juice heavily, the bright droplets running down the thick stalk of his cock. Carla had a good view, right up between his parted legs. His balls looked enormous and swollen to her.

Brenda straddled him, a knee on either side of his hips. Carla could see her mother's bright red pussy. It was swollen, plump, and wet. Little streams of pussy juice were running down her inner thighs. Brenda knelt over Hank, seized his thick erect dick, and put the big purple head into herself. Carla could see how the huge knobby thing stretched her mother's tight pink cunt lips. Then Brenda let herself down on that enormous pale pole of flesh...

Carla couldn't believe it. She saw Hank's gigantic dong disappearing into Brenda's body, going slowly but steadily up her narrow cunt, stretching her labia immensely. It went all the way in, till Carla could see only his big rosy swollen nuts.

"Oooooo!" Brenda squealed.

Carla thought sure it must be a cry of pain, but as she watched it became clear that Brenda was digging it. Brenda had her back to Carla, but there was a mirror nearby, and Carla could see her mother's face reflected in it. Brenda was grinning lewdly, licking her lips, her eyes rolling crazily with horny pleasure...

"Ball me, Hank," she said breathlessly. "Move it in me."

Hank began to stroke his huge long cock in Brenda's wet little box. Carla could see the thick rosy pole moving in and out, bright and wet with juice. Brenda moaned and wailed with joy. There was no doubt about it - she LIKED it!

Carla shook her head in wonder. She couldn't understand how her mother could enjoy having that huge thing poked into her, but as the moments passed, she was convinced that Brenda was experiencing fantastic pleasure. She rode Hank's jerking meat with a blissful smile, telling him how much she liked it.

"Ohhhhhh, darling," she moaned, "it feels sooo good... I love it, Hank, I love it."

Carla began to catch her mother's excitement.

First the crotch of her jeans seemed to itch hotly, and then she felt it growing moist and steamy. It was hard to sit still. She felt a strange restlessness which was appeased only when she began to touch herself between her legs.

Carla had explored herself there before, to find that hole, the pussy, that Brenda had talked about. She hadn't realized then that it could be fun to touch herself. As she peered through the keyhole and watched Brenda and Hank fucking, she discovered that it felt great to rub her hand back and forth over her moist restless crotch.

It wasn't enough, though. She felt like she wanted to touch the flesh itself. Still keeping her eye on the keyhole, she unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside, touching the soft plump rise of her mons. She pressed the fat mound, and sweet sensations rippled through her.

Meanwhile the show in the bedroom was continuing at full speed and volume. Hank was humping Brenda so fast and hard, Carla couldn't understand how her mother escaped pain. Brenda, though, was wailing her delight, her pretty face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. Cream gushed from her cunt, running down Hank's thick angry prick and making it shine.

"Ride me, baby," Hank gasped, "take it."

"Ohhh, YESSSSSS," Brenda moaned.

Carla slid her hand lower between her legs and discovered a funny little bump of flesh between the plump lips of her mons. She pressed the strange little button and almost cried aloud with the sudden pleasure of it. She began rubbing it with her fingertip, and her body seemed to melt with bliss.

Just then Hank reached out and touched Brenda in the same place. Carla could see the action reflected in the big dresser mirror by the bed. Hank parted the dark-furred lips of Brenda's mons and uncovered a fat red lump of flesh. He began to rub it with his fingertip.

"OHHHHHH," Brenda wailed.

She began to cum as Hank rubbed her clit and worked his cock in her flooded pussy. Carla didn't know anything about cumming, but it was plain to her that Brenda was having so much pleasure, she was almost fainting.

Carla imitated Hank's motions, rubbing herself just like he was rubbing Brenda. It felt super. The girl's face went pink with pleasure, and she felt heavy hot juice running from her virgin cunt, soaking her hand.

"AWWWWWW," Hank bawled. "YEAH, FUCK, HONEY - FU-U-U-CK!"

Dizzily Carla watched him cum, that same howling paroxysm of pleasure which had just struck Brenda. Carla couldn't observe it very well, though, because something wild and strange was happening to her. As she rubbed her horny little clit, she was overcome with pleasure so great that her whole body shook and it was all she could do not to squeal. She didn't know it, but she was having her very first climax.

When the spasms had passed, she looked dizzily through the keyhole and saw that the show was over. Brenda rolled off Hank with a loud happy sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Hank's cock was little and wrinkled again. He, too, sighed as he pulled the covers up around them and turned off the light.

Carla got up, turned off the TV, and went to her own room. She was hardly conscious of her own movements, she was so overcome with the things she'd just learned. She'd seen grown-ups actually doing it. She'd discovered a place in her body, that little lump between her legs, that gave her exquisite pleasure.

Above all she'd discovered that sex is FUN.

From now on, when she got that strange restless and itchy feeling between her legs, she'd know what to do about it. She wanted more than that, though, more than just playing with herself. She'd seen how excited her mother got, how much fun she'd had when Hank put his cock into her. Carla wanted that experience, too. She wanted to find out just how it felt to make love with a man.

The next evening Brenda had to go back to work. She'd given notice at the club, but to get her last paycheck she had to work a few more days. Hank wasn't too happy about it, but he agreed that it was silly just to throw the money away.

He watched her getting ready for work. Her costume was a skimpy red thing with sequins, hardly bigger than a bikini except for a small fringe. She wore red net stockings, red shoes with very high heels, and a red cowboy hat. The total effect was delicious - and infuriating.

"Christ," Hank said disgustedly, "why don't they just have you work naked? It'd be practically the same thing."

Brenda laughed. "Darling, don't worry," she said. "Nobody's going to violate your wife. I've had years of experience fending off men."

"I don't even like them looking at you in that damned outfit," Hank said testily. "I'll be glad when you're through with that job for good."

"Me, too," said Brenda. "It'll just be a few more days, Hank. Be patient."

He'd try, but he hated the idea of his beautiful young wife working practically bare-assed among a lot of drunk lecherous males. Of course he had been drunk and lecherous when he first turned on to her, and that costume had been part of the attraction - but now things were different. She was his wife.

As Hank watched her dress, he thought again how lucky he was to have married her. She was beautiful, ten years younger than him, and she was fantastic in bed. She had a few things to learn about lovemaking, but he figured she'd be an excellent pupil. Most men would envy him.

Still he couldn't forget the fact that Brenda was not enough. He'd never been satisfied with only one woman. Brenda was great in her own way, but there was one need she couldn't fulfill, a deeply secret need which Hank had never revealed to anybody.

He couldn't help himself. He was hopelessly attracted to very young girls.

He'd hoped that by marrying, Brenda he'd get over that kinky attraction, but it hadn't worked. Much as he loved Brenda, he was already thinking about teenaged girls again, slender bodies, tight adolescent cunts.

Over the years he'd satisfied his weird urge with prostitutes. He went to the better houses, asked for the very youngest girls. That way he couldn't get into trouble. Messing with ordinary girls under eighteen could lead to jail, but with hookers there was no problem. That wasn't enough any more. He was tired of whores, tired of professionals. He wanted the real thing, a natural normal young girl, a virgin. He knew it meant big trouble, and he was doing his best to put it from his mind. He hoped Brenda would be his salvation, that their sex life would be enough for him. He was getting that kinky urge again, however. It was crazy. Brenda was plenty young enough, ten years younger than him, yet he wanted a girl young enough to - well, to be her daughter. He didn't think of Carla, whom he considered off limits, but he did think of girls twelve and thirteen, girls just emerging from childhood. He thought of how tight their little virgin cunts would be...

Brenda was ready to leave for work. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and she'd be gone till three.

Lousy timing - he was horny again and would have loved to spend the evening in bed with her.

"Well, I'd better go now, darling," she said, kissing him. "Will you do something for me? See that Carla takes a bath. She's so glued to that TV, she forgets sometimes."

"Sure, honey," said Hank. "Do you want me to come pick you up after work?"

"No," said Brenda. "There's no need for you to get up in the middle of the night. I'll just take my old car."

Hank didn't like it. The streets were dangerous in the night. Brenda had been taking care of herself for years, though, and he supposed she could manage a few more times. He kissed her hard.

"Hurry back," he said.

She smiled and left. Hank instantly felt lost without her, aimless. He wandered into the living room where Carla was engrossed in a TV movie. He thought how childish she looked, with her snub nose and freckles and wide green eyes. She was wearing boy's jeans and a big bulky sweatshirt that completely hid her tiny tits.

"When is this program over?" Hank asked.

"About half an hour," said Carla.

She answered without taking her eyes from the screen, where a pair of young lovers were kissing passionately. Hank smiled indulgently and sat down beside her. He was supposed to get her into the bathtub, but he could let her finish watching the movie.

Carla was utterly absorbed in the show, living each moment along with the young heroine. She sighed, got wet-eyed, gasped. Then Hank noticed something else. During a particularly passionate love scene, Carla absentmindedly rubbed her crotch. When she took her hand away, he saw a little dark spot of moisture. The kid was turned on, sexually turned on - and she was only thirteen. Hank felt a wicked flash of interest, then told himself to knock it off. She was just a kid, and she was his new stepdaughter. This was one female he had to forget about.

The movie ended, and Hank said, "You're supposed to take a bath, young lady. Strict orders from your mother."

"Oh, okay," Carla said vaguely.

She was still caught up in the movie. She walked slowly down the hall to the bathroom. She'd never taken a bath in the new house. She went to the tub and found that it had some newfangled kind of faucet with just a dial and a button. She couldn't figure out how to make it work.

"Hank," she called, "Hank, will you come here, please?"

"What's up?" he said, coming into the bathroom.

Carla giggled. "I feel dumb, but I don't know how to work this faucet. I never saw one like it before."

Hank laughed, too, "Neither did I, actually," he said, "but I'm a mechanical genius. I'll figure it out."

He got the water running and adjusted it to a good temperature. He turned to tell Carla it was okay - and saw to his amazement that the girl was taking off her clothes.

She was undressing in front of him without a hint of embarrassment, and she certainly wasn't trying to flirt. Her look was far away, no doubt still on the movie. Hank watched in consternation as she pulled her shirt off over her head, tousling her short curly brown hair.

He gawked at her cute tiny tits and their delicious strawberry-colored nipples. The tiny cones bounced enticingly as they popped from her sweatshirt. Carla tossed the shirt onto the floor and nonchalantly reached for the zipper of her jeans.

Hank remembered a few things Brenda had said about teaching the girl to be natural about her body and how she and Carla often went naked around their apartment. Hank approved, but Brenda's teaching was having unexpected results. Carla apparently thought nothing of stripping in front of her new stepfather, a man she hardly knew. Carla let her jeans fall down to her feet and stepped out of them, wearing only a tiny pair of pink panties. Hank found himself gawking helplessly as the girl took down her panties. She didn't have a single hair on her childish mons. The plump pink lips were naked, pouting.

Hank felt a dizzy wave of lust. He'd never had a girl this young, so young that she didn't even have pussy fur yet. It appealed to him powerfully. He imagined how tight she'd be...

Knock it off, he thought. Get out...

Yes, if he didn't get out of that bathroom, away from temptation, there could be real trouble. He didn't trust himself to be alone with this delicious naked little girl. Already he felt his cock twitching and throbbing with interest...

"Uh, your water's ready, Carla," he said weakly.

"Okay," she said. "Thanks, Hank. Now, I wonder where the soap is? And a washcloth?"

They'd just moved in, and everything was in confusion. Brenda hadn't had time to unpack everything.

"You go ahead and get in the tub," Hank said. "I'll look for the soap and washcloth."

"Right," Carla said obediently.

He watched her get into the tub. As she bent and raised one leg, he had a brief glimpse of her thirteen-year old virgin slit. It was small, dainty, a lovely pink. The mouth of her untried cunt was very small, almost hidden. He was sure now that she'd gotten aroused by the movie because the plump lips of her pussy were wet and gleaming.

He felt another dizzy wave of lust. Christ, how he'd like to get into that tiny virgin pussy of hers...

He forced himself to turn away and search the bathroom cupboards. Soon he found soap, washcloth, and towels, and he brought them over to Carla. She was stretched out in the tub, luxuriating in the warm water.

Her cute little pointed tits just broke the surface of the water, making tiny pink islands. Slightly blurred beneath the water he could see the impish pout of her hairless mons. Her body was small and slim but beginning to develop feminine curves. She'd be a delight to fuck...

Hank put the towel within easy reach and held out the soap and washcloth to Carla. "Here you go," he said, his voice a little husky with longing.

"Thanks," she said, smiling up at him.

Her mouth was round and tiny, her lips naturally rosy-pink. Hank had a brief helpless fantasy of that little mouth closing around the head of his cock, nipping, licking, sucking... Stop it, he thought.

"Hank," she said, "please do me one more favor, if you're not too busy. Would you wash my back? Mom always does that, but she's not here."

Hank swallowed hard. "I'm not too busy," he said.

Carla sat up, her tiny pointed boobs jiggling deliciously. Her back was tan, slim, silky. Hank got soap lather on his hands and began to rub her. Her skin was as soft and slick as a baby's. He thought how delightful it would be to touch her all over...

"Ummm," said Carla, "that feels nice. You do it different from Mom. It really feels good."

Hank managed a nervous laugh. "Well," he said, "besides being a mechanical genius, I'm also an expert masseur."

Carla giggled. "Oh, you bullshitter," she said delightedly.

Hank sighed as he worked his strong hands up and down her satiny back. Here she was: naked and inviting, letting him touch her, and yet he couldn't have her. She was his wife's daughter, she was only thirteen. It was just out of the question.

"Ummmmmm," Carla said again.

She was lulled, tranquilized, by his massage. She leaned back against his hands, letting him stroke her, obviously enjoying it enormously. Hank began to talk to her, wanting to prolong the delicious moments.

"So you're thirteen now, Carla?" he said. "Have you dated any boys yet?"

"Oh, no," she said wistfully, "Mom won't let me. She says I have to wait till I'm sixteen."

"Well, maybe she's right," said Hank. "But you've had nothing to do with boys at all? Not even a kiss?"

"Nope," Carla said, sighing. "I'm dying to know what it's like, thought."

"I'll bet," said Hank.

He could remember when he was her age, how he'd been constantly horny, constantly having to jack off to make his embarrassing hardons go down. He'd been obsessed with sex. Were little girls that way, though? Would a girl Carla's age actually think about fucking?

The answer was yes, but Hank didn't know it. Carla was thinking about it at that moment, remembering what she'd seen through the keyhole. She wanted very much to have that experience, to see what it would be like to take a hard long cock into her body.

She was just wondering how she could get Hank to cooperate...

It wouldn't be easy. Like most grown-ups, he was nervous and uptight when it came to sex. She'd seen how he blew his cool when she got undressed in front of him, and he was blushing as he washed her back. She'd have to take it slow, trick him into it... She just had to learn more about sex, and Hank was the only man around.

He finished with her back and started to move away.

"Ohhh," Carla said in a little cooing voice, "that was so nice, Hank. Would you wash the rest of me, please?" She said it with an innocent smile, looking him right in the eye.

Hank felt himself flushing right down to his toes.

"Wh-why, of course, Carla," he said, almost stammering in his excitement.

Christ, she was asking him to touch her all over. He didn't know if he could control himself, but he just couldn't pass up the experience. He quickly lathered his hands again.

Carla turned around in the tub to face him, offering her cute little pointed tits. She looked utterly unashamed and innocent. Hank felt his hands trembling as he placed them on her shoulders and began to work downward. She was so soft, so nice to touch...

At last he had worked down to her breasts. He slid his hands over them, feeling the firm little cones pressing against his palms. He soaped her plump little jugs well, then began to massage them. Carla flushed with pleasure.

"Oh, that feels really nice," she said.

She was surprised and delighted to discover how good it felt when a man played with her blossoming titties. They were very sensitive, and each time Hank squeezed or rubbed them, she felt hot excitement in her pussy. She thrust her chest forward, pressing her aroused pink-nippled boobs against his palms. He rubbed faster.

"Ohhhhhh, yes," she said, sighing. "I REALLY like that!"

Hank felt her little pink nipples going hard and erect against his palms. Her tiny tits were swelling up with arousal, getting firmer, rounder, hotter. Her excitement sparked his, and he felt his cock suddenly lurch into full erection, straining in the confinement of his pants.

He blushed. Fortunately the side of the tub separated them, and she couldn't see the grotesque bulge of his crotch. She wasn't looking at him, anyhow. Her eyes were blank and glazed with pleasure as he massaged her sensitive little tits.

Better stop that, Hank thought. It could lead to trouble!

Reluctantly he slid his hands down off her fat little boobs and began to wash her ribs and belly. Carla sighed wistfully, no doubt wanting more of his pleasant massage. Hank discreetly skipped her crotch and moved down to wash her legs and feet.

"Hank," she said, "you missed a few places."

He hardly ever blushed, certainly not like this. His rugged face flamed, and he could hardly talk, he was so choked up with lust.

"Oh, yes," he said, "Sorry."

Carla got up on her knees so he could wash her crotch. As far as he could tell, she saw nothing wrong with him touching her there. It was just another part of her body, as far as she was concerned. To Hank, though, it was very different. Touching her little virgin pussy was a helluva lot different from soaping her legs.

He got a big fistful of lather and, with trembling hands, he reached between her slim silky thighs. He felt her young pussy, plump, smooth as satin, and feverishly hot. He began to rub her there, moving his soapy hand slowly back and forth from the tiny wrinkled mouth of her anus to the fat pouting lips of her mons.

Carla sighed loudly. "Oh, that feels nice," she said.

Oh, Christ! thought Hank.

His cock was so hard, so achingly full, he could hardly stand it.

There was nothing he could do about it, either. Even though this delicious little babe was letting him rub her snatch, and grooving on it, he couldn't ball her. She was too young, she was legally his daughter.

"Oooooo," Carla cooed, "oooooo."

It felt wonderful to have Hank rub his soapy slick hand back and forth over her pussy. Dizzying waves of pleasure washed over her body, and she felt her cunt getting hot and wet. Following her natural instincts she began to rub her horny little pussy back and forth over his hand. That felt even better.

"OH, HANK," she said, gasping, "THAT FEELS... GREAT."

Hank didn't trust himself to speak. He could feel her tiny teenaged snatch growing fiery hot from his rubbing, and then he felt the steamy trickle of her cunt cream on his hand. He was getting her horny, no doubt about it. He felt like a dirty old man, yet he just couldn't bring himself to stop.

Carla swayed dizzily, cooing and squealing with delight. She put her little hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her eyes rolled wildly, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. More scalding juices burst from her aroused pussy to soak his hand.

Hank felt himself losing control. He couldn't seem to suppress his wicked instincts, his desire to turn her on. He worked his soapy hand forward, then wriggled one finger inside the searing plump lips of her mons. He touched her tiny, hot clit and began to rub it.

"OOOOOO!" Carla squealed.

She was delighted. Hank was touching that funny little button, the one that had given her so much pleasure when she'd touched herself there. It felt even better when he did it. She was creaming steadily now, rubbing her horny little snatch against his hand. She dug her nails into his shoulders, cooing: "Ummm, ummm, ngh, ooohhh, ummmmm!"

Hank saw that the girl was completely lost in sensual pleasure. He was miserably conscious that he was frigging his own teenaged stepdaughter, but he couldn't seem to stop. Her excitement fed his. His cock was drooling in his pants now, hard and ready.

He kept on rubbing her tiny hot clit, making her squeal and moan with pleasure, and he worked another finger up the tiny squeezing mouth of her cunt. He didn't get far. There was a barrier there, the taut membrane of her hymen. When he touched it, Carla winced. He knew it hurt her, so he withdrew. He'd found out, though, that her virgin cunt was every bit as tight as he'd dreamed...

Working farther back with his slick soapy finger, he touched the bumpy little mouth of her anus. He rimmed it a few times and saw Carla blush with pleasure. She liked to be touched there, he could tell.

He popped the slick tip of his finger into her hot tight little asshole.

"UHHH," Carla said, moaning. "Oh, yeah, I like that."

Sweating in his excitement, Hank worked his finger all the way up her incredibly narrow asshole. "EEE-i-i-i-e-e-e!" The girl squealed with delight. He worked his finger wickedly in and out of her searing slick rectum, and she creamed furiously into his hand. He kept rubbing her clit, too, giving her double stimulation.

Carla thought she would faint with pleasure. Hank was rimming and rubbing her horny little clit, plus working his finger swiftly up and down the aroused narrow passage of her bumhole. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly she was shrieking as she felt her body burst with a powerful orgasm.

"Oooooo!" she wailed. "OOOOOO! WH-WHAT? WHAT'S HAPPENING-G-G!?!"

Hank felt her tiny bumhole squeezing his finger, felt the fiery rush of juice from her cunt. There was no doubt he was making her cum. He felt deeply ashamed of himself. He had no business diddling this little girl, frigging his own young stepdaughter. He thought of Brenda and how she'd trusted him with the child. He hated himself.

He snatched his hand away from her burning crotch and stood up. "Carla," he said hoarsely, "you can, uh, finish your bath alone. I've got some papers to work on."

"Okay, Hank," she said, sighing. "Thanks for washing me."

He turned beet red and ran out of the room. Carla shrugged. Grownups sure were funny. She couldn't understand why he wanted to stop when they were having such a good time, but perhaps she could get him to do it again soon.

Brenda hadn't wanted to leave the house and go to work. She never wanted to enter the club again. She wanted to spend all her time with Hank. It seemed silly to forfeit her paycheck, though, so she reluctantly showed up at the Red Dragon where she'd worked as a cocktail waitress for the past few years.

It was a week night and rather slow, just a few quiet drunks sitting at tables. Brenda took her time about appearing on the floor. There was a special room in back where the girls kept their coats and sometimes came for a smoke and a breather. She entered the room, hung up her coat, and lit a cigarette.

Her friend Lillian came in, popping her chewing gum, and gave her usual greeting, "Hy-ya, kid."

Lillian was a tall, very stacked blonde. On her the bright red club costume looked spectacular. Men were always pawing her on the floor, but Lillian also possessed a stunning punch to the jaw that discouraged anyone who got out of line. She picked her dates - they didn't pick her.

"Hi, Lillian," said Brenda. "How are you?"

"Tired," said Lillian, lighting a Marlboro. "I wish I had your luck. I'd like to marry some rich dude and get out of this racket. Every day there's a new hassle. Now we got this new owner - "

"New owner?" said Brenda. "I didn't hear about that."

"It happened while you were on your honeymoon," said Lillian. "The old guy, Mr. Green, sold out. He was tired. The new guy is called Denton. He takes over tonight. We'll probably have to learn a whole new routine."

"I suppose," said Brenda. "I'm glad I'll only be here a few more days."

There was a knock at the door. It was Louis, the bartender. "The new boss wants to see you, Brenda," he said. "In the office."

"I wonder what for?" said Brenda. "I'm quitting on Friday."

She went to the office and found a very attractive young man sitting behind the desk. He was a little too slick-looking for her taste - longish black hair, thick mustache, Italian suit and big flowery tie, rings all over his fingers - but she couldn't deny that he had even features and a nice build.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Eddie Denton. I'd like to talk to you, Brenda." He gestured her to a chair with a wave of his thin black cigar.

Brenda sat down. She didn't like the way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his dark eyes. "I hope you know, Mister Denton," she said, "that I'm only working till Friday. I just got married, and I've given my notice."

Denton's glittery brown eyes rested on the ripe creamy cleavage of her breasts. "Yeah," he said, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about. They tell me you're the very best waitress. I wouldn't wanta lose you. How about staying on - with a raise? I'll make it worth your while."

Brenda sighed. It figured. She'd been pleading for a raise for years, and now it came when she didn't need it.

"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said pleasantly, "but I don't need to work any more. My husband is very well off. I'm sure Lillian can help you, though. She knows as much as I do."

"Yeah," said Denton, still ogling her tits, "but she ain't as sexy as you are. She's too old. I need a drawing card like you, baby. I'll double your salary. Whaddya say?"

Brenda stood up. She didn't like this man, didn't like the way he stared at her body or the way he talked to her. She said as politely as she could, "No. I'm sorry, I'm not interested. If you'll excuse me, I have to go to work."

Denton looked angry, but she didn't stay around to hear what else he had to say. She was glad she was quitting soon. Old Mr. Green had been polite, even courtly, to the girls. Denton was repulsive. He'd looked at her like she was just a cunt on legs, an object to be exploited.

The night continued slow, and Brenda found herself standing around with nothing to do. She couldn't help thinking about Hank and how wonderful it would be to be home now in bed with him. She grew hot and horny at the very thought. She imagined his wonderful thick cock sliding into her - and she felt a scalding burst of juice in the crotch of her panties.

Oh-oh, she thought, I better get busy.

To take her mind off her agonizing horniness, she went behind the bar and started washing some glasses for Louis. Irresistibly, though, she drifted back to her thoughts of Hank and his fantastic lovemaking. She could hardly wait to get home and climb into bed with him. If he was asleep, she'd pump his cock... She was so lost in her horny fantasy that she forgot the world around her.

From behind, somebody slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties.

Brenda gasped and straightened up from the sink. The thick hot finger tickled deliciously over her swollen wet pussy, inching up into her greedy nipping cunt. For a moment she lost control of herself, thrusting her hips back to meet the thrusting finger, taking it far up her famished pussy. She moaned softly.

Then she came to her senses, remembering that she was standing at the bar in the club. She could hardly let whoever-it-was frig her in front of the customers. She jerked her hips forward and the finger slipped out of her panties.

Brenda turned around and saw Louis the bartender, a big, balding guy, winking at her.

"Louis," she said, blushing furiously, "where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?"

He grinned. "It's because you're leaving, Brenda. I always wanted to cop a feel, and I figured this was my last chance."

Brenda had to laugh. Louis was a nice guy, a buddy, and he was just putting her on. She felt a little ashamed, though, of how aroused she'd gotten just from feeling his finger up her box. My God, she must really be horny... All the more reason to get home to Hank.

At quitting time, Denton called her into his office again.

Brenda was tired, dying to get home, and she could have screamed with impatience. She walked briskly into the office and found Denton lounging behind his desk. She began to think that the long thin black cigar was part of his face. When he saw her, he sat up straight and grinned, his eyes making a quick sweep of her body in the skimpy red costume.

"Yes, Mister Denton?" she said briskly. "You wanted to see me?"

"Just to see if you've changed your mind about my offer," he said. "In fact, I'll make it even better. I've been thinking of having a go-go dancer and a small band. I'll make you the dancer, Brenda, and I'll triple your salary. You won't have to peddle drinks any more."

Brenda sighed. It was the kind of opportunity she'd always dreamed of during those ten long years of grubbing for a living - and now she didn't need it.

"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said. "A week ago I would have jumped at the chance, but now I don't need the money. If you'll excuse me, I want to get home to my husband."

"Wait," said Denton.

He got out of his chair and strode to the door, standing in front of it, blocking her way. "I might as well level with you," he said. "There's a chance to make a lot more money than just triple your salary. Besides dancing, I'd want you to entertain my preferred customers. I want only beautiful girls with class - that's why you'll do and Lillian won't. In other words, baby, I'm putting in call girls. There's no limit to what you could make, sometimes over a hundred bucks a trick. You better think about it."

Brenda slowly reddened. So that was how he regarded her - as a potential whore.

"I don't need to think about it," she said icily. "You'll have to find yourself another girl."

Denton's handsome face twisted into a cruel leer. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You're too good for that kind of work. You don't do naughty things like sleep with men."

"Please get out of my way, Mister Denton," Brenda said. "Our talk is over. I want to go home."

She tried to push past him, but he seized her wrist and held it painfully tight.

"Our talk may be over," he said, "but our action ain't. You turned me on the minute I saw you, doll. Why don't you stick around awhile, have a drink with me?"

Brenda eyed him coldly. First he'd insulted her by offering her a job as a hooker, and now he wanted to treat her like one.

"Let me go," she hissed. "I want to go home."

He glared at her. "You're just too good for everything, aren't you?" he said. "Quit bullshittin' me, baby. Don't tell me that all the time you've worked here you haven't laid anybody. Don't tell me you didn't take a few customers home."

Brenda's face flamed. It was true, to her chagrin, that on a few occasions she'd taken men home from the club. Sometimes she'd gotten so unbearably horny she just had to.

"I'm only human," she said. "I've gone home with a few men, yes. But I picked them."

Denton laughed harshly. "And you're not picking me," he said, is that it?"

"That's it," said Brenda. She was going to waste no more time being polite to this creep. The only thing that would stop him was a direct rejection - or a Sherman tank.

"Don't be too hasty," he said. "Lots of chicks think I'm pretty good in the hay."

"I'm sure they do," said Brenda wearily, "but you're not my type."

He bent her arm cruelly behind her back. "Baby," he said, "I got a feeling anything with a cock is your type."

She raised her arm to hit him in the face, but he laughed and pushed her back hard. Brenda stumbled and sat down on the floor. He was strong - and she was frightened.

"Please let me out of this room," she said. "My husband will be worried about me, wondering why I'm late."

"Sure," said Denton, "I'll let you out, on one condition. If you want out, you let me ball you."

Brenda glanced at his crotch. His fancy Italian suit was grossly tented at the fly. He meant business. She began to think fast. If she could throw him off his guard, just for a second, she could get out the door. The night cleaning crew would be there, and he wouldn't dare bother her in front of witnesses.

"All right," she said, faking a meek voice, "but make it fast. I want to get home."

Denton grinned. The bastard did have perfect teeth.

"That's more like it," he said. "You bet I'll make it fast. I'm damn near ready to cum right now. I don't know what it is, Brenda, but of all the girls, you're the only one that appeals to me."

Lucky me, Brenda thought dryly.

She started to take off her costume. She hated to undress in front of this creep and his leering eyes, but she figured it would distract him and give her a chance to run for the door. She gave him a slight smile as she tossed her red cowboy hat into a chair. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and slowly took down her red net stockings.

Denton grinned and moved closer to watch her. He was now about three feet from the door, but he still blocked her way.

Giving him her sexiest smile, Brenda reached behind herself and unhooked the red-fringed bra-top of her costume. Denton's glittery brown eyes widened in anticipation. Slowly she let the bra drop down over the jutting points of her full breasts.

Her big creamy boobs popped into view, the light brown nipples taut and pointed. The huge globes quivered delicately. Denton was breathing so loud she could hear him, and his dark face flushed in horny appreciation as he gawked at her out sized breasts.

"Oh, man," he said, "you really oughtta reconsider what I said about dancing. I mean, as a topless dancer, you'd make this place famous. With tits that size, we'd have a full house every night."

Brenda shuddered. It repulsed her to think of getting up in front of a leering crowd of men to display her naked, obscenely jiggling tits. Denton's remark gave her an idea, though. There might be another way to distract him from the door.

"Well, I'm not the greatest dancer in the world," she said modestly. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, you wouldn't have to be a good dancer," Denton said, chuckling, "not with tits like that. You'd just move your body around a little to some music. Here, I'll show you what I had in mind." He crossed quickly to his desk and switched on a radio. Rock music filled the room. "Just move around to that," he said

Brenda obeyed. She swayed and undulated her body to the music, making sure her breasts moved as much as possible. The big melon-shaped tits swayed, bounced, and jiggled. Denton leaned against his desk watching her, his eyes glued to her lewdly dancing tits. He was plainly delighted and fascinated.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "you're a natural...

Brenda grinned at him. As she went on dancing, she moved, slowly but steadily toward the door.

"Yeah," Denton said, "perfect. See, you wouldn't really have to dance. You got the idea already - just move your tits a lot. The customers'll be watching that. They won't even notice the music."

Brenda smiled sweetly and reached behind her and touched the doorknob. She twisted it. The door was locked. Panic-stricken, she whirled it open.

"You lousy CUNT!" snarled Denton.

He sprang across the room and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away from the door. Before she could regain her balance, he pushed her to the floor.

"All right," he said angrily, "let's quit kidding around. You want out of here, and I wanta get laid. It's that simple. Take off those panties and give me a quick fuck - then you can go home."

Brenda glared at him. Her body belonged to Hank exclusively, and she wasn't going to let this creep touch her.

"I'm through playing games, too," she said. "Id rather ball a snake. Let me out of here, or the police are going to hear about this."

Denton slapped her hard across the face. Brenda fell back, stunned, and he was beside her, ripping off the skimpy red panties of her costume. He rolled her roughly onto her back and jerked her legs open.

She was still dizzy from the blow and couldn't seem to coordinate her movements. She lay there with her legs spread, her bright scarlet slit exposed to his hungry eyes. Denton was rapidly unzipping his fly. She saw him bring out a stiff, dull-red cock.

"Women don't say no to me," he said harshly.

He dropped to his knees, between her legs, and started to let himself down on her. Brenda recovered enough to scream and roll to the side. Denton cursed and wrestled her back into position beneath him. He dropped heavily onto her, and she felt the hard burning line of his erect prick against her soft belly.

"Noooooo," she said, "please, let me go...

"I will," he said, panting, "as soon as I ball you. Now hold still, dammit. All I want is a quick fuck. You're no goddamn virgin. It ain't gonna hurt."

He didn't understand. He was soiling her, tainting her, for Hank. She didn't want to go home to her husband with another man's cum in her belly. She wept and fought, pushing at his shoulders, trying to scratch his face with her long painted nails.

"Fuckin' bitch," Denton said.

He seized her arms and pinned them at her sides. He was cruelly strong. Brenda whimpered and tried to roll out from under him, but he was too heavy. He managed to get his swollen hot dick between her legs, and she felt it poking painfully in the tender tissues of her pussy, blindly seeking her cunt.

"Come on, baby, come on," Denton said huskily, "let me in."

"Noooooo," Brenda said, "I don't want you... Please, don't do-OOOHHH!!!"

His sudden entrance caught her by surprise. He managed to wedge the thick swollen head of his cock in the moist little mouth of her box, and then he pushed hard. He penetrated her fully with one brutal shove. She felt herself stuffed breathless with his thick meat - and wracked by a sudden blast of pleasure.

"Yeah, YEAH," Denton gasped, starting to jerk his cock swiftly in her moist narrow sheath. "Oh, baby, you are TIGHT!!!"

Brenda moaned and went limp beneath him. She'd had no idea it was going to feel so good. She'd been starved for sex for years, and her shameless pussy didn't discriminate between cocks. She loved Hank, but her body would accept anyone... Wild pleasure rocked her, and her cunt began to cream hot loads of juice all around Denton's thick stroking meat.

"Uhhhhhh," she whined.

Denton saw her lovely face twisting into a horny grimace, felt her scalding cream steaming around his pumping dick. He grinned vilely. "Dig it, baby," he said, panting, "yeah, take it... I knew you'd like it."

Brenda didn't even hear him. She'd been so horny all that long dull evening at the club, that her body was responding violently to his swift deep fucking. She let her long legs fall obscenely open to him, wanting his cock all the way to her womb. She began to gurgle and squeal and moan her pleasure. As Denton got carried away and fucked her ever faster and harder, her soft cries changed to hoarse shouts of delight.

"Yes, YES," she wailed, "FUCK ME, BALL MEEEEEE... Oh, God, YES!!!"

Then her body seemed to explode with a gigantic climax. She rocked with it, wailing, for what seemed like long minutes, till at last she felt the steamy flood of Denton's cum inside her. His prick grew limp and small, slipping out of her. She sighed.

Dizzily she watched him get to his feet and zip up his pants. He was grinning lewdly at her.

"Look, doll," he said, "you can't fool me any more. I know what you're really like. You're perfect for that job. Not only would you be a great topless dancer, but you're a born whore."

Brenda moaned and ran out of the room. Putting on her street clothes, she could hardly hold back her tears of shame. How could she have let that animal touch her? How could she have cheated on her wonderful new husband? Maybe Denton was right. Maybe she was just no good.

After leaving Carla in the bathtub, Hank went to the master bedroom and tried to regain control of himself. He was appalled at what he'd just done - and at what he'd almost done.

He had diddled an innocent thirteen-year old girl, made her cum with his finger. That was bad enough. It was even worse that the girl was his new wife's daughter, his stepdaughter, a child he was supposed to protect and educate. Some education he'd given her... Worst of all was what he hadn't done, what he'd only thought. He'd wanted to ball that little kid so damned bad...

All his adult life he'd been attracted to very young girls, girls just beginning to sprout tits, girls still in pigtails and braces. He wasn't proud of the fact, but he was beginning to realize that he was stuck with it. He couldn't get over his fixation on young teenaged girls.

What he had to do, then, was leave Carla out of it. Carla was off limits, forbidden. He simply couldn't do such a thing to her or to Brenda. Only a monster would fuck his own daughter. If it got too bad, he could start seeing whores again, requesting the very youngest girls, but he must keep his hands off Carla.

Hank felt better after making this decision. He was still pretty ashamed of himself for his behavior in the bathroom, but at least he would behave from now on. He owed that much to Brenda. She couldn't help it if he was hopelessly promiscuous, if he had this sick attraction to little kids. He must take care never to let her know about it.

Hank undressed and lay down on the bed, too hot with frustration and anxiety to wear pajamas or get under the covers. He was mulling over his problems as he drifted off, leaving the light on. He had intended to stay awake till Brenda got home, so they could make love, but it was very late...

Carla finished her bath and went to bed, but after a few hours she woke up suddenly. She'd been having a very strange dream. In the dream Hank was rubbing her body again, but this time without soap. They were on a bed, and he was making her feel so good. She wanted him to do more of it, to put his hand between her legs again, but just as he was about to, she woke up.

She sat up in bed, blinking. Her crotch seemed fiery hot and itchy. She was very wet down there, too. She ached to be stroked as Hank had done to her in the bathtub. Having watched her parents through the keyhole, she had learned some words for her dilemma, acquired a small vocabulary of sex. She was horny. She wanted to cum.

She sighed and lay back in bed, running her hands over her silky slim body. It was too hot for a nightgown. She slid her hand over the plump pout of her little hairless mons, wriggled a finger inside the steamy lips, and touched the hard button of her clit.

She began to rub it. "Ummm," she murmured.

She'd made herself cum this way once, when she was spying on Hank and Brenda. It might be a good idea to do it again and relieve her horniness. Then she could go back to sleep.

Carla rubbed briskly and steadily over the moist lump of her little clit, but it wasn't nearly as much fun as when Hank did it. He knew some really fun tricks. She remembered, with a horny sigh, how he'd wriggled his finger up her little tight asshole and what a turn-on that had been. He had a special way of rubbing her clit, too, that was much better than her own inexperienced technique.

Sighing with longing and frustration, Carla got out of bed. She would check on Hank, see if she could persuade him to bring her off again. She ached for it.

There was a connecting bathroom between her room and the master bedroom. Carla went in and silently opened the door. She saw Hank lying in the middle of the huge bed, on his back. He'd gone to sleep with the light on. He was naked.

Carla couldn't resist the opportunity to observe him unhindered. She could get a really good long look at his mysterious male body. She tiptoed over to the side of the bed and gawked at him. As before, when she looked through the keyhole, he seemed incredibly hairy to her. There was that thick mat of curls on his broad chest, a curly line running from chest to crotch, and then that big bush of grey and black all around his cock.

This time, though, she wasn't turned off by it. It seemed highly masculine to her, exciting, to be so hairy. It wasn't her main concern anyway. Her wide green eyes quickly shifted to the thing that attracted her most, the limp rosy worm of his cock.

Even when it was small like that, it seemed huge to the inexperienced girl. She bent closer for a better look. His cock lay drowsily on his belly, wrinkled and fat and curled. Below it sagged his large testicles, also wrinkled and dull rose. Carla couldn't decide if the whole thing was ugly or exciting - maybe both.

In any case, looking was no longer enough. She had a powerful desire to touch him, to find out just how a cock felt. Her little pussy was achingly horny, spurring her on to do crazy things. Maybe if she played with him, got him excited - like Brenda did - he'd play with her...

As carefully and quietly as she could, Carla climbed onto the bed and crawled between Hank's hairy outstretched legs. He murmured something in his sleep but didn't wake up. She crawled closer, till her knees were almost touching his balls. She could feel their radiating warmth.

Slowly she stretched her little hand out towards his cock. She prayed he wouldn't wake up right away. She wanted a moment to explore. She laid her hand softly on his prick. It felt very warm, and she could feel it throbbing against her palm. She rubbed it very gently, and she found that she liked the loose silky texture of the skin.

Again Hank mumbled something but remained asleep. Carla breathed a sigh of relief. She curled her little short fingers around his limp, fat cock - she could barely get her fingers around it. She liked holding the warm doughy thing in her fist. She began to pump it like she'd seen Brenda doing. It felt funny but nice.

Hank had been deeply asleep, and when he first felt someone touching his cock, he didn't open his eyes. It took him a minute to get oriented, to remember where he was and what day it was. He smiled as he got it all into place. He'd been waiting for Brenda and had fallen asleep. She'd come home, and the sexy imp was playing with his cock, trying to wake him up for some fun and games.

He was more than ready. He'd gotten powerfully horny while playing with Carla in the bathroom. He decided to tease Brenda a little first, though. He'd pretend not to wake up, just let her go on fooling with his prick. When she got him hard, he'd have a nice surprise for her...

He lay back with his eyes closed, murmuring occasionally, faking deep sleep. Her little hand was tight and hot around his limp prick, pumping it almost daintily. He decided not to "wake up" for that amateurish stuff. He wanted more action.

Carla was pleased when Hank didn't wake up right away. She was having fun, touching a cock for the first time. She began to note details, like the thick dull blue veins of his shaft and the dark slitted mouth on the big knobby head of his prick. She still couldn't understand how Brenda could take such a big thing inside her body, but she knew her mother had enjoyed it enormously.

If it was that much fun, Carla wanted to try it, too.

She understood that Hank's cock had to be hard before it could go into her. This limp floppy thing wouldn't go anywhere. The question was, how to make it hard? Then she remembered what Brenda had done. She recalled her mother getting on her knees in front of Hank, picking up his cock, licking it. Hank had gotten hard fast when Brenda did that.

Carla decided to try it, too. She bent low over his curly crotch and stuck out her tiny pink, wet tongue. She placed the tip lightly on the knobby purple head of his dick, not really sure she was going to enjoy this game. She licked timidly.

He tasted nice, kind of salty. Carla began to lick with more enthusiasm. She tickled her little tongue eagerly up and down the limp warm shaft of his cock, then around and around the fat purple head. Again Hank murmured in his sleep.

That was better, he thought. She couldn't expect him to get aroused if she just pumped his cock with her fist. Brenda knew better than that. Already, after only a few days of marriage, she knew what turned him on. She knew he loved to have his cock licked.

What he liked even better was to get blown, but he'd sensed Brenda's reluctance on that point. He'd asked her about it, and she'd said she'd never done it. He would wait awhile on that. He wanted her to do it, but he'd wait till the right moment.

Meanwhile her wet slick little tongue tickled deliciously all over the soft sensitive surface of his meat. He was enjoying it enormously. After a moment she went exploring, running her velvety tongue down onto his balls, tickling and lapping and lashing them. That felt nice, too.

When her juicy little tongue skidded swiftly up his cock again and circled the sensitive cockhead, digging into the hole, he got very definitely interested-so interested that he got hard. He felt his prick twitch, then lengthen and fatten.

Carla drew back in surprise. She'd been carried away licking him, exploring his cock and balls with her tongue, and had forgotten that her aim was to get him hard. When it happened, she watched in astonishment. His limp cock twitched, pushing against her tongue, and then began to rise up, pointing at the ceiling. It grew hugely thick and taut and swollen. The veins stood out.

As Carla watched, wide-eyed, a big bubble of juice came from the slit mouth of his cockhead and dribbled down his swollen shaft. Acting on impulse, she bent down again and licked it up. It tasted nice. She looked at his cockhead hole again, waiting for more juice, and when the next bubble appeared, she dug her little pink tongue tip into the hole and lapped up the bright droplet before it could run off.

"Awwwwww," Hank said, sighing.

He couldn't suppress that sigh of bliss when she unexpectedly wriggled her tongue into his cockhead hole. That always got to him. She kept it up, reaming out his juice, eating it, making him writhe and sigh with pleasure. He decided it was time to "wake up". If he didn't, he was going to squirt his cum right in her pretty face...

"Baby," he said, "I hope you've got your clothes off, because you're gonna get fucked."

He expected a gasp of surprise or delight, but there was no sound. Brenda must be getting more sophisticated. He grinned and reached out for her, his eyes still closed.

Carla was grinning delightedly. Hank was going to fuck her, show her what it was like, and she hadn't even had to talk to him. It had been much easier than she'd expected.

Carla had no idea that Hank meant Brenda, not her. He reached out and ran his hands up and down her sleek warm sides, caressing her. Carla almost purred aloud. Her little box was hot and creamy, ready for her first experiment with sex. She waited for Hank to show her what to do next. He ran his big warm hands down over her shoulders, onto her little pointed tits-and froze. Those weren't Brenda's tits, not in a million years. Brenda had big heavy jugs that overflowed his hands. These delicate little boobs were lost under his palms. He opened his eyes fast.

Carla was kneeling between his legs, smiling expectantly at him. Hank's hands seemed frozen in place over her tits. He couldn't move or speak. He was, frankly, shocked.

"Go ahead, Hank," she said innocently, "fuck me. You said you were going to."

"Carla?" he said dazedly, finding his voice at last. "What the hell? How did you get here?"

She sighed impatiently. "I came in to see if you'd play with me again. You know, like you did in that bathtub. I'm just dying for it, Hank. Anyhow, you were asleep, so I figured out a way to wake you up." She giggled, apparently proud of herself.

Hank moaned. "Carla," he said, "you don't understand. I can't fuck you. I shouldn't even be touching you. It's not right for fathers to do it with daughters."

Carla couldn't understand why, but she had a reply ready, and as she gave it, she put her hand on his cock. "I'm not really your daughter," she said.

Hank flinched with sudden pleasure as she began rubbing his erect swollen meat, but he forced himself to continue the discussion.

"Carla, honey," he said urgently, "it's still not right. I'm way too old for you, and even if I'm not your real father, I'm supposed to act like a father toward you. Also your mother would be very hurt and upset if she found out about this."

"She doesn't have to know," said Carla. "Hank, please, let's forget all that and just have some fun. I'm dying to know how it feels to fuck. Please show me, Hank. I think you want it, too."

He moaned again. Want it? He wanted to fuck her so badly, he could have yelled. His fixation on little girls had never been closer to fulfillment. Those young whores he'd had weren't really that young. They were seventeen and eighteen-year olds dressed like younger girls. He hadn't been fooled. He still wanted the real thing, a tiny virgin cunt just twelve or thirteen years old...

He couldn't fuck Brenda's daughter, though. It was just too sick.

"Carla, no," he said firmly. "It wouldn't be right. Now you go back to bed. I don't want to talk about this again."

Carla pouted. She was convinced that adults were crazy. Hank's cock was hard and drooling, and as she rubbed it, he writhed with pleasure - yet he wouldn't fuck her. It was silly. There was no point in arguing with him. She'd have to convince him some other way.

She bent over him and swished her wet hot little tongue rapidly around the achingly swollen head of his cock.

"Ohhh, Jesus," Hank said.

He damned near came. He wanted her so badly...

Carla raised her head and said in a pleading voice, "Hank, please, I'm sooo horny."

SHE was horny? Hell, he was about to shoot his wad all the way to the ceiling. He couldn't wait for Brenda to come home and take care of him. He had to get some relief now.

"Look, honey," he said shakily, "I won't fuck you. It's wrong. But there is a way we can help each other out. Here, I'll show you."

Carla was disappointed. She really wanted to find out what fucking was like. She wasn't going to argue with him, though. At this point she was so desperately horny, she'd settle for anything.

Hank lifted her up easily. She weighed less than a hundred pounds. He turned her around so that she straddled him with her cute little butt practically in his face. He had a full view of her young virgin slit, a narrow line of delicate pink flesh. He felt her warm moist breath on his erect cock.

"Okay, honey," he said, "now what I want you to do is take my cock in your mouth, as far as it'll go. Suck on it. Meanwhile I'll be doing nice things to you."

"Okay, Hank," she said innocently.

It seemed a weird thing to do, but she was eager to please him. If she was nice to him, he'd do nice things to her. Carla opened her little mouth and brought it down over the hot wet head of his cock. It was very thick, stretching her lips almost painfully as she moved down on it. She took in about half of his long stiff dick, till the drooling tip touched her throat.

It tasted nice, and she liked having it in her mouth. She began to suck on it, clumsily at first, then with increasing speed and skill. She really dug sucking that long fleshy pole. Her saliva boiled around him as she got more excited.

Then she felt the wet rough tip of his tongue tickling her little joy button. It felt so great, she squealed - a muffled sound because her mouth was stuffed with his thick cock. Hank tickled and lashed and licked her funny little bump, making hey moan and writhe with pleasure.

"UMM," she said.

Her pussy juice squirted in his face, scalding and thick. Hank hardly noticed it. He was tonguing her tiny pink clit mechanically, keeping up his part of the deal, but his whole being was concentrated on his cock. Carla's tight wet silky mouth was zipping up and down his swollen sensitive meat, melting his body with pleasure.

It felt fantastic, and he could hardly help reflecting how quickly and willingly she'd started blowing him, in contrast to her more prudish mother. Dammit, if the kid could suck his cock, Brenda could damn well do it, too.

He'd worry about that later, though. Right now he was having the time of his life and he needed no distractions. Just the thought of a horny little thirteen-year old girl sucking his cock was driving him wild. He could hardly keep from cumming.

He worked fast and expertly, wanting to bring her off so he could shoot his load. He dug his thick slick tongue up her virgin cunt, all the way to her thick hymen. He wriggled his tongue in her, and Carla gave a muffled squeal of pleasure.

He knew she was cumming when he felt her tiny hot box squeezing his tongue and her little body rocking violently above him. She moaned and shook, and her cunt cream boiled abundantly around his probing tongue.

As soon as her spasms had passed, Hank let himself go, yelping blissfully as he shot his load into her mouth. The kid gamely swallowed it all...

Carla was surprised when the thick load of juice shot into her mouth, but she liked the taste of it and eagerly swallowed it. Then Hank's cock shriveled up and slipped from her mouth, and she guessed that he had cum, too.

"Oh, Hank," she said eagerly, "that was a blast! Let's do it again."

Hank laughed incredulously, but stopped as he felt her sucking in his limp meat and mouthing it greedily. The kid was serious. She wanted to do it again right away. That was fine with him. This sexy little babe, half woman and half child, really turned him on. He got quickly hard again with her hot wet sucking.

They heard the front door closing.

"Oh, Jesus," Hank said, "your MOTHER!"

Carla was out of bed like a shot, escaping through the connecting bathroom. Hank quickly got under the covers - but there was no way he could hide the lewd tent made by his erect aching prick...

Before he could think how to hide his huge erection, Brenda came into the room. "Hi, sweetheart," he said lamely.

Brenda gawked at the lewd way his stiff cock tented the sheets and bedcover. Then she giggled.

"Well," she said, "I see you waited up for me in more ways than one."

"Yeah," said Hank. "Why don't you come to bed?"

"In just a moment, darling," said Brenda, hurrying toward the bathroom. "I have to pee like crazy."

She closed the door behind her and got her douche bag out of the cabinet. What she really had to do was get Denton's cum out of her pussy before she went near Hank. The whole episode seemed like a nightmare to her now. How could she have fucked that creep?

She could have wept with shame. Hank was such a good man, and already she'd been unfaithful to him. Meanwhile Hank was sitting in bed scornfully contemplating his huge cockstand. What kind of shit was he, anyhow? Brenda was a wonderful girl, a fine wife, and he'd just been fooling around with her thirteen-year old daughter. He'd even made the kid blow him and eat his cum. He felt like a complete rat.

Brenda douched and took a shower before coming to bed. When she walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her, Hank's eyes lit up. Poor man, he certainly had a hardon. She wondered how long he'd been sitting there like that, aching for her. Things would be a lot better once she was able to quit working.

Brenda stood by the bed, brushing her long gleaming brown hair. "How was your evening?" she said. "Did you get Carla to take a bath?"

Hank hoped he wasn't blushing. "Yeah," he said as casually as he could. "She had a bath, we watched TV, went to bed early. How about you? Hard night at the club?"

Brenda lowered her eyes. She could still feel Denton's rock-hard cock pounding in her. "No, nothing much," she said. "We have a new owner. I don't like him much."

"No problem," said Hank. "You'll be quitting in just a few days."

He watched her brushing her hair. Each time she raised her arm, her gorgeous big creamy breasts almost popped from the towel, and the towel hitched up to show the round bottom of her butt and the wispy fringe of her brown snatch. His cock ached with need. That little imp Carla had gotten him powerfully aroused just as Brenda arrived.

He reached out and pulled the towel off her.

"HANK," she said, giggling.

He ogled her ripe young body, the big pointed breasts, the nipples the color of coffee and cream, and the gleaming furry brown triangle of her mons. Brenda's superb figure made her daughter look like a starved refugee. He was crazy to want anyone else.

"Come to bed," he said hoarsely.

Brenda dropped the brush and got into bed. She felt terribly guilty about fucking Denton and wanted to do everything she could to please Hank. It was as though she were making it up to him, even though he didn't know about it. She cuddled next to him, kissing him passionately, working her hot little tongue in his mouth.

Hank embraced her just as fiercely, because he felt just as guilty. He could imagine how horrified Brenda would be to learn that he'd practically seduced her thirteen-year old daughter. Somehow he had to make up for that.

"Darling," Brenda said warmly, "I missed you so much tonight. I want to please you. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."

Hank was powerfully tempted to take her up on that. He loved to have his cock sucked, and he'd missed out on a second blow job when Brenda interrupted him and Carla. He knew Brenda wasn't wild about the idea of going down on him, but she had to learn sometime. He insisted that his wife master THAT accomplishment.

"Well, baby," he said, running his hands up and down her sleek warm body, "there is something I'd really dig. The thing I like best of all."

"Tell me," Brenda said eagerly. "I'll do anything you like, Hank."

"Brenda," he said, stroking her tits, "I'd really like it if you went down on me. If you blew me."

She hesitated just a moment while she struggled to conceal her dismay. She really hated the thought of sucking a cock, eating cum - but she was full of guilt and feeling like she ought to please him. She'd have to do it.

"Of course, darling," she said.

Hank was pleased. He hadn't noticed her distress and had expected an argument.

"That's great, baby," he said. "I've been hoping for this for a long time."

Brenda pulled back the covers to expose his erect dick. It seemed especially long and thick to her tonight, a menacing rosy pole of flesh. To her frightened eyes his big purple cockhead looked as large as a doorknob. It was drooling sticky bright cream.

She thought of taking that huge long thing in her mouth, and she was terrified. She tried to be sexually enlightened, but she remembered things her prudish mother had told her long ago, about sex being dirty, men being animals. The thought of sucking a man's cock repulsed her.

Please, she thought, let me do it without choking...

Hank was her man. She loved him and wanted to please him. She tried not to think of anything else as she bent low over him and touched her lips to his hot hard cock head.

She began by licking him, which she knew he enjoyed, and which she enjoyed, too. Somehow that didn't seem as wicked as taking his prick in her mouth. She ran her steamy little tongue swiftly up and down the rigid blue-veined shaft of his dick, and Hank sighed loudly.

He lay back enjoying himself, letting her do the work. He felt a little guilty about having the mother do what the daughter had just done, but he was also curious to see if Brenda would do it as well as Carla.

That little Carla was amazing. She'd never even seen a cock before, and in just minutes she'd learned to give an expert blow job. She worked with real enthusiasm, too. Brenda would find it a hard act to follow - but fortunately she didn't know about that kinky scene.

Her wet little tongue fluttered deliciously up and down his swollen meat, sometimes tickling his taut balls, sometimes swishing wickedly around the sensitive dripping head of his cock. Hank sighed and moaned.

"That's nice, baby," he said blissfully, "real nice."

Brenda knew he wouldn't be content for long, though, that this was just for openers. Soon she was going to have to open her mouth and take that big, strong-tasting prick inside.

Carla had barely gotten out of the bathroom before her mother came in. The curious girl had intended to hide there and see what Brenda and Hank did. While Brenda showered, Carla struggled with her impatience. At last when Brenda vacated the bathroom, Carla sneaked back in. The bathroom door was left open just a crack. She could stand there and see the bed quite clearly.

She'd learned a lot of things that night with Hank, but she wanted to learn more. She figured her mother, a grown and experienced woman, could teach her. Carla wanted to learn all the things women did in bed to please their men...

Brenda stood beside the bed, wearing only a towel, brushing her hair. Hank was looking at her hungrily, and his cock was so stiff, it made a funny tent under the covers. Carla felt a little envious about that. She knew he'd gotten hard for HER, not Brenda. Well, she'd just have to wait. Tomorrow, when Mom went to work, she and Hank could have some more fun.

Finally Hank got impatient and pulled off Brenda's towel. As always, Carla gawked enviously at her mother's lush mature figure. She prayed that she'd grow up to have tits that big.

Brenda got into bed with Hank, and they just laid there and kissed for awhile, making Carla impatient. She wanted to see real action. She wanted to see them fuck again, so she could learn how to do it.

Finally Hank told Brenda that he wanted her to do the thing he liked best. He called it going down on him, blowing him. Carla waited eagerly to see what that was. If she could learn it, she, too, could please Hank.

Brenda pulled the covers down, exposing Hank's big rosy elephant-prick, which was drooling and pointing at the ceiling. Carla felt a jolt of horny excitement when she saw it. Just a few minutes ago, she'd had it in her mouth. She'd really enjoyed sucking it, eating Hank's cum. Again, though, she'd just have to wait.

Brenda stated licking his cock. Carla shrugged. There was nothing new, nothing spectacular, about that. Hank seemed to enjoy it, but he seemed impatient, too. Carla sensed that the big thing, this "blowing" business, was yet to come.

Finally Hank said in a strange husky voice, "Take it in your mouth, darling. Blow me."

So THAT was it. Carla again felt disappointed. Blowing a guy, going down on him, just meant sucking his cock. She'd already done that. Still she decided to watch, just to see if Brenda would teach her any new techniques.

Her mother seemed hesitant as she obeyed Hank's request. She bent over his wet angry prick, started to open her mouth, then paused, almost as if she didn't like the idea. Carla couldn't understand that. Cock sucking was one of the most fun and exciting things she'd ever done. She thought her mother was being silly.

At last Brenda closed her bright red lips around the huge fat head of Hank's erect cock and began to suck it in. Carla leaned forward for a better view.

When the moment came, when Hank actually told her to take his prick in her mouth, Brenda felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want to do it, but her conscience told her she must. After all, she'd been screwing Denton not half an hour ago. Somehow she had to make it up to the husband she loved so much.

Okay, she thought, here goes. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and brought it down onto the hard thick head of Hank's prick. As she firmed her lips around the hot pulsing cockhead, Hank shivered with ecstasy.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "do it, baby... Suck me."

He wanted it so much, she just couldn't hesitate. She brought her mouth slowly down the steamy thick pole of his dick, lashing it with her tongue. She took in as much as she could, almost the whole thick length, till she felt his bristly haired balls touching her chin.

"That's great, Brenda," Hank said, panting. "Take it ALL... OH, YEAH!"

She managed to get it all in by letting the wet drooling head butt the back of her throat. She almost gagged but told herself it was worth it to please Hank. His fuzzy balls were pressed tight against her chin. She began to suck his dick. She was awkward at first, but soon she established a quick powerful rhythm.

"Oh, Christ, yes," Hank said. "That's good, Brenda... Yeah... SUCK ME, BABY, BLOW MEEEEEE."

He was pleased with his wife. He knew she'd hesitated at first. She seemed to take a million years to get his cock into her mouth. Once it was there, though, she sucked him like a pro, fast, with a powerful vacuum pressure. She was good.

Her mouth was larger than Carla's, so she could take in all his meat. Her sucking was stronger, too, more exciting. Her mouth was hotter, wetter - hell, she had the kid beat in every way. Hank moaned delightedly as he felt his horny aching prick bathed in her fiery spit, lashed by her wicked little tongue, caressed by her firm sucking lips.

"That's wonderful, Brenda," he said hoarsely, "just the way I like it."

Brenda was pleased that she was doing it just right, but she wished she was enjoying it more. She bobbed her head up and down over his lap, let his long hard cock zip wetly in and out of her lips, but her performance was mechanical. She still couldn't get over the shock of having a prick in her mouth. She couldn't help thinking about how it was going to end, either - a big choking blast of sperm down her throat. She almost retched when she thought of that.

It was all worth it, though, if she pleased Hank. He meant everything to her. Thinking of what a great marriage she'd made and how lucky she was, Brenda sucked him even harder and faster...

"AWWWWWW," Hank bawled.

His prick seemed to be on fire with pleasure as Brenda's firm wet lips zipped up and down his swollen pole. She was really doing a fantastic job. He'd have to think of some reward.

Carla watched almost without blinking. Her mother was certainly teaching her a few things. Carla could tell that Hank was enjoying this blow job more than he'd enjoyed hers. Brenda took more of his cock into her mouth - all of it, in fact. She sucked faster and harder than Carla had. She even made a lewd squishy noise as she did it, which seemed to arouse Hank even more. Carla made a note of all these things and resolved to try them on Hank the next chance she got.

Live and learn, she thought wistfully.

As she watched, her little box started to get that familiar restless feeling. She slid her hand down between her legs and began to stroke herself, rubbing the swollen hungry lips of her pussy and the ever-greedy lump of her clit. It felt nice, but she knew it would feet a lot better if Hank was doing it.

She remembered longingly how he'd touched her in the bathtub, bringing her off with his expert fingers. Then in bed, when he used his big wet tongue between her legs, the pleasure had been just out of sight. She wished so much that he was making love to her now and not to Brenda.

Carla understood, though, that she must take second place in Hank's life. He was Brenda's husband, after all. He was only Carla's new daddy, and that wasn't as important.

Carla watched enviously, longingly, as Brenda sucked rapidly up and down the gleaming pink pole of Hank's cock. Her mouth watered. She stroked her horny little pussy faster and faster. She just didn't know how she was going to wait till tomorrow night.

Brenda listened to Hank's hoarse moans of pleasure, tasted his cock juice bubbling onto her tongue - and suddenly realized that she was enjoying herself. Really, cock sucking was fun. Once she got over her initial prejudice, she began to dig it. She liked his taste, liked the sucking action, liked having that long hard sausage in her mouth.

Her pussy began to swell and moisten. The lewd act of sucking his prick was really turning her on. She sucked him even harder and faster. Hell, she thought, I should have tried this a long time ago!

Hank sensed her change of feelings. Although she was giving him a superb blow job, he knew it was only out of duty. Then gradually she began to relax and finally to get turned on. Her saliva came faster, and her mouth grew fiery hot. She sucked him with genuine excitement and hunger.

Her excitement fed his. His dick seemed to glow with her wet powerful sucking. Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Baby," he gasped, "I'm gonna CUM... Awwwww, YEAH!!!"

Brenda hardly had any warning, and there was no time to pull away, to avoid the thick steamy blast of his jism. She took it right down her throat, swallowing fast to keep from choking. To her surprise and delight, she enjoyed the taste. She sucked greedily at his shrinking prick, getting every drop of his tasty juice, gargling it, "UMPH, GNU-NGGHHH, UMM-UUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!"

She sat up, licking her lips, grinning. Hank was red-faced and panting, his eyes glassy with pleasure.

"Well," she said, "how was that for my first blow job?"

He grinned at her. "Darling, that was first-rate. The best I ever had. And now you're going to get your reward."

Leering at her, he playfully pushed her down on her back. Brenda squealed, but when he drew her long legs wide apart, she didn't fight it. His head dipped swiftly into her crotch, and she gave a shrill cry of pleasure as she felt his wet tongue tip lashing her horny little clit.

"Oooooo, yes, Hank, darling," she cried, "EAT MEEE."

Brenda surrendered herself to the indescribable pleasure of having her pussy licked and sucked. Hank was superb at it, the best she'd ever known. She chuckled to herself as she thought of her worries a week ago, how she'd wondered if he was any good in bed. She certainly had no doubts on that score now.

His thick scalding tongue snaked up her aroused wet cunt, and again she cried out shrilly. She knew it wouldn't take her long to cum, not with that expert tongue-fucking of his.

"Yes, YES," she whined, "EAT MY PUSSY, DARLING!!! OH, YES, HANK, YES!!!"

Carla watched carefully to see exactly what Hank was doing to her mother. It was what he'd done to Carla earlier, using his mouth and tongue between her legs. Carla shivered with horny envy. She wished so much that she was in Brenda's place, her legs thrown wide open, Hank's thick wet tongue working furiously in her cunt.

She'd have to settle for the next best thing. She rubbed her hard aroused clit briskly with her fingertip, keeping her eyes on the adult scene. It turned her on so much to see Hank licking Brenda's pussy that she began to cum unexpectedly.

"Oooooo," she gasped.

Her knees went rubbery with pleasure, and she tumbled into the bedroom. Fortunately it was carpeted, and her fall was soundless. Brenda was squealing so loud, nobody heard Carla cry out, either. She frigged her hot little clit till her delicious spasms had passed, then sneaked back to her room.

She had made up her mind. All this foreplay was fun, but she wanted to know about the real thing, the big thing. Tomorrow, when Brenda went to work, she was going to get Hank to fuck her.

"How'd you tear your costume?" Hank asked.

That afternoon he happened into the bedroom and found Brenda sewing up the red fringed panties of her waitress' costume.

Brenda blushed hotly. She had a vivid image of last night, Denton tearing the panties right off her, throwing himself on her, thrusting his hard long cock into her. Wicked pleasure rippled through her body at the recollection. She felt so ashamed...

"Oh, just some stupid drunk," she said. "They're always grabbing at you."

Hank's face got red, too - with anger. "Damn it, Brenda, I wish you'd quit right now, just forget about that last check. I don't like you being manhandled. I don't want anyone else to touch you.

"Darling, don't get upset," Brenda said soothingly. "I'll be quitting tomorrow. I can take two more nights of it."

Could she take two more nights of Denton, though? Now that he'd had her, now that he'd made her respond to his fucking, he'd surely try again. Brenda didn't know what she was going to do about that.

"All right," Hank said sullenly, "but I don't like it."

She kissed him. "It'll be okay," she said. "I can handle it." She sounded a lot more confident than she felt.

She got into her costume and put on her coat and prepared to leave for work. Carla was sprawled on the couch reading a magazine. Brenda leaned over and gave her a kiss. She looked fondly at the girl. Carla was such a nice child.

"See you later, honey,"' said Brenda. "Take good care of Hank."

"Oh, I will, Mom," Carla said sweetly.

She went to the big picture window and watched her mother drive away. Carla loved her mother very much and would never have dreamed of hurting her, but she had no idea that Brenda would be upset if Hank and Carla made love. Carla had no notion of jealousy or possessiveness. What difference did it make if she played with Hank when Brenda wasn't home? If she didn't, his skills would be wasted. It was as simple as that to Carla.

She marched down the hall to the master bedroom where Hank was stretched out on the bed, reading. He looked puzzled when she walked in and started to undress.

"What are you doing, Carla?" he said, blushing.

"Taking off my clothes, silly," she said calmly. "Why don't you get undressed, too, Hank?"

"Why?" he said.

Carla sighed with exasperation. Really, grown-ups could be so dumb. "So we can make love," she said.

Hank's rugged face got even redder. Apparently Carla assumed they were just going to pick up where they left off last night. Apparently she'd never heard the words "incest" or "adultery" or "statutory rape." She couldn't have had any idea, either, of how guilty Hank felt about what they'd been doing. He'd have to explain it all to her.

She'd kicked off her shoes and was unzipping her jeans when he spoke.

"Carla," he said, "I have to make you understand. We can't go on doing those things. A man can't make love to his own daughter, and he can't do it with a girl under eighteen. It's against the law."

Carla shrugged. "So what?" she said. "If nobody knows about it, there's no problem."

"But, Carla..." said Hank.

"But what?" she said impatiently.

What indeed? She was right - if nobody knew about it, nobody would get hurt. As long as they kept it a secret, there'd be no legal trouble and Brenda's feelings wouldn't be hurt. Carla was being a lot more logical than he was.

One thing she couldn't talk him out of, though, was his guilt. He felt like a complete shit for ever laying a hand on her. His own stepdaughter, hardly more than a child - it was sick. He was violently attracted to her, yes, but that didn't make him feel better about it.

"I'm not going to argue with you," he said. "Maybe I'm not being logical, but I know how I feel. I feel like it's wrong, so we're not going to do it. Now take your shoes and leave the room. I'll come out and watch TV or play cards with you, if you want, but we're not going to make love, not now or ever."

Carla stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She thought he was really being silly. They'd had such a great time last night. He was cheating himself and her. She was deeply disappointed, too. Her little pussy ached for his fingers and tongue.

She saw by the determined look on his face that he wasn't going to be talked out of his decision. She'd have to find some other way to change his mind. She knew Hank well enough by now to know that once she got him turned on, he'd forget his silly ideas. She'd have to play it very carefully, though.

"All right, Hank," she said meekly, "if that's the way you want it."

She picked up her shoes and started out of the room. Just before she reached the door, she let out a piercing shriek.

"Help," she shouted. "OH, Hank, help MEEE-E!"

Hank leaped off the bed and came running to her.

"Carla," he said anxiously, "what's wrong?"

"A bug crawled up my leg," she screamed, "a big old spider. I can't stand bugs, Hank, they drive me crazy. Oh, please, find it and get it off me."

The girl seemed hysterical to Hank, so he quickly ran his hand up the leg of her jeans, trying to find the damned bug. It wasn't on her right leg or her left. Desperately he unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. He felt her all over, inspected her, and still couldn't find the bug.

"It's in my shirt now," Carla said frantically.

Hank pulled off her shirt and ran his hands all over her, even over her little pointed, jiggling tits, but still no spider.

"Carla," he said urgently, "I can't find it."

"It's in my panties now," the girl wailed. "Oh, please, Hank, HURRY."

He was no longer thinking about anything but calming her down. He couldn't stand female hysterics. He pulled her panties off fast and tossed them aside. No spider crawled out. Sighing, Hank rolled her to the floor, onto her back, and spread her legs. He flattened himself and stared into her crotch.

Somewhere around then he forgot his mission. Things became confused. He remembered he was looking for something, but he couldn't remember what. He was dazzled at the sight of her cute little virgin pussy, that completely hairless light pink slit. She looked so clean and delicate and delicious.

His kinky obsession with little girls gripped him harder than ever. For years he'd dreamed of making it with a child like this, a girl too young even to have a muff. Her virgin box would be so tight... Hank forgot about everything but Carla's pretty pink slit. He moved his face closer.

Debbie grinned when she felt his hot moist breath on her naked exposed pussy. Her trick had worked. He'd forgotten his objections, he was getting turned on... She felt his big wet tongue lashing suddenly over her snatch, and she sighed deeply.

He just couldn't resist tasting her, playing with her. She had the prettiest, most inviting pussy he'd ever seen. His head spinning with horny excitement, he began t