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 **This story and all characters within are a work of fiction.  The events
described within are from my imagination for fantasy only, and are never
meant to be acted upon.  I do not condone child abuse in any way.**

   Toby, continued...

   Her footsteps fell just a little too loud on the stairs as they creaked
under her slight weight.  She could hear her mother and Ray in the kitchen
downstairs.  Ray was probably already on his first beer of the day, maybe
his second.  After all, it was already ten in the morning.  Her lip curled
in distate.  She stepped into the kitchen, the peeling linoleum and
horrible avocado green appliances even uglier in the bright light of the
morning sun.  Her mother was standing at the sink doing dishes, her limp
mouse brown hair pulled back into a loose bun as usual.  The only thing
different was she wasn't wearing her waitress uniform.  That in itself was
odd, she worked so often she was rarely out of the thing except to wash it,
and then she just walked around the house in her slip.  Ray as usual was
sitting at the kitchen table, a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other.
He met her eyes, a knowing light in them, and a wicked grin curling his
thin lips.  He HAD seen her last night then..

   Toby turned away from him quickly, moving to the fridge and grabbing the
orange juice container.  She yanked a cup out of the dish drainer, and
feigned a cough in Ray's direction.  "Do you HAVE to smoke those things in
here, Ray?" He just smirked, and as usual, her mother stood up for the
bastard.

   "Toby, after last friday you don't have the right to make any comments
about smoking!"

   Clunk.  The orange juice jug landed hard in the fridge and she slammed
the door, taking her full glass to the table.  "Damnit, Mom, I only tried
it once.  It's not like I've got a two pack a day habit."

   Ray looked at her and took a deep drag of his cigarette, blowing the
smoke directly at her.  Her mother still hadn't turned around from the
sink. "Language, missy.  You know better'n that.  We raised you better."

   Toby snorted at him.  "You cuss all the time, why shouldn't I?"

   Her mother spun from the sink, a soapy hand raised to cuff her daughter
on the head.  Toby had plenty of practice dodging her mom's half hearted
swats however, and all that landed on the girl were a few suds that flew
off the woman's hand.  Her mom didn't scare her anyway.  The woman didn't
have an ounce of backbone.  "Toby Christine!  You are only fourteen years
old and you had best listen to your dad!"

   Toby looked at the man across from her at the table with contempt. 
Straggly hair, nicotene yellowed fingers.  He was thin and lanky, and it
was obvious he had been good looking at some point, and maybe his eyes were
nice, a clear ice blue, but for the most part, he was just a drunk. 
Unfortunately, he was the drunk her mom had married.  "Stepdad," she
grumbled.

   His pale blue eyes promised retribution.  "I thought we were past that,
sugar." He spoke softly, gently.  The effect was spoiled by the promise in
those eyes, but then her mother had her back to the room again and couldn't
see that.  "You called me Daddy real nice before." His hand reached out and
pushed a stray lock of her ebony hair away from her face.  The gesture
might have seemed father-like if she hadn't known better.  She flinched
away, and turned to her mom.  "So, mom...  why aren't you dressed for
work?" The woman dried her hands, the dishes finished at last, and turned
around.

   "Your gramma called, she needs me for a few days.  I'm leavin in an
hour."

   "Don't you want me to come with, mom?"

   Ray answered for her, as usual.  "Toby, you missed enough school with
that suspension.  Your ma won't be back before it's up.  So you gotta stay
here.  Maybe you and I can spend some father-daughter time, sugar." Her
mother beamed, oblivious, and Toby rolled her eyes and stomped up the steps
to her room.

   The girl's door slammed shut and echoed through the house.  Downstairs,
Ray's smile grew a little wider.  Her mother sighed.  "I don't know what's
got into that girl, Ray.  It's not like her to be this ornery.  She was
always such a good little girl."

   "She's just feelin' her oats, sugar.  I'll spend some time with her, try
to get closer to her while you're gone, alright?" She hugged him and smiled
at him gratefully.  "Thank you, Ray.  You're so good with her."

   * * *

   Toby scowled and tossed a stuffed animal across her room.  God, he was a
bastard!  And now she was gonna be alone with him.  She looked around the
pink frilly bedroom in disgust.  A little girl's room.  Well, she wasn't
exactly a little girl anymore, was she?  The stuffed animals all landed in
a pile in the corner as her temper got the best of her.  She eyed the
frilly nightgown she was wearing in irritation, and grabbed at a pair of
jeans and a sweatshirt from the floor, dressing quickly.  It wasn't like
she even NEEDED a daddy anymore, and if she did, Ray wouldn't win any
prizes for Father of the Year.  She flopped back onto her bed with a
magazine, trying to forget that she was going to be alone with him soon...
and that he had seen her last night.

   A few hours passed and her stomach grumbling woke her up.  The magazine
she had been reading was laying across her chest, her black hair coming
free of its pigtails and tangling around her face.  She yawned and
stretched then froze, as her feet touched something warm and solid.  Ray
watched her silently from where he sat at the foot of her bed, a beer
bottle dangling from one hand.  "Sweet dreams, princess?"

   She scowled at him again, still too angry to use caution.  "Get the hell
out of my room, Ray!"

   His hand reached up, cupping the back of her head, then tangling
painfully in her hair.  "What did you call me, girl?" He shook his head at
her, making soft tsking sounds.  "I thought we had done finished with this
already, sugar.  You were such a good girl the other day.  Daddy's good
little girl." His voice took on a soft crooning sound.  "I was so proud of
my little girl, and then last night she was bad again and peeping at things
she shouldn't have, wasn't she?" Her brown eyes wide with apprehension,
Toby shook her head slightly.  His hand tightened.  "Don't lie to Daddy,
little girl.  I saw you.  Did you like what you saw?"

   Toby whimpered, her eyes locked on his.  "I'm sorry, Daddy.  I didn't
mean to honest, I just heard something.."

   He smiled menacingly, taking a swig of his beer before putting it on her
nightstand, bringing his hand to her face, slightly cool and damp from the
condensation on the bottle.  He caressed her cheek, the gentle touch at
odds with the glow in his pale eyes.  "What did you hear, sugar?  Tell me
what you heard."

   "I heard you and mom..."

   "Mmmmm, yes.  What did you see, princess?  Did you see me fucking your
momma?  Did it make you wet, Toby?  Did you come to your room and play with
yourself?"

   She shut her eyes tightly, refusing to answer.  "I heard you moan,
little girl.  I smelled you playing with yourself in here."

   "I'm sorry Daddy!"

   "Ohh, Toby.  You're a bad little girl, a dirty girl, to watch your momma
getting fucked.  You know that right?"

   Tears seeped from the corners of her closed eyes.  "I know Daddy!  I'm
sorry, I am.." He picked her up, cradling her in his lap.  "I know you are,
princess, but you need to be punished.  You know that, right?" She nodded
her head slowly, curled up against his chest, occassional sniffles escaping
her.  Her face was flushed red in embarrassment and confusion.  How could
he always do this to her, no matter how angry she was?  "Toby, you know
what to do.  Take off your pants."

   Trembling in humiliation, she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding
them down to her ankles.  She stood in front of him in her grey sweatshirt
and a pair of little flowered cotton panties, eyeing him uncertainly.  Her
hands went to the panties as he stared at her intently.  "No, no, Toby. 
You can leave them on, princess." She sighed in relief, her hands clenching
at her sides.  He didn't speak again, just crooked his finger at her, and
pointed at his lap.  She approached him slowly, laying down across his
knees, her panty-covered ass high in the air.  He gently slid her
sweatshirt further up her back, his hand caressing her lower back in
sweeping circles as she tensed up.  SMACK!  His hand came down hard on her
tender ass, a yelp escaping her, her whole body jumping at the blow.  Tears
started running freely, little hiccupping sobs coming from her mouth. 
SMACK!  She wailed with each blow, her slight form shuddering.  SMACK!  His
hand didn't raise again this time, but stayed cupping her red and burning
ass gently, then stroking it, soothing the pain.  His fingers dipped
briefly into the cleft beneath her legs, feeling the slight moisture there
through her panties.  His thin mouth twisted into a cruel grin, and his
hand lifted again.  SMACK!  One more blow, and his fingers slid between her
legs again, teasing her clit through the thin cotton.  She whimpered
beneath his touch, her hands fisting the bedspread.

   "Ah now, there's my good little girl.  And she missed her Daddy, didn't
she?"

   Toby sighed raggedly, tears running down her cheeks.  "Yes Daddy.." His
hand continued to caress lightly between her thighs, then back up to the
soft curves of her ass, his fingers starting to slide under the soft cotton
of her panties.  On each stroke down the valley between her thighs, he felt
the cotton crotch get wetter.

   "Mmmmm..Daddy's good girl remembers how nice this felt, doesn't she?  Do
you want Daddy to make it feel all better Toby?" His nicotine-stained hands
pulled her panties down in one smooth motion, revealing the soft white
flesh of her ass and the raised red hand prints showing on it.  He left the
panties tangled around her ankles, his fingers sliding to her bare flesh
between her legs.  "Mmm, my little girl is nice and wet.  She's missed her
Daddy, I can tell.  But Daddy needs some attention, Toby.  Last time I did
it all for you, but that's not fair is it?  Don't you want to make Daddy
feel good too?" He set her on her feet, standing between his widespread
legs as he sat on the corner of her pink ruffled bedspread.  Her panties
were still tangled around her ankles, her sweatshirt barely covering her
hairless pussy.

   "Y..yes Daddy.  I want to make you feel good too, but I don't know how."
His hands rested on her shoulders, a gentle pressure pushing her to her
knees.  Her eyes stayed fixed on his, curious and apprehensive and aroused.
He stood slowly, unbuckling the big silver belt buckle at his waist, and
slowly unbuttoning his jeans, his thin mouth fixed in a wicked grin.  His
zipper came down slowly, so slowly, the jeans and his boxers kicked to the
ground.  Suddenly she couldn't help but look straight ahead, his rapidly
hardening cock at eye level.  She hadn't had the chance to look at it when
he had fucked her the first time, from behind, with her on her hands and
knees.  And last night, it had been buried deep inside her mother's pussy.
But now she could see it, growing before her eyes, hard and hot and bigger
than she had expected.  How had he fit that inside her body?  Her tongue
slipped out, wetting her lips nervously as she waited for him to tell her
what to do, somehow now even thinking to refuse.  He wrapped one palm
around the back of her head, tangling in the glossy black hair.  Pulling
her forward, he held his hard-on in his other hand, rubbing the head over
her cheeks and lips, chuckling low in his throat as he looked at her.

   "Daddy's good little girl.  Open your mouth, Toby, thatta girl, open
your mouth and let me in." Her eyes widened and she shook her head
slightly, but his hand just tightened in her hair, and she gasped at the
slight pain.  He pushed his cock between her parted lips, his chuckles
getting deeper, more malicious.  "Lick your Daddy's cock, you dirty little
girl.  Suck on it like a lollipop.  Make Daddy feel good."

   She raised her eyes back to his, her mouth opening wider automatically,
his dick sliding a couple inches in.  He used his hand in her hair to pull
her head back and forth, not too far yet, letting her get used to the feel
of him in her mouth.  She slowly started to use her mouth and tongue like
he had told her, licking him, and then sucking on him lightly, as if she
had a lollipop and not her stepfather's cock in her mouth, her hands curled
into fists against her naked thighs.  He groaned in satisfaction.  "Ahh,
Toby, you're making Daddy feel so nice, now open wider like a good girl."
He pulled her head forward suddenly, his cock sliding deeper into her
mouth, gagging her, at the same time as his abrupt movement knocked her off
balance.  Toby grabbed at his thighs to steady herself, trying to push back
off of his cock, tears forming in her eyes.  He took pity on her for a
moment and pulled back, his erection coming completely out of her mouth. 
His yellowed fingers pulled her head against him, rubbing her cheek over
his hard length, her face getting sticky from her saliva and his pre-cum.
"You gotta breathe through your nose, baby girl.  Breathe through your nose
and relax your throat for Daddy.  Daddy wants to fuck your mouth."

   With that, he pulled her head back again and pushed the head of his cock
past her full, pink lips once again, not stopping this time, just pushing
deeper and deeper.  "Breathe through your nose, honey.  You're a big girl,
you can do this.  And then I'm gonna make you feel soooo good." She gagged
for a moment again then managed to relax her throat muscles, her blue eyes
staring up at him pleadingly, tears swimming in them.  He pushed forward
relentlessly, only stopping when her nose was pressed against his lower
abdomen.  His hands went from tangling in her hair to caressing it gently,
comfortingly.  "What a good, brave girl you are, honey.  Daddy's so proud
of his baby girl." Slowly he began to move, his hands gently holding her
head still as he pulled his hips back, then once again pushed his cock all
the way inside her mouth.  With each stroke it got a little easier, her
panic subsiding slowly and a slight tingling starting between her thighs.
She knew that this was wrong, but its taboo nature made it somehow
exciting, almost as exciting as watching her mom and Ray last night. 
Memories of his face between her thighs, of his tongue pushing into her
virgin pussy made her moan as he slowly and steadily fucked her mouth.

   "That's it sugar, you love sucking Daddy's cock, don't you?  You love to
please your Daddy." She nodded her head slightly, the only movement she was
able to make, her voice blocked at the moment by his erection.  One hand
left his thighs and crept between her legs, duplicating the motions of the
night before that had felt so good.  Touching herself would have never
crossed her mind even two days ago, but now it seemed natural.  Ray glanced
down, smirking as he saw where her hand was.  He fucked her mouth faster,
her throat muscles milking his cock, her warm, wet tongue bathing him. 
Between the sensations from her mouth wrapped around his cock, and her big,
innocent eyes staring up at him, he could feel his climax approaching. 
"Daddy has a treat for you, Toby.  Be a good girl, drink it all down for
Daddy."

   He stiffened, his hand fisting tightly in her hair again, pushing her
mouth towards him, his hips surging forward, burying his cock as deep in
her throat as he could, a deep groan escaping him.  She gagged and choked
as she felt his cum spurting into her throat, trying to swallow quickly
around his cock so she could breathe again, the semen filling her mouth,
drops appearing at the sides of her lips.  Panicking, she pushed at his
thighs, gasping for air as he finally pulled back, giving her room to both
swallow his cum and breathe again.  She knelt in front of him on the floor,
wide-eyed, a sheen of tears over the bright blue, drops of white showing on
her full, pink lips.  Her tongue slid out, licking them clean, and actually
taking the time to taste him for the first time.  She blinked for a moment
at the saltiness, then smiled shyly.  "Was I a good girl, Daddy?"