"But Mr. Brockman," pleaded the little girl's mother, "wouldn't it be all right if I just sat in the room with her while you talk to her? Penny's always been a shy child. If she has to talk about the ugly things her dad did to her without me even being in sight-"
The burly, dark-haired man behind the desk interrupted Mrs. Livingston rather abruptly. "Sorry, lady," he said coldly, "but this office makes no exceptions. You think this is the first time the welfare department has had a case like this? We're plenty experienced with guys getting fresh with their daughters. Happens more than you think. And we interview every kid the same way. We know what we're doing. Having relatives present is no good. Keeps the kid from opening up and giving us the full story. Now please go get her and bring her in here so we can get on with this."
Mrs. Livingston reluctantly got up and started for the lobby. She wasn't about to give him any back talk. He might do something to keep her from getting her monthly check.
Mr. Brockman stopped her at the door with a few words of warning. "You wait out in the lobby, or go out for a cup of coffee if you get restless. It may take me quite a while to ask her everything I need to. But don't come back into this office until my secretary tells you."
The child was ushered in and her mother hastily departed.
The man regarded her from under shaggy black eyebrows and took a pencil in hand.
"So you're little Miss Livingston, huh? You know what we're going to talk about, don't you? We have to know exactly what your dad did to you, so the police will have the information when they catch him. You know what he did was bad, and that if they can locate him they'll put him in jail so he can't do it ever again, don't you?"
She nodded her head up and down slowly without opening her mouth. Her big black eyes were wide with fright.
"Let's see," he mused, glancing over a form on his desk, "you're just ten years old, aren't you? Wonder what made your dad want to fool around with a little girl as young as you? Usually the kids are old enough to have a little something under their blouses before their dads try anything funny."
Just being in his office was very disquieting to the youngster. The unexpected baldness of the man's speech made it even worse.
"Okay, Penny," he said, "let's get the facts, now. He did things to you that were nasty. How long ago did this start happening? You told your mom it wasn't the first time."
She spoke very softly. "Last week when Mom was at work. He ... he'd been looking at me kind of ... you know, kind of funny, for a long time. Ever since he got laid off his job and was home all day. That was almost a month ago. But he didn't do anything till just last week, when school let out early for a teacher's meeting."
Brockman jotted notes as she spoke, but he could hardly keep his mind on what he was doing. It so happened that the man harbored a secret desire for young girls himself and used his position to cater to the craving he felt. He was very careful to hide it from his superiors, but he loved interviewing incest victims and got a big thrill from forcing the details from the kids.
'What do you mean he looked at you 'kind of funny'?" he pressed, his face stern.
Penny fidgeted in her seat. She moistened her lips nervously and her face began to redden.
"Well," she finally said, "he'd get a dirty look in his eyes when I went up and down the stairs, for one thing. He'd spy up under my skirt and it seemed ... it seemed like he wanted to see more. You know, farther up my legs. He didn't think I noticed him doing it but I did. Pretty soon he started doing it without even trying to keep me from seeing him at it."
Brockman looked at the girl and thought of her dad's sick act, of how he must have loved getting to see up his little daughter's dress-for to him it wasn't sick at all. It was perfectly understandable. Brockman's face remained impassive, but he was becoming so aroused by the child's attractive features it was difficult to keep from letting his feelings show.
What a sweet little number, he thought to himself. Look at those cute knees sticking out from under her skirt!
He pretended to be jotting down more notes before asking her any more questions, but actually his brain was concerned strictly with thinking about how pretty she was. Penny was a slim child with coal-black hair that fell well below her shoulders and pale skin that made her look like a doll. Her legs were long and slender, not yet filled out at the calf, but perfectly formed and smooth as could be. Because her family was poor, she was dressed rather shabbily. Her skirt was topped by a plain white blouse and she wore black patent leather shoes and smudged white anklets.
Brockman liked them a little older, but he was quite happy to feast his eyes on even a girl as young as Penny. He also had a sadistic streak in him that made him enjoy embarrassing the girls he interviewed. It was more than just teasing, too. He liked to make them really squirm, and as his interviews progressed he became downright humiliating.
He leaned forward and got an accusing look on his face.
"Okay, now," he said to the little girl, "I'm going to ask you some things that are very personal. But don't try to play dumb with me or act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You may be only ten years old, but I happen to know that a girl your age knows a lot more about things than she ever tells her mother."
Penny batted her fragile lashes and became redder in the face than ever.
"You said your dad liked to look up your dress," he went on. "Didn't you make it awfully easy for him sometimes? Didn't you like to show off your legs to him?"
"Oh, no," she said, shocked, "I never did anything like that. That ... that would be naughty."
"How about the rest, then," he continued, his face registering clearly that he didn't believe her. "When's the first time he touched you?"
"One afternoon he told me he could see my slip," she hesitantly responded, "and said he bet boys at school had seen it too. He made me come to where he was sitting and had me stand still while he reached under my skirt and fooled around with it. He did more than just touch my slip though he let his hand brush my knees and even touched the back of my legs with his fingers."
"Sure you didn't move against him yourself?" said Brockman. "Sure you didn't sway a little so you could see what it feels like to have a man's hands up your dress?"
She balanced. "Why ... why no," she protested. No sir, I ... I'd never do anything like that."
She told him the next time her dad had touched her was when she was taking a nap. She had awakened to find him running his hands along her legs.
When she sat up in bed suddenly, he claimed he had been putting covers over her. But it hadn't been cold in the room at all, she added with certainty.
"Okay, okay," he said. "How about the time he got you down in bed and fingered you. Let's get to the main thing. I don't have much time, you know, there's another girl due in here pretty soon with the same problem you've got."
The youngster moved restlessly in the chair and it was clear she didn't want to speak. But she knew she had to.
"Daddy just grabbed me all of a sudden," she said, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. "He said he'd been wanting to ... to do things to me for a long time and wasn't going to wait another day
"Come on, honey," Brockman broke in. "Your dad didn't just say he wanted to 'do things' to you, now did he? He didn't use words like that. What did he say, his exact words?"
"He ... he said he wanted see my-my-" she began.
"Yes?" pressed Brockman. "Yes? Your what, goddamn it?" He was flushed and damp in the face.
"My ... my cunt," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "He said he wanted to see my cunt and play with it."
Brockman felt his cock rise tight against his pants.
"Go ahead, what then?" he insisted. "Did you jerk your dress up and show it off to him?"
"No ... oh, no," she said, almost in tears now, "He made me do it. He picked me up in his arms and held me off the floor. And ... and while he was hugging me against him, he ran one hand under my dress and put his hand right between my legs. He grabbed my ... my cunt through the bottom of my panties and worked his fingers underneath."
"How'd you like it?" he posed. "Felt a little bit good, didn't it? Don't lie to me!"
She hung her head. "I ... I didn't like it at first," she said, "but after he put his fingers right on the naked skin without my panties in between, I ... I guess I did like it a little then."
"I thought so!" exclaimed the man, his eyes bright. "And you wanted more of it, didn't you? What'd he do then?"
"He laid me down on the bed and raised my skirt. He pulled it way up over my head where I couldn't see and yelled at me to hold still. I was trying to get up but he was too strong. He yanked down my panties and I felt terrible. I knew he was looking right at my naked cunt. He put his fingers on it rubbed them till I was ... uh ... 'til I got looser there. Then he hollered for me to spread my legs."
"You did it, too, didn't you?" Brockman cried. He was managing to keep the volume of his voice down, but the intensity of his feelings was very apparent.
"I had to," she wailed, tears now coming to her eyes. "I had to open up like he said. He ... he would have hurt me if I didn't do what he said."
She was so overwrought she was desperate to get the interview over with as soon as possible so she rushed on with the worst part as fast as she could talk.
"Then he got his thing out ... it was all big and hard ... and he jammed it between my legs and pushed it into me-it hurt real bad-and he fell on top of me and jabbed me with it till I felt a big wet bunch of gook on my tummy. He was doing it so fast and hard that his ... his thing slipped out at the end. He grunted and rolled off, then ran into his bedroom. I pulled my dress down off my face just in time to see him running out the door."
Brockman said, "I know the rest. He took the car and you or your mother haven't seen him since."
He sent the girl out, waiting only long enough to let her compose herself, then let her mother take her home. His impersonal routine was to call the parent later at home and tell what the disposition of the case would be-whether more money would be allowed in this event a spouse had fled the scene and was permanently missing, and what was to happen if he returned.
The next case was a slightly older girl, a beautiful child of twelve who was just beginning to have tiny swellings flower from her chest. He got rid of her mother fast and got right to the issue. His previous session with the young Livingston girl had made him very aroused and he lost no time discussing triva with the little angel.
"Your uncle slipped in bed with you and sank it in, didn't he?" he began at once. "I know that much. But there's things I need to know about what happened before that ... about what kind of girl you are and how much you know."
The young adolescent was shocked at his sudden familiarity. But her mother had told her to cooperate by answering any question posed to her.
Her name was Phyliss and she was a trim little blonde, long-waisted and slender of thigh. Brockman feasted his eyes on that portion of her anatomy at will, delighting in the fact that she had her legs crossed high and her dress riding up enough to allow it.
Brockman began firing questions at her rapid-fire, his cock pulsing against his pants hard and hot.
"You're twelve. How long you had those bumps on your chest?" he brusquely demanded.
"Almost a year," the girl retorted, "If it's any of your business, sir."
Here was something new-a kid with spirit, one who thought she could get sassy with him. He'd fix her little ass good. He'd forget about his usual method, which was rude enough, and simply humiliate the piss out of the little bitch.
"You know damned good and well it's my business, you little slut," he cried. "Unless you and your mom want to starve to death when your welfare checks stop." He knew she had no father.
The kid was shocked out of her senses, but she was also moved to go along with his perverse inquisition. She knew she couldn't clam up on him no matter how foul-mouthed he was.
"How come you don't wear a bra? I can tell your little titties are naked under there," he said accusingly.
"Mom lets me go without one," she replied, "because none of the girls I run around with wear 'em.
And some of my friends have bigger ones than mine."
"How about your cunt? Hairs on it yet?"
"Enough," she saucily answered.
"When did you get them?"
"I don't know. About the same time my titties started growing, I guess," she said.
Her easy use of the words for her secret parts aroused his lust to a higher pitch.
"What color? Same as your hair?"
"Yeah, blonde just like the hair on my head. Quite a bit more curly, though!"
The little bitch had a little grin on her face. She thought she could stay cool under his probing questions, huh? He'd show her a thing or two yet.
"Were you a virgin before your uncle got your cherry? Or had you already let some boy in your pants?"
"I was a virgin!" she stoutly maintained.
"Bet you'd played with yourself before though, hadn't you? You knew what it felt like to have your oivn fingers in that little pussy of yours a long time before your uncle ever stuck his there. Now didn't you-didn't you?"
The mention of masturbation had its desired effect. The girl's confidence faltered when he broached a subject that nasty.
"I ... I've fooled with myself a little, yes ... but listen, I've seen in books where it says nothing will happen to you for it," she answered with red-faced defensiveness. "Heck, I'm not the only girl that does it."
She had been coming on so confident and cool that Herman relished seeing her squirm a little. A real little spitfire, for her age, he thought. And apparently pretty sophisticated, too. Most kids her age were shocked into embarrassed silence the minute he mentioned the subject of masturbation.
"Oh, you've been reading up on it, huh?" said Herman. "You must have been awfully interested in fingering yourself if you even sneaked out a book about it. Don't try to tell me you read about it in Sunday school or in study hall! Where'd you cop a book like that, anyway, huh?"
She shifted uneasily, knowing she was caught. She hated his manner and the way he kept insinuating things about her, but there was nothing she could do. Her mother had told her how important it was to answer his questions and be as nice and cooperative as possible. The welfare money they received was nearly all they had to live on and they couldn't take a chance on getting it cut off.
She admitted she'd "snitched" the book from the apartment of a neighbor lady she sometimes babysat for. She added hurriedly that she had returned the volume without it ever being missed.
"I didn't do anything bad," she maintained. "The book was just the way it was when I got it ... I was real careful not to tear the pages or anything."
Herman's eyes narrowed. "You may not have torn the pages," he said, "but I bet you might have got them a little damp, huh?" He laughed scornfully, in a quiet way which seemed repulsive to the youngster.
She felt drops of water slide from her armpits as he stared at her. The nervous sweat flowed down her smooth sides and made her fearful it might soon be visible, forming telltale spots on the fabric of her thin dress.
"Wha-what do you mean?" she stumbled, for the first time losing her perky confidence. She knew good and well what he meant but she hated to think of it. She realized from the sick glint in his eyes that he was fantasizing something nasty about her.
"You know what I mean, honey," he said softly and insinuatingly, his lips curling in an oily grin. "You know just what I mean, now don't you? I bet that book made you so hot between the legs you had to finger your pussy right then and there, while you were still reading it! Isn't that right?"
His guess was so accurate that shame flooded her like fire. "I ... I-" she stuttered, her eyes darting frantically around the room. She wanted to look anywhere but at his steady gaze.
He saw at once how right he'd been. "Where were you while you were doing it, huh? In your bedroom? In the bathroom where you knew no one could see?"
The vision of her with her hand between her thighs-he could picture her fingertips gently massaging the soft folds of her curly-haired young snatch-inflamed his brain. He felt his cock go hard under his pants and began throbbing against the oppressive zipper like the beating of a drum.
"The-the bathroom," she mumbled, her spirit now broken. She was now so beleaguered by his probing that she felt constrained to admit everything.
"Uh huh," he triumphantly declared, "sitting on the John with your panties down around your ankles, weren't you? Pretending you were pissing, right? And thumbing the pages of that book as fast as you could go, reading about how nothing will happen to a girl if she frigs herself-isn't that what you told me it said?"
Now she wasn't up to speaking. She only nodded, keeping her eyes down to avoid his stare. Yes, she indicated, that was right. Her thick, silky hair bobbed up and down against her pretty little face, the cheeks flushed red as beets.
"Were you through pissing?" he demanded. "Or could you even wait? Did you read the book in there with the door locked and get so hot you forgot all about pissing with that little pussy of yours and just start right in playing with it instead?"
"No," she managed, her voice faint, "I ... I really had to go. I wasn't just pretending. I'd already p-peed before I did anything to myself."
He thought of her with her slim thighs spread and a stream of piss emanating from her pouting slit. It was a new thrill for him. He'd never given any thought to how it would be to see a girl piss, but hearing her talk about it excited him. It would be lovely, he thought, to spy on a girl like her as she pissed, and maybe see her wipe off afterward with toilet tissue and wiggle back into her panties when she was through. Even if she never put a finger to herself, or was too young to know anything at all about masturbating, it would be great to see one take a piss. He'd have to remember that, he thought to himself, for the future.
"You pissed and then you did it, huh?" he went on. "Well, honey, you'd have been plenty wet down there before long even if you haven't pissed, wouldn't you? Finger-fucking yourself would've taken care of that for you, wouldn't it?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly. It had been one thing, a few minutes before, to admit she masturbated-but to have him get so personal about it and go into such detail was quite another. She knew by now he must be picturing her doing it and the thought made more sweat roll down her sides. She felt her heart beating fast and hoped he couldn't see her tit quaking underneath the suddenly all too thin material of her dress.
"You didn't do it just that day, though, did you?" he said. "After you sneaked that book back where it belonged, you worked on yourself plenty of times after, didn't you?"
"I'd done it before," she feebly admitted, " ... that wasn't the first time. And after the book said it was okay, I guess ... I guess I did it ... uh ... a little more often."
"In the bathroom after you pissed," he asked, "or other places too? How about in bed? Ever do it there, when the lights were off and you were by yourself under the covers? "
She gulped. Her memories of doing it in bed were especially embarrassing to her. "Uh huh ... sometimes," she admitted. "Like, some nights if I couldn't go to sleep I'd ... you know, play with myself for a while. Then I could go to sleep easier. I was ... I don't know ... more relaxed or something."
Herman was anything but relaxed at this point. He shifted in his seat again behind the desk, feeling his rock-hard cock push almost painfully against his pants. He wondered vaguely whether she could sense what was happening inside his pants but quickly dismissed it from his mind. After all, he was the one in charge there, right? He was the one asking the questions and she was the one answering them-she damned well better go along with him even if she did know how aroused his organ was. Again he shamelessly gazed at the bareness of her knees.
"A little more relaxed, huh? I'll bet it did. I'll just bet it did," he said accusingly. "It made you feel a hell of a lot more than just 'relaxed,' you little slut, didn't it? It made you feel all hot and wet and it made you want to do it more and more, didn't it?"
Her head, eyes lowered in shame, turned aside and her lips displayed the beginnings of a faint tremor.
"I...." she began, this time unable even to go farther than a single halting phrase before her voice failed her completely.
Herman leaned farther across the desk, the edge creasing his stomach. Somehow the youngster's acute embarrassment excited him almost as much as the sight of her fresh, succulent little body and the thought of what she had admitted doing with it alone at night under the sheets.
"Turn around here," he ordered severely, "turn around here and look at me when I'm talking to you!"
With extreme reluctance the girl slowly faced him, though her eyelids remained lowered and it was obvious she could hardly bear to be confronted by her persecutor.
"I don't have time to fool around with you," he told her roughly. 'Tour mother brought you in here because of what happened between you and your uncle, and you'd better quit acting like a sweet, innocent little virgin if you know what's good for you."
Her eyelids fluttered and she forced herself to look at him. Her big, soft eyes were pained as she at last returned his gaze. Her earlier confidence and impudence had now altogether vanished. She was on the verge of tears.
"He did stick it in you, didn't he? That's why you're here, isn't it?" he reminded her. "So you sure as hell aren't a virgin anymore ... don't try to act like you don't even know what it feels like to have a man's prick inside your little cunt."
The sudden reference to her uncle sent a tremor of shame and fear through the young girl's heart. It had been bad enough to be forced into revealing the secret things she did to her own body-now the terrible subject of what she had allowed someone else to do to it loomed horribly before her. And that's how it had been, she had allowed some of what her uncle had done. Not all, not everything ... not the hurty part-but much more than she had let on to anyone besides herself. How much would he try to drag out of her about that, she nervously wondered, her heart pounding beneath her small breasts like a drum.
"He wasn't any kid either, was he?" Herman remarked, glancing at the report on his desk. He picked up an official-looking paper and shook it toward her. "Hell, the old fucker was a grown man." He looked at her in disgust and added, "Older than me!" He waited for her reaction.
She mutely acknowledged the truth of his statement with an almost imperceptible nod of her head.
"Let's get down to business now, honey. He's not around anymore, so you're the only one left to tell the tale. Report here says he flew the coop and headed for the highway in his car the minute your mom came home and found him giving you the business, right? Took off and left you bleeding on the bed before the police could make it to your house."
His words resurrected the ugly scene for her. She shuddered inwardly at the remembrance but he went on.
"Don't think I'm going to take your word for every little thing just because he isn't around to speak for himself though," Herman declared, his mouth sliding into a sly, oily smirk.
She felt her mouth go dry. He was pursuing exactly the course she had so fervently hoped he would not.
"Oh, he may have been a dirty old man, all right," Herman allowed, "he may have loved getting those little panties of yours down and seeing what you had in there, and getting his hands between your legs to see how juicy you were. I'm not denying that. He was probably a perverted old fucker, no doubt about that. But I'm thinking you just may have given him a little cause, huh? I'm thinking you just might have led him on a little bit, know what I mean?"
He paused meaningfully. The girl licked her dry lips nervously and her already red cheeks flamed scarlet. She moved her eyes away from his gaze and directed them fleetingly around the room in a desperate effort to keep from displaying the guilty truth. She shifted cautiously in her chair, inadvertently showing her upper thighs off several inches above her knees. If she had known how quickly his eyes darted up the newly exposed nakedness of the slim limbs she would have been even more uncomfortable.
"You know what I mean, don't you?" he repeated. "You know what I'm talking about now, don't you? How when a girl wants a man to do certain nasty things to her, she can act a certain way and show off a little in front of him so he knows she's just as hot to play around as he is?"
The youngster was forced to meet his eyes again because of the directness of his questions. But she managed, as her only reply, a weak shrug of her shoulders. Sure she knew, of course she knew what he meant ... but she wasn't about to admit any knowledge of such things. Her big eyes regarded him beseechingly, proclaiming her ignorance.
"You already admitted that you finger yourself," he persisted, delighting in the way she cringed at the rudeness of his language. "You must have wondered what it would feel like to have someone else do it for you. Someone like your uncle, right? A grown-up-someone who would know what to do with that hot little pussy of yours once they got their hands in your panties, right? Isn't that right?"
She hated the way he kept saying things she thought no one but herself could possibly know. She would have died before admitting how she used to get a charge from the way her uncle would crane his neck every time he went into her bedroom, trying to get a peek at her in bed. Sometimes in the mornings he even used to try for a peek through the inched-open door as she was getting dressed for school. She never let on to him that she knew, but secretly she often thought about what he would do if he ever really got to see something-like maybe what she looked like in nothing but her panties. She was actually old enough for her first bra, but her mother kept trying to pretend she was still a baby and wouldn't buy her one in spite of her rapidly budding little breasts.
She had lost herself in a daze of shame and bewilderment. Now she jumped to attention. The man had risen to his feet and was leaning over his desk. It was suddenly apparent that he had been talking to her and that he was angry with her for not listening...." so you better tell me everything," he was saying, "everything he did to you that night. And what led up to it, too-I know goddamn well he didn't just take a notion to jump in bed with you on the spur of the moment!"
She was absolutely against the wall and she knew it. She had to answer ... no more stalling.
In a weak, hesitant voice, the youngster admitted she had been masturbating under the covers just before it happened. With her mother gone for the evening, her uncle had an eagle eye cocked on the door of her room. She was so busy administering to the mounting desire of her hot, moist little cunt that she didn't notice him sneak into the room. She was lying on her left side, her back to the door, and was giving it to herself with the fingers of her right hand.
Her uncle's voice had startled her and it was too late to deny what she had been doing. He had already seen too much. He told her he would tell her mother what he'd caught her doing if she didn't let him in on the action and when she asked what he meant he roughly told her to turn on her back and keep her mouth shut.
He told her to just relax, that nothing was going to hurt, and that if she'd simply move her hand and admit his between her legs in its place that she'd like what she felt. She was scared, but also awfully horny. After all, she'd been diddling herself ever since she donned her flimsy little gown and popped into bed. She did as he said and felt his body sag down on the bed beside her. She kept her eyes closed out of embarrassment and shame-the very idea of having her uncle see her so nearly naked!
"He ... he rubbed his hands around on just the outside of my gown first," she explained, her voice barely a whisper. "But after he felt up my ... you know, on top ... he started talking real funny and making noises in his throat. Then he went under the hem and I felt his hand right on my ... on my "On your cunt? " broke in Herman. 'That what you mean, honey? How come you're getting so bashful all of a sudden? When you first came in you were talking all about your tits and pussy without batting an eye."
She knew he was well aware of the reason for her changed reactions and just wanted to throw the fact up to her. She just nodded meekly, indicating that yes, it had been her pussy she was referring to, then went on with her shameful story.
The man had tweaked the scantily covered swellings of her organs, ran the tips of his fingers through the silky fuzz just beginning to grow there, then inserted a probing tip inside. Herman stopped her and asked the youngster if she had liked the feeling and she shamefully admitted that she had. After that, her uncle had fallen on her, jammed his pants down to his knees, and plunged his stiff tool into her virginal flesh. He was too steamed up to bother with how she felt. He pushed on through her cherry and shot his wad in seconds, with her twisting and moaning under him from the pain. That's when they heard her mother's footsteps on the porch and he jumped up and went for his car. She was whimpering in bed with her crotch red with blood when her mother found her, and by the time the police arrived the man was long gone.
The young girl looked up at last, relieved that her tale was over. But she wasn't relieved for long. Herman was standing to one side of his desk now, and he had his right hand on the obviously protruding crotch of his pants.
"Then if I were to show mine to you," he suggested, his voice breaking with excitement, "it wouldn't be the first cock you ever saw, by a long shot, would it?"
CHAPTER TWO
The youngster's long blonde hair flew as she darted her head in surprise. She instinctively drew her legs together and a frightened shudder went through her body. Her pretty eyes, naturally rather large, now seemed enormous. The man's hand remained on his bursting crotch and he leered down at her, waiting for an answer to his evilly insinuating question.
Could it be that he might actually unzip his fly and bring out his-no, it was too awful to think about. If he did it, she'd simply die from embarrassment!
"Wha-what are you doing?" she managed to utter, her voice trembling. "You ... you can't ... you shouldn't-"
But Herman cut her short. "Just get out of here, you little slut," he said with loathing. "Just take your little ass out of that chair and go back out there where your mother's waiting."
She hurriedly hopped to the floor and started for the door, but before her hand touched the knob he grabbed her shoulder firmly from behind and brought her to an abrupt halt.
"Go on, I've got all the information I need to process your case," he said threateningly, "but you better not get any wise ideas of your own about our little interview-understand? If anything seemed ... seemed funny to you about the way I talked to you, you just keep it to yourself! A kid your age doesn't know how these things have to be done, how personal it's necessary to get in these matters."
The firm flesh of her shoulder seemed to burn through her thin blouse as though from fever, but he forced himself to remove his trembling hand. She looked back at him fearfully, shook her head enthusiastically to assure her compliance with his order, then scurried unsteadily out the door.
Afterward Herman walked around the desk and sank heavily into his chair. He spun it around and scooted it to the water cooler, filled a paper cup to overflowing and downed it. Then a second, and a third. It unnerved him that he seemed to have so little control of his body. His hand quaked as he drank the water, causing him to slop some onto the front of his pants. He scowled down at the still quite obvious lump that strained upward from underneath the confining material of his crotch.
His big erection hadn't subsided at all and was an unavoidable reminder of how close he had come to losing control. Herman always had relished the fact that his position allowed him to discuss such intimate matters with the welfare recipients who wound up in his office. And after months and months of conducting the interviews, he no longer tried to pretend to himself that he didn't love every minute of it. But now he was forced to face the fact that he was letting himself get too physically involved.
There was no doubt about it. He had come damned close to ripping that fly open and plopping everything he had right out in front of the kid's face. And he still shivered at the thought of how her shoulder had felt, so warm and desirable, under the thin blouse. He thanked his stars that he had been able to direct her on out the door instead of tearing it off and going for that darling pair of tits out-lined beneath. He wiped sweat from his forehead.
With his cock still pounding, he thought again of what a cute, delectable little tease she had been. Looking up her dress, even though he never even began to see the crotch of her panties or the tender flesh of her uppermost inner thighs, he had still been almost overcome by the all too insufficient view he was able to obtain. Those sweet little knees of hers....
Herman's mind skipped back over girls he had interviewed in previous months. It wasn't only the young ones, of course, who got involved in incest. Some were fully grown women and a few had been damn near as old as he was-women screwing around with a grown brother behind their husband's back or maybe a first cousin they hadn't seen for a while. But you had to be careful with your mouth with the girls if they were old enough not to be intimidated. Herman wasn't dumb, just daring.
He loved having a woman tell him just the details his paperwork called for. It was nice to get some busty babe in the chair and think about how great it must have been to have her wet and naked around your hard cock. Just thinking about it without even getting to have them elaborate was usually enough to make his cock stiff plenty fast.
But the young ones, they were the ones you could really lord it over. Most of them were scared to death of even having to talk about it, especially with a man. And few, even the older teenagers, quite possessed the guts to challenge him on anything. At their age, they weren't certain enough of exactly what they might properly be expected to answer and what was simply a result of the man's unwarranted curiosity about their sexy secrets.
Once in a while there would be some smart-ass little chick he was afraid to go too far with. But as the months progressed Herman had become proficient in overcoming the resistance of even the most confident of them ... one like the little blonde who had just left the office, for example.
If they were young enough, of course, he didn't have to worry at all. It wasn't at all infrequent that a kid of only four or five would be brought into his office. Anything they said, he knew, would simply be dismissed by their mothers as more or less expected hysteria. But then, unfortunately, the ones that young weren't big enough to attract the full force of his depraved interest. They wouldn't even have the least bit of pussy hair, let alone tits, for years, although they were cute as a bug's ear.
Not that Herman lacked all interest in the preschoolers-far from it. They didn't have to have nice tits and long legs in order to arouse him. Given half a chance he would have delighted in slipping down the panties and fingering the hairless twat of even the youngest. But it was the somewhat older girls he most lusted after, the ones with smooth slim legs and maybe a little fuzz on their pussies, the ones who at least had a start on getting to be a woman. They were his favorite little honies.
The kids that were old enough to be sexy-whether they knew it or not-and who were still young enough for him to be able to wield his adult authority over them ... those were the kids that most quickly stiffened his cock and made him drool at the thought of getting into their underwear and getting his hands or mouth on them. He could never get enough of that kind. Herman shuffled papers on his desk and forced himself to think of other things. His prick was still pulsing to beat the band and he knew he wouldn't have any rest until he got his mind off sex.
He certainly wouldn't get any real relief, that was for sure. Not the kind he needed. What his cock craved was to spew out its load and gain its satisfaction. Once a certain little black-eyed coquette had made him so hot during the bare few minutes of their interview that he had been forced to run to the men's room and masturbate. But he had taken care never to do it again afterward because it made it impossible to concentrate on paperwork for the rest of the day.
Several times however he had become so horny from the intimate words or accidentally exposed legs or tits of some sweet young thing that he had surreptitiously manipulated his organ through his pants. At those times, he had been sorely tempted to slyly unzip himself and let the naked meat of his cock out where he could touch it with his bare fingers-yet today he had almost done even worse. He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead and thought with dulled panic how close he had come to showing off his prick to the kid who had just left.
If only, he thought to himself, he could manage to get one of those little nymphets alone somewhere away from his office where he could-but the phone rang, interrupting his daydream.
It was his secretary, reminding him it was time for the next interview of the day. He glanced at his worksheet and saw that, mercifully, the next interview would also be his last of the day. In one way of course, he never tired of the practical reasons, he was sometimes glad when it stopped at the end of the day-a man can only take so much excitement and then something has to give.
He heard the voice of a woman outside of his door. She was speaking in comforting tones to an obviously quite youthful child. Herman glanced at the worksheet and saw that the scheduled interviewee was indeed a youngster-a seven-year-old. The door opened and in she came, hair barely combed and dressed poorly. She was a pretty child, straight dark hair to her shoulders and fragile features.
Herman got into his act quickly and within minutes the poor little thing was blanching at the sound of words that shocked her even more than what she sometimes heard through her parents bedroom door.
It was the child's older brother who had forced himself upon her in this case, a twentyyear-old home on leave from the Marines. He had not penetrated the child's young organs, but had definitely manipulated her inside her panties and had displayed his man-size cock in front of her innocent eyes before being interrupted. All this Herman knew from the report on his desk, but his questions had already departed from the facts of the incident and were now stemming entirely from his own personal lust for the child.
"That the only time you ever saw a boy with his clothes off?" he asked. She had just told him of a chance observation at a local swimming pool when a young boy's swimsuit had come off.
"Uh huh," she nodded in shy affirmation.
"How about girls, though," he continued, "didn't you ever see them that way? You know, with their dress up or maybe going to bed or something?"
"Sure," she admitted, "lots of times." The youngster was very puzzled at the direction of the of the conversation since the part about her brother had only taken a couple of minutes and was apparently finished. But her mother had told her the man would be asking her things that might be a little funny and that she shouldn't fail to cooper ate with him. But gee, what a strange question. Well, she'd answer it anyway, no matter how silly it seemed, and be a good girl.
"I do those thing," she hesitantly ventured, "go to bed and take my clothes off and put them on all the time. You know, getting ready for school and stuff. So I see me naked ... is-is that what you mean? Or do you...."
Herman was both amused and a little aroused that the kid had thought he was referring simply to her. He had meant other girls, older girls, much older, perhaps ... like maybe the girl's mother or one of her friends or something. The kid was plenty sexy for her age but he was interested in what she could tell him about other girls more than what she could tell him about her own meager seven-year-old body. He smiled.
"Sure, honey," he said, "I know you see yourself naked. I didn't mean that. I'm talking about others. Haven't you ever seen any other girls naked?"
She kept looking at him, more puzzled now than ever, not yet sure how to answer.
"You know," he coached, "someone like ... I don't know, your mom, maybe or some of your friends. How about your mom-ever see her without her clothes?"
Now the child was scandalized. Her mother? Of course she never saw Mom naked! That would be awful. Dirty and ... nasty ... just awful. She hated to think about it and about what would have befallen her if such a thing had ever happened.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide and her little face flushed with shame at the very idea.
"No, I've never seen her that way."
Herman was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to get her to talk about what her mom looked like naked because by the looks of her daughter, the kid's mother stood a damn good chance of being a real knock-out. He visualized a twenty-five-year-old version of the little girl in front of him-nice fat jugs and a shapely big ass, a nice hairy cunt and the knowledge of what to do with it.
But that was out. The kid must have seen somebody naked though, from the way she answered his question. Who might it have been? He was getting a little desperate to have her talk about someone she'd seen so he could get a big stiff from it.
He pursued the point and the kid responded, finally, to his expectations.
"Oh," she told him, "sure, lots of 'em. Girls at school. Is that what you mean? The kids in my grade use the same restroom as all the other girls in school. I see them, but it's just whenever I need to go there myself or-"
"How about at home?" he broke in, "don't you ever have any little friends stay overnight at your house?"
When she said no, he was disappointed. He knew her family was poor and guessed that she probably had only one bed in her room, if indeed she had a separate room. It would require that any of her overnight guests sleep in the same bed with her, and he would have dearly loved to hear how the young darlings got ready for bed, what they wore under the covers, and if they ever played around any after the lights were out. But apparently that never happened. He would have to settle for what she saw in the school restroom.
"What is it you see the other kids do at school, then," he continued, "in the girls' restroom? How could you see them naked there-a girl doesn't take off her clothes just to wash her hands and face or use the John, does she?"
She didn't know what a John was, since she didn't call it that, and he had to explain. Then he was in for some sexy revelations.
"Oh, the place where you ... where you pee?" she said, balking a little at using the word in front of him. "That's where I see girls naked, all right. They don't have to take off all their clothes, but heck, when a girl lifts her skirt and slides down her panties then she might as well be naked. None of us are big enough to wear stockings or ... you know, garter belts or any of that stuff. So when the panties and skirts are out of the way, there's nothing left to keep anyone from seeing the ... uh ... the place she pees."
Now Herman was excited again. The first girl he had interviewed that afternoon was the one who put his mind onto the subject of a girl pissing, and what it would be like to see one doing it. Now that the subject again presented itself, he wasn't going to let it pass without taking advantage of the opportunity to excite himself by it.
"What do you call that little place," he asked, "where a girl pees, anyway?"
The child thought it was awfully curious for him to be talking this way, but she had to be a good girl and do what Mommy had told her. She had to be nice and answer any questions the man might ask her, no matter what they were.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, her cute little face open and innocent. "Just a ... just a pee-pee, I guess."
"A 'pee-pee,' huh? That what you call yours?" he asked, his voice becoming thick.
She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs uncomfortably. She felt awfully funny talking about things this personal. "Uh huh," she mumbled, nodding her head.
"And what does it look like when you see a girl at school using her 'pee-pee' in the restroom?" he asked.
She was flustered. Even at her scant seven years of age, intuition told her he had something on his mind besides the actual questions he was asking her. And they were bad enough!
"Just ... I don't know, they all do it the same way," she replied. "They just sit down and move their panties down their legs, then hold their skirts in their hands so they won't touch the floor and ... and just ... you know, just let it go ... just start peeing. Then they wipe off with toilet paper and they're through."
Herman's mind was filled with thoughts of young girls of various ages and appearances, their panties around their knees and their skirts lifted delicately out of the way as they pissed. He pictured the kid he was interviewing as being among them, her undoubtedly hairless little twat emitting a tinkling stream from between her youthfully firm, pretty little thighs. It made his cock perk up and start swelling inside his undershorts.
"That the way you do it?" he asked, once more turning her words from general observation to personal experience, eager for her answer.
"Well, gee, yes ... I guess so," she said. She wondered if it made him think of her doing it to hear her talk about it. She hoped not. It even embarrassed her if she thought another girl was viewing her in the act.
"And you wipe off when you're through?" he continued, his cock growing with every question.
"Sure," she told him. Was he crazy or something? Did he think she might pee and then not wipe herself afterward? Jeepers, only some dirty little girl who didn't care about keeping her panties nice and fresh and dry would do a silly thing like that!
"But you don't have any hair down there yet, do you?" he asked, startling her with his boldness. "How come you wipe it off if you don't have any hair to stay damp from whatever few little drops might get on you?"
Now her face was turning crimson. At first she had been too innocent to be bothered by his questions even though she didn't understand the reason for them. But now even she could sense something behind his words.
"I ... no, I don't have any ... any hairs there yet," she admitted, "but heck, even a girl too young to have any can still get awfully damp from the leftover pee between her legs. Wiping yourself is the only way you can stay clean and ... you know, nice and fresh and dry and sweet there."
Nice and fresh and dry and sweet, indeed! That's exactly how Herman thought her cute little seven-year-old cunt would be, even though he knew she had been referring to the condition of her panties. She had probably picked up those particular words from some advertisement for laundry soap. The mild kind that promoted itself as being perfect for washing females' undies. But to hell with the undies themselves-what he wanted to do was to hear the kid talk about what was underneath those panties ... her own as well as the panties of other kids she'd seen. Jesus, if he could only get a look inside that restroom she was talking about and see all that young fresh meat and maybe get a clear view of one of those sweet young things letting a golden stream of piss out from between the lovely lips of her pretty little pussy!
"How about some of those older girls?" he asked. "I bet some of them have hair there, don't they?"
"A few of the fifth graders do," she said, "but it's mostly just sort of ... unh ... you know, just sort of fuzz-not really hairs yet. But the sixth graders, some of them have a lot. Long hairs just like a big woman has."
"They do, do they?" he responded. "I thought they would. I bet they've got something else too, some of those sixth graders. Something up here, huh?"
He made a motion at the level of his chest, cupping his hands to indicate breasts.
The child was mortified. She felt nasty from talking like she had been forced to talk. Now he was making it worse. Even though she lacked pubic hair, she still had no worry of the fact being known or commented upon by anyone-the hairless buds of her small cunt were both hidden beneath the cotton fabric of her panties. But with breasts, it was different. Anyone could tell right away much she lacked in that department. Of course, none of the other girls her age had breasts either, but that didn't keep her from wanting them. Like most girls so young, she could hardly wait 'til she grew up and sported the two firm symbols of womanhood under her blouse and encased by the all-important bra.
"Yes, quite a few of the older girls have 'em," she dutifully replied. "But none of them have very big ones."
Herman was amused by her last statement. It indicated to him her concern over the fact that her own chest was flat and bare as a board, and that she felt obliged to play down the mammary development of the older girls.
"They're old enough to have boyfriends then," he said. "Do any of their mothers ever let them go on dates yet? Do they ever talk about what they do on them?"
She started to answer, but just then Herman glanced up and noticed the clock on the wall. Damn-five minutes til! five! How had the time passed so fast? He stopped her and told her to come to his desk. He got off at five, and the offices all closed-there was no way he could keep the kid there after that time without incurring the unwelcome curiosity-or worse-of the mother. And she, like all the parents always did, was waiting right outside in the lobby. He made a quick and bold decision to use up the few remaining minutes with a little real action.
"No, honey," he corrected, as she stopped in front of his desk, "around here. It's almost time for you to go and I have to check you over where your brother-"
"You ... you have to look there?" she interrupted, her eyes big and frantic. "But the doctor already did that. The doctor over in the other building already did that!"
Herman knew she had already been examined by the health department physician. It was routine to do so with any victim of rape or molestation. But he also knew that this particular child was young enough and naive enough let him get in a few good feels without raising a big stink about it. At least he hoped to hell she was-he had already decided to take the plunge.
"I know he has, honey," he blandly informed her, "but that's just for his records. I need to check you over myself for my records. Now just step around here by my chair ... right around here by the side of it, that's the way ... right here where I can reach you."
She moved shyly toward him. She had already told him about what her big brother had done to her. Why did he have to see? Oh well, she thought, her shoulders slumping, she guessed she would have to do it.
"That's it," he approved, his voice gravelly, "now stand still while I raise your dress ... there that's the way. As soon as this part's over, you can go."
Very gently, in a mock-professional manner, Herman raised the child's hem. Her lovely young thighs presented themselves, and finally the well-filled crotch of her underpants. They were white cotton, the cheap kind, with the elastic broken at the top, he noted as he raised the dress to her navel. A big safety pin had been used to hold them up. The kid might not be old enough to have any hair on her pussy, but from the looks of that nice plump little bulge under the crotch of her panties, she must have a nice-sized and well-developed pair of cunt lips. He'd soon see!
He just had two or three minutes to go before the clock hit five o'clock. He instructed her to hold the hem of her skirt up while he "examined" her. When she took it, he said, "No, higher. There, that's right."
He purposely had her hold it in front of her face. It wasn't to keep her from seeing what he did to her private little parts she'd be able to feel that soon enough. It was to keep her from seeing the undisguised lust in his face. He didn't think he could maintain a professionally cool expression on his face with his eyes on the cute little kiddy-cunt he was about to uncover.
He slid the white cotton undergarment down, purposely allowing the back of his forefinger to brush past her incredibly smooth skin. She flinched only slightly. He pulled them all the way to her knees, at last laying bare the child's prepubescent organs.
Jesus, he thought to himself, would I like to bury my face between her legs! What a sweet little twat she's got!
But he restrained himself, difficult as it was. "So right here's where your brother touched you, huh?" he commented, placing his trembling thumb and forefinger to the soft twin folds of her skin. The two little mounds of flesh were smooth as powder and utterly without hair.
"Uh huh," she acknowledged, her voice barely audible. She was so embarrassed she could cry.
"Um hum," he mumbled, trying to keep the excitement from his voice, "this looks okay here." Okay, shit-it looked so goddamned good to him he wanted to get down on his knees and lick it for her like a cat lapping up milk!
"How's it feel right here though, honey?" he posed, inserting the tip of his finger between the tight flesh of her slit. "Does it feel different than it used to?"
"Yes-I mean no," she babbled, her words nervously confused. "It doesn't hurt, if ... that's what you mean."
Herman knew very well it wasn't hurting her. In fact it was probably feeling quite nice to her if she'd only admit it. He wiggled it gently forward and with the tip of his thumb, lightly grazed the tiny bud of her small clit.
The youngster gave an involuntary shudder. The effect made Herman want to get his cock out of his pants, but he dared not do it. He caressed her clit again gently.
"That ... that doesn't hurt either," she said, speaking very quickly and unevenly. "Can I go now? I'm okay. Really I am! Nothing you've done to me down there has hurt any."
Herman suspected the real reason she wanted to go was that she had discovered how nice it was to have a person touch her pussy, and afraid of the unfamiliar feelings being aroused.
But damn it, it was now five o'clock! He absolutely had to let her go now, he knew. Many of his co-workers customarily sneaked out a few minutes before five, and here he was staying right up 'til the wire.
He bestowed one last, feverish caress on the child's trimly pouting little pussy, then reluctantly pulled her panties back up and told her to drop her dress.
"Okay, that'll be all," he told her. "You can go now. Be a good girl and tell your mother she doesn't have to bring you back here anymore."
Assuring him that she would, she walked quickly out the door.
He wiped the dampness from his brow and exhaled. If there had been any possible excuse for having the youngster return to his office he would have engineered it. There simply wasn't one.
He was in no mood to cheerily head for his car like most of the others. His cock was stiff as a board and quaking like crazy. He sheepishly admitted he was going to have repair to the men's room and relieve himself before he did another goddamn thing. But when he got there, a janitor was industriously cleaning the place and he was afraid of being discovered if he tried to jerk himself off.
He drove home in a huff, tense and stiff-cocked all the way. He'd head for the bathroom at home when he arrived. He'd just jack himself off there. His wife had both the kids with her because today was Friday and she always took them with her to help carry groceries.
But when Herman parked his car and dashed inside toward the bathroom, he got only as far as the door before it jerked shut before his astounded eyes.
"Daddy!" cried his daughter Francine. "Please-I'm in here!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Wha-oh excuse me, honey," Herman exclaimed with a start. "I didn't think anyone was home. Why aren't you with your mom and sis? This is the day you three always go shopping, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I couldn't go with them today," came her voice from inside the bathroom. "I had to stay late for school and practice for the swimming team-remember, Dad? I'm trying to make the junior high finals."
"Oh, that's right," he apologetically replied. "You go ahead, Francine. I can wait."
"Okay, Dad," she called through the door. "I'll just be a jiff in here."
But unfortunately for Herman's peace of mind, his daughter's voice wasn't the only thing he heard. He also detected, without half trying, the tinkling sound of water running into the John. The thought of where that water was coming from made him experience a surge of curiosity. And to be perfectly honest with himself, Herman had to admit that curiosity was marked by a deep vein of sexuality.
He tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch and sat in the hall chair, waiting. He thought of the young girls he had interviewed during the day, and how the subject of pissing had turned up during talks with two of them. Was it any wonder a man felt a little curiosity about his daughter's bathroom activities, after discussing such matters that very day with other girls her age and younger?
He sighed and lit a cigarette. Why try to conceal-even from himself-a feeling he had been unconsciously trying to deny? If it hadn't been so serious a matter, he would have laughed at the irony of it. Here he was with a job that brought him in contact day after day with attractive young girls he lusted after something fierce, and all the time he had not one but two tender young nymphets right in his own home!
Francine, thirteen, who was in the bathroom at the moment, happened to be an extremely pretty girl. And his other daughter, Jilly, who was only eleven, was a little sweetheart if ever there was one. Both girls were slim and firm as could be, with faces as cute as a bug's ear. And Francine was quite obviously well developed for her age. He had certainly been kidding himself trying to pre tend he didn't notice the simply great little knockers she had managed to grow ... they weren't so large yet but they gave every indication they would be before long. And meanwhile the firmness and utterly perfect shape of the little morsels made them so sensually striking that only a blind man would have failed to appreciate their beauty.
As to coloring, Francine seemed to have inherited his blondness while Jilly took her red-tinged hair and freckles from his wife, Laverne. But because Francine was female and so young, her hair was far from the sandy hue of his. It was brighter and lighter, almost like spun gold. And her blue eyes were a marked contrast with Jilly's, which were emerald green.
If Laverne had the least idea he was sitting thinking about how sexually appealing their two daughters were, she would have brained him, he was certain. She was a redhead-not the soft and subdued color of Jilly's hair, but fiery red-and she had the temper redheads are famous for. He heard Francine in the bathroom again, this time tearing toilet paper off the roll.
Damn it, he had sitting there daydreaming when he might very well have had time to get a peek at her. She had already been sitting on the John as he came in, and hadn't been able to close the door all the way without getting up. Naturally, she had no idea her own daddy might try to sneak a look at her naked little ass. Then he heard her tugging up her jeans and heard the bowl flush. He'd done it all right-completely muffed his chance to get an eyeful. Sonofabitch!
She headed for her room, calling over her shoulder that she was through with the bathroom, and Herman went in. He took a piss and started to leave. Maybe he'd go chat with Francine while the other girls were out of the house, maybe he-no, it was stupid to dream of doing things he didn't have a chance in hell of ever actually going through with. The slightest show of anything beyond fatherly interest by him in either of his two daughters and he'd have his wife on his back.
He scowled to himself as he zipped his pants and turned to the door, then stopped in his tracks. Something hanging from the dirty-clothes hamper caught his eye. A pair of slightly soiled panties. He impulsively snatched them up and examined them. They were too small to be Laverne's. Obviously,-Francine had just tossed them there a few moments before.
Herman felt his cock swell. The filmy little nothings he now held in his hand had been around the sensual loins of that cute little blonde only minutes before. He found himself thinking less and less of the girl as a daughter and more and more of her as a seductive little nymphet.
He stood for a few seconds staring at the flimsy undergarment, then did something that surprised even him. He raised the panties to his nose and, while rubbing the thin fabric between his fingers, he sniffed them. If he had seen another man do such a thing he would have been revolted, but Herman was on the inside doing the smelling, not on the outside thinking about the aesthetics of the act. The ripe, musky young scent flowed into his nostrils and set his thoughts off like a rocket.
He locked the door and stumbled to the John, scarcely able to get his pants down before he had his hand on his cock. On the way home he had been hardly able to wait-he had wanted to masturbate then because of the little seven-year-old. Now he had renewed need to relieve himself-his daughter's sex-saturated panties and the knowledge that she was only a few yards down the hall in her bed room. He let his pants fall to his shoe tops, jerked his shorts off, and grabbed his rock-hard meat.
Herman's prick was just average in length, not long by any means but not unusually short either. But he had always been a bit concerned about its size, thinking that it was inferior to most men's. And Laverne, who tended to be pretty overbearing, did nothing to bolster his ego. He sat with his eyes closed, rubbing the panties lightly over his nose and face as he jacked himself off his free hand. When he got himself going like this, all thoughts of having an inadequately small penis vanished.
Oh, shit, he thought to himself, his hand sliding up and down faster and faster, just think what was in here just a few minutes ago-Francine's virgin little pussy! It really smells like it, too! Sweet Jesus, I must be flipping out ... how I'd love to get her naked and get my little girl's cherry!
In the midst of his orgy of fantasizing, Herman heard Laverne and Jilly come in. It slowed him down for a few seconds, but then added even more excitement. He could hear them talking to Francine, who had come from her room to see them.
"Daddy's home, Mom," he heard Francine say. "He's in the bathroom."
Damn right I'm home! thought Herman. And I'm sitting here on the John getting my nuts off ... ungh! ... almost! ... from thinking about how sweet it'd be to fuck our sweet, innocent little daughter. What do you think of that, Laverne!
He heard them chattering about some things they had bought. Little Jilly had obviously been bought a new skirt. They were all looking at it and jabbering about it, with his wife saying she still wasn't sure, that she was afraid it was too short and Jilly staunchly insisting it wasn't.
He heard Laverne walk away toward the kitchen and then the girls' voices giggling and whispering. He couldn't make out all they were saying, just a few words-really groovy ... boys ... slip and panties or maybe just a slip ... look at your legs ... big enough for a bra ... be an eyeful if they ever saw....
Herman couldn't even make which girl was saying what. But the subject of their covert whispering was certainly not schoolwork or who walked the dog last. Their words, even though he could only make out snatches of phrases, sent his desire higher and he crushed the soiled panties to his face and burrowed his nose in the fragrant crotch. A few seconds later he had come all over himself. He got busy and cleaned himself up, then leaned back against the toilet tank and sighed.
Damn, he had really needed that. He made his way to the master bedroom and changed clothes so the wet spots on his pants legs would not be noticed, then fell into the usual routine of the night. First an hour or so of reading the paper, then a boring and predictable dinner, topped off by a couple of hours television, and then to bed. Laverne was "tired" again, and this time he didn't much give a damn. Usually it piqued him when she wouldn't let him climb on, but his erotic energies were starting to flow in different directions. Things were changing.
He drifted off to a troubled sleep fraught with dreams of unidentified young girls disrobing before him and shyly proffering the fruits of their adolescent nubilities before his eyes ... their slender limbs, their sensual breasts, the promise of wet excitement between the rounded mounds of their sweet fresh pussies.
In the morning he awoke a few minutes before Laverne did. He lay watching her sleep. It was too bad she had become so overbearing through the years. She was a damned good-looking woman, even though neither of them enjoyed sex together as much as they had much earlier in their lives. But fourteen years of marriage, he knew, is bound to affect any couple with a bit of boredom.
He watched her breathe, her long red hair flowing over the almost stark whiteness of her full breasts. Too bad things were different between them. At one time he could hardly wait to get home and bed her down, but now his interest was running highly in favor of much younger girls. He wondered if it had anything to do with how bossy Laverne had become. He was quite aware of the fact that some of their friends referred to him as being henpecked.
Maybe it was true. Anyway, he usually did pretty much what his wife wanted. And that included in bed. Although she often begged off let ting him fuck her at night, the next morning she would frequently become sexier. She would claim there wasn't time for a good old-fashioned fuck like he wanted, and would make him be content with being jerked off by her fingers. In addition, under the guise of not wanting to "get all sweaty," she would often wheedle him into scooting to the bottom of the bed and giving her cunt a thorough licking 'til she came.
Within a few minutes she woke up. He reached for a handful of her abundant tit-flesh and she let him play with them. He scooted next to her, feeling his cock against the outside of her thigh. When she felt his prick start stiffening, she became a little more remote. He pressed closer to her.
"Come on, Laverne," he whispered, "there's time to have a nice fuck before we get up. Lemme get that ole' cunt good and hot for you with my fingers, then-"
But she replied in the fashion her lethargy often dictated. "No, Herman, not this morning ... the kids'll be up and hear us if we get too rowdy. Here, hon ... let me work you off with my hand. And ... couldn't you give me a nice lick job while I'm doing you? Here, doesn't this feel good?"
Now she was working on him with both hands, one sliding up and down his cock and the other caressing his balls. She wrapped a leg over his and let him feel how hot she was getting.
"See how you make me feel when I get hold of you, hon?" she whispered. "You got me going real good now ... I'm getting a real wet puss for you ... um ... ummmm ... come on, hon, lemme feel your face on me."
Herman slid dutifully under the covers and approached her teeming crotch. She kept hold of his prick, transferring hands when he got too low for her to reach with the hand she started out with. Soon the thick, shaggy muff of her dark red cunt hair rose in front of his face like a growth of dense vegetation. He couldn't see it for the darkness, but he could smell it.
When she felt so close to it, she increased her efforts on his cock. He pushed his nose through the curls and went to work on her open cunt with his mouth. She speeded up her hand and made him come in just a few seconds. His sperm spurted onto the sheet and the top of Laverne's foot.
She immediately jerked her hand from his belching cock and put it beside the other one at the back of his head. She pressed his face close and humped her ass up and down on the bed, urging his mouth and moaning. His lips barely touched her pussy at first but she built up energy fast and needed the whole shot without waiting. He lapped the slick, fleshy slit 'til she came.
Even after she reached her peak she kept urging his head with her hands. It was obvious she wanted him to keep up the mouth work for a while even though she had already come.
"Um yeah ... that's what I need," she cooed, "keep licking me for a little bit. Um ... ummmm!"
Herman did as she asked although his own enjoyment wasn't helped a whit. She sounded all sweet and sugary now, he thought as he mechanically applied his tongue to her cunt, but it was about the only time she ever used that tone of voice with him. He hated to admit the fact, but the truth seemed to be that the only time she ever talked nicely to him was when his face was between her legs!
As she headed for the bathroom, Herman lay thinking of a very different kind of female-the young, innocent (or not so innocent, from time to time) girls he interviewed. Usually his fantasies stopped there, but no more. Now he boldly entertained the idea of getting to do things to his own daughters. Was he sick? He wasn't sure ... all he knew was that his mind was filled with thoughts of incest now that the gate had been opened.
Ha! If his co-workers and the families he interviewed every day had any idea he was home thinking lusty thoughts about his own daughters, what would they do!
Breakfast was, like so many activities at the Brockman household lately, very routine and drab. But at least Herman's new awareness of his daughters' charms added spice to the occasion. Every time Laverne got up from the table to get something from the stove, he indulged himself in secret ogling at his little lambs. Francine, on his right, and Jilly, on his left, were both avidly engaged in pouring over the funnies in the morning newspaper.
Somehow it added to their attraction to know they had no idea what he was doing, he felt. All fresh and dressed for school, both girls were the picture of innocence. Francine was sitting rather primly and he couldn't get a very good view. But little Jilly, dawdling in her cereal bowl with her spoon as she scanned the comic strips, happened to have her legs crossed in such a way that he saw plenty.
It had been Francine who first attracted his attention the day before, as he heard the stream of her piss tinkle into the John. But as Herman gazed fondly at the trim little body of his younger daughter, he found that he experienced just as much lust for her. The kid may be only eleven years old and my own daughter at that, he thought to himself, but it sure as hell gives me a hard-on to see that far up her skirt, anyway!
He could see well above the knee of her right leg, where it disappeared into the silky folds of her slip. But her left leg was even more exposed. Her perfectly formed thigh was visible nearly to the elastic of her panty leg. It couldn't be more than a couple of inches or so ... damn, if only he could see what that lovely place looked like all the way to her darling little crotch ... maybe if he leaned just a bit to the side....
"Daddy!" cried Francine suddenly, scaring the wits out of him. "Will you-"
"Wha-huh?" he ejaculated, overreacting so much he felt foolish for it.
"Will you eat my cereal," she finished. "I don't want the rest of it."
Jesus, he thought to himself, is that all? I thought the little minx had caught me looking up her little sis's skirt!
"Sure," he said, "give it here."
He was so glad to have escaped being caught that he would have said yes to anything. By the time Laverne had returned to the table he was in control again. As she sipped her coffee and glanced at the fashion page, he thought of what they had done in bed that morning. Damn! If only it could have been Francine he was licking. Or even Jilly, for that matter. Hell yes, she would do fine ... he would have preferred either one of his kids to his bossy wife. Wow! How would it really be to slowly and methodically strip one of his bright-haired young daughters down to her undies and use his hands and mouth on her tiny titties and on her pubescent little pussy?
It was a thought no man should have to dwell on for very long if he wanted to keep a decently soft cock in his pants.
As he left for work, he gave his wife the usual absentminded peck. But he also kissed the kids good-bye. It was something he had hardly done since they had been preschoolers. He had to restrain himself to keep from going a bit overboard, but he managed.
As he headed down the freeway, he smiled to himself. They had both appeared to ... well, to enjoy it. Maybe he was just reading in something that wasn't there, because of his new feelings about the pair. But they certainly seemed to like it.
He remembered the clean, girlish scent of little Jilly and how, when he kissed Francine's cheek, he had felt the back of his hand touched by the small outline of one of her titties. Could it be the kid had purposely rubbed against him? God, if only it were true ... that maybe she wanted to see what it would feel like to have his hand graze past it ... or maybe-no, wait a minute. What the hell was he doing? It was too much to hope for, that she had any semblance of real desire for him. He was just teasing himself to even consider the idea.
Still, he knew it was far from unusual for a girl her age to become just as aroused by one thing or another as a grown woman. He saw plenty of examples every day among the youthful females who paraded in and out of his office.
Herman parked his car in his usual spot and entered the Welfare Office at once, proceeding straight to his desk. He often stopped by the restaurant on the corner for a pack of cigarettes or something, but this morning he was particularly anxious to begin interviewing the day's assignment of girls. His newly sharpened interest in Francine and Jilly made him eager to get at other girls, even if it had to be limited to nothing more than sexy talk.
He had gotten a bit carried away with himself with his last interviewee the day before. He'd have to be more careful. It was the first time he'd ever allowed himself to actually touch a kid. No doubt about it, he was getting hornier and hornier every week that passed. Probably had something to do with how Laverne was getting bossier every day, but he certainly wasn't going to pursue that line of thought. It made Herman ashamed of himself for not standing up to her more.
He grabbed the day's assignment list and buzzed his secretary to send in the first one. He hadn't even spoken to her as he came in, but she was used to it. She was an old gray-haired biddy he didn't especially care for, and he had reason to believe that the feeling was mutual. They got along fine, mainly because they kept their distance except for routine business matters. He was very glad his office was soundproofed as well as it was, though-it would never do for her to hear anything that went on inside.
He glanced at the assignment sheet again and was still checking it out when the youngster entered.
"Have a seat," he mumbled, a little gruffly, without even looking up. He liked nothing better than to display his authority to the interviewee, and his brusqueness always did the trick in short order. He glanced past the age, address, medical statement, and financial information on the data sheet-then his eyes darted back to the name again.
He raised his head to discover the interviewee was ... a boy! Males weren't unknown as sex victims, but they were rare enough to surprise him every time one happened in.
Damn! Here he was all primed up for a nice, cute little doll to interview and a boy comes in. He might go for females younger than the average guy had any interest in, but he sure as hell wasn't queer in the bargain. Oh well, he would get rid of him quickly and get on to the next case.
The boy, named Jimmy, was ten years old. He wore a sullen expression on his face and had thick hair that fell over his forehead and almost obscured one eye.
Herman dispensed with the preliminaries in seconds and then set in on the kid. Even though he intended to make short work of him, he still didn't like the boy's attitude.
"All right now, son," Herman said, "the first thing you're going to have to do is get that frown off your face and pay attention to me. You hear? What the hell's the matter with you, anyway-didn't your mother tell you how to act when you came in here?"
"Yeah," he said grudgingly, "she told me But how come I have to come in here all by myself? Heck, it was Rosalie that did everything. Why don't you make her come in too, huh?"
"Rosalie?" asked Herman. "Who's that? What are you talking about, anyway?"
The boy pointed at the data sheet in Herman's hand. "Doesn't it say there? Doesn't it tell about Rosalie on that paper? It sure wasn't me that wanted to do that stuff."
Herman examined the sheet more closely. There it was, all right. The kid hadn't been lying. Rosalie was listed as his sixteen-year-old sister. Furthermore, it was stated that the young lady "perpetrated an act of sexual molestation" on her little brother.
Well, well, thought Herman, this throws an entirely different on the subject. Yes indeed. He had never had a case like this before ... a girl in her middle teens molesting a younger brother. The wording of the data sheet was typically vague about the actual details of what had transpired. But that was fine with Herman. Prodding the embarrassing intimacies from the youngsters was what he doted on more than anything.
He called his secretary and found that the girl was waiting in the lobby. When he looked up at the boy in surprise at his sister's presence, Jimmy said, "Sure she's here. That's what I've been trying to tell you. She just wanted me to come in first. She claimed we didn't have to see you at the same time."
"Oh, she did, did she?" Herman said. He was irritated at the girl's gall. "Well, she's not going to get her way. I want to hear this from both of you."
He picked up his phone again and directed his secretary to send the girl in. Hmmm, he thought to himself, this damned girl must be ugly as a mud fence. Why else would a girl her age try something with her own kid brother? I've had a few cases of old maids fooling around with their neighbors' kids and such, but I've never had a girl in her teens pull such a stunt.
But when she walked in the door he saw immediately how wrong he was. Rosalie was a striking brunette, with a rosy complexion and a beautiful set of tits ... she had a fully packed figure that made her look two or three years older than her sixteen years, with a solid ass and very shapely legs. Now he was even more curious about her than before. If she had been an ugly little bitch, he could have understood-the ugly ones needed their pussies worked on just as much as the rest, he knew. But this girl could surely have had her pick of the boys at her school.
"Okay, Jimmy," he said, "you go on outside and wait for your sister. I've got all the information I need from you. I want to interview your sister in private."
"But I didn't even tell my side of it yet," he protested. "I haven't even-"
"You do as I say," Herman sternly commanded. "I've got all the information I need from you. I want to hear the rest from your sister and I won't need to talk to you anymore at all. You can go outside and with your parents 'til I'm through with Rosalie."
Jimmy said, "Mom's the one that brought us. But she's out in the car."
"Yeah," said Rosalie, opening her mouth for the first time, "Mom's ashamed to come in with us. She thinks her two sweet little kids have turned into creeps."
"Maybe one of them has," Jimmy shot back, "but not both of her kids."
"All right, all right," yelled Herman, "go on to your mom's car. I'll find out what I need to know for myself. I sure as hell don't have time to listen to you two argue."
Alone now in the room with Rosalie, Herman looked her over with care. No doubt about it, she was a real peach. She was still standing up. He told her to have a seat and when she started to take the one Jimmy had just vacated he stopped her and directed her to another one. He wanted to be able to see everything he could on this sexy little number.
"All right, young lady," he said, his voice tough, "this report says you molested your brother in his own bedroom while your parents were out. That you, a sixteen-year-old, committed an act of sexual abuse on your ten-year-old brother. What have you got to say for yourself? No hedging, either. I want to hear everything."
Rosalie put her arm on the back of the chair. "Sure," she baldly declared, her words haughty and curt. "I'll tell you about it. Which time you want to know about-the first time or the last?"
Herman blanched. His report only mentioned a single act-but the little slut was admitting there had been more than one time!
CHAPTER FOUR
Herman let her have it.
"Which time do I want you to tell me about!" he repeated. "You're really something, aren't you? You're not ashamed of the fact that it happened once, and you sit there and admit to me it happened more than once. You talk like you're proud of it."
"No," she said, "Jimmy's the one that was proud of it. If it wasn't for him and his big mouth I wouldn't even be here and neither would he, the little shit ass!"
"What do you mean by that?" Herman questioned. "Start talking, honey, and tell me the whole goddamned story. How many times did you fool with the kid, anyway?"
"Just twice," she replied, "but the folks only know about the last time. When I tried to tell them about the first time, Dad took his belt off and said if I said another word he'd beat the shit out of me.
She grabbed an ashtray and, fishing a cigarette from her purse, lit up without even asking permission to smoke. Herman would normally have raised hell with anyone for doing that in his office, but he was so interested in hearing the details of her case that he ignored her bad manners and motioned for her to get on with the story. She took a long drag, brushed a thick lock of raven-black hair from her eyes, and leaned forward in her chair.
The first time anything ever happened between her and Jimmy, she told him, it had been about two weeks ago. The second and last time had been the previous Sunday afternoon. Some boys a couple of grades ahead of him in school began teasing him about her, asking him who she went out with and "other personal things" about her.
"What 'personal things,' do you mean?" asked Herman. "There's nothing so terrible about asking who you dated, is there?"
But she said it didn't stop with just that. "They asked him if he had ever seen me naked," Rosalie said. "Wanted to know if I ever told him stuff I did on my dates and if I'd ever let anybody do it to me.
"Wanted to know if you let anybody do what to you?" pressed Herman, ever alert to force a smutty word. "This isn't Sunday school, honey, so don't try to talk like a kid."
"They wanted to know if I'd ever let anybody lay me," she said, a little subdued. She was beginning to see that the man was going to be rough with her.
"Wanted to know if you .ever had a prick in your pants, uh?" said Herman. He loved saying the words in front of her and watching her surprise.
She blinked her eyes. "Well, if you want to say it that way, yes."
"What's the difference, honey?" he retorted. "A fuck is a fuck no matter what you call it, right?" He lingered over the words fuck, purposefully enjoying making her hear them.
She went on, more hurriedly now. She tried to pretend that it hadn't meant anything to her to hear him say such words to her, but he knew damned well she was bluffing. He was certain she was somewhat embarrassed even if she managed not to show as much as a younger girl might.
Jimmy had asked her one day what she did on dates, she told Herman, and the question made her mad. She told him it was none of his business what she did and added that even if she told him, he was too young to understand. This, in turn, made Jimmy mad. From then on he kept trying to overhear her phone conversation with boys and a couple of times even tried to sneak a look into her room.
"He was trying to catch me with my clothes off," Rosalie said. "The stuff those older kids had been asking him made him start thinking about me more."
One night he waited up and caught her and her boyfriend smoking grass in the car. When she came in and went to her room, he confronted her with what he'd seen and threatened to tell their parents unless she agreed to do what he wanted.
"And what was that?" asked Herman.
"He wanted to see ... part of me naked," she said, crushing out the cigarette and lighting another.
"A little blackmail, huh?"
"Yeah, the little creep. He made me show everything from the waist up," she complained.
"A look at your tits, huh? You have to admit you have a pretty big pair on you, honey, for a sixteen-year-old," said Herman. "If they're real, that is."
She was immediately offended. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she snapped, "They're real all right, mister. You wouldn't catch me dead wearing a set of falsies. Humphhh! The only chicks that do that are the ones that don't have nothing to show."
Rosalie had agreed to let him see, but only for a few seconds. She let Jimmy stay in her room and watch her take off her blouse. She unstrapped her bra and let them spring out. Then she ran him out of her room and went to sleep.
"The little creep knew what a sound sleeper I am," she went on. "After I went to sleep, he sneaked back with a little pinhole flashlight. When I woke up a few minutes later he was sitting on the edge of my bed with the covers pulled up and was touching me with his hands. Heck, if he hadn't done that he could have looked at me all night long without me waking up-he would have seen plenty, too, 'cause when it's warm I don't even wear panties to bed, much less pajamas or a gown like most girls do."
Herman was visualizing the scene. His cock was waking up inside his pants and starting to move.
"Where did he touch you?" he insisted.
"Right here," Rosalie said, brushing her hand across the front of her bulging blouse. "All over, too, not just on the ends of 'em. He was working 'em over good."
"Working what over good, damn it!" Herman demanded.
She looked at him with fire in her eyes but she knew she had to cooperate, no matter how personal he got.
"My ... my tits, then, if you're gonna make me talk like that!" she retorted.
A self-satisfied smile appeared on his face. Now he had her going, and before it was over he was going to have her saying a hell of a lot more than that.
"Feeling you up, was he?" said Herman. "Going after you with both hands. It didn't exactly pain you any, I'll bet, did it? I'll bet it even felt pretty good if you'd admit it."
"It did not" she rapped back, furious. "Are you kidding? Why he ... he's way too young to know how to do it right. He's too dumb to know how a girl likes to feel it. That's why I did what I did. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I grabbed him before he could get away and asked him just what the heck he thought he was doing.
"I told him since he was so curious, to just sit still and I'd show him something to look at. I yanked his pajamas down below his peter and balls, and told him to play with his ownself and look at that if he wanted to see something. It shook him up plenty too-just like I intended. He was real embarrassed. He didn't have a sign of any hair on his balls and his peter was, you know, real little, like all kids' are.
"He knew he couldn't yell for the folks, 'cause then he'd have to explain what he was doing in my room in the first place. It was him in the wrong, not me, and he knew it. I was so mad at him I wanted to really shame him. So I grabbed his little peter in my hand and started playing with it. If he'd been a regular guy it would've, you know, gotten big and everything. But he's such a kid, and was so surprised to have me do it, that it just stayed limp as a noodle. Scared him half to death, I think."
She shifted in the chair, taking another drag off the cigarette, and Herman felt his cock respond to the sensuous view opened up by the movement. In addition to seeing a long way up her bare legs, he could also see an incredibly large portion of one of her fine, smooth-skinned tits.
"Jimmy yanked away," she continued, apparently unaware of how much of herself was showing to Herman's attentive gaze, "and dashed back to his bedroom. That's all that happened the first time. After my mom caught us ... well, doing what we were doing the second time, she refused to even listen to me about the first time. She wouldn't believe there even was another time. And of course, Jimmy wasn't about to tell."
"And just what did happen the second time, if you please?" Herman said, his voice steely.
"Not what he says," she passionately ex claimed. "He's making out like it was me that started everything, me that-"
"His version's in the report," Herman interrupted her, "So tell me what you claim happened."
His eyes surveyed her lush curves more and more openly every minute, but she still showed no sign of noticing. He let one hand fall softly to his crotch, out of her vision, and tendered a touch to the hard lump that now rammed up against the straining material of his suit pants.
"I had been out that afternoon on a date with a guy," she continued, "and after we went for a swim I had him bring me home. It was Saturday and I had a date with a different guy that night so I had to get ready. The folks were over at my aunt's house and I thought they'd taken Jimmy with them."
"How about that afternoon swimming date, though, honey-slow down a minute," Herman broke in. "Was swimming all you did with him, or did you maybe let him-"
"I certainly did not!" fumed the girl. "I didn't let him do anything at all. You're just like my parents ... always thinking the very worst thing-"
It was his turn to interrupt. "Come off it, honey," he demanded. "You trying to tell me a girl your age with a figure like you've got has never taken cock from anybody? Shit! With a set of jugs like you've got under that fucking blouse of yours, and that fine ass you swing around, I know damned good and well you must have had plenty of opportunities!"
When he finished, she realized that his eyes were boring a hole down the front of her scoop-neck blouse and up the barely adequate cover of her short skirt. She huffily recrossed her legs, and self-consciously shifted the position of the blouse. But there was no disguising the fleeting expression in her eyes that told him she had been far more complimented than offended by his rude staring. She patted the blouse delicately against her chest for a few seconds before taking her cigarette in hand again.
She had meant to render herself more "ladylike" by the gesture, but it seemed to him that underneath the facade of modesty she had gotten a charge out of teasing him a little. The fluttering motion of her fingers across her plump blouse front seemed to be saying, "Don't you wish you could have your hands where mine are, you dirty old man, so you could get a nice feel of my tits?"
His question about her virginity was still hot in her ears. She successfully avoided answering it by plunging back into what happened between her and Jimmy. She said she took a long hot bath as soon as she arrived home from her swimming date. She had sand in her hair and had to give herself a shampoo.
I'd like to give you a shampoo, baby, Herman thought to himself, right in the crotch. I'd give your cunt hair a good washing and wash what's underneath it with my tongue!
Unaware of how depraved his thoughts were at that very moment, and of the fact that he was sitting with his hand firmly kneading the big lump under his pants, Rosalie continued.
After the long hot bath, she felt relaxed and even a little drowsy. She had time for a nap before her date that night, so she slipped on her robe and lay across her bed. But the sun made her room much too hot to be comfortable in the daytime, so she got up and went to Jimmy's room. It was located at the rear of the house and was much cooler, and she knew he and her parents wouldn't be home 'til well after she was out on her date.
Or so she thought. She learned all too soon that although her parents were gone, Jimmy had been allowed to go to an afternoon movie. She believed she had been asleep less than a half hour before he came home and found her, freshly bathed and half naked-her robe had fallen loose-as she sprawled across his bed.
Herman could see she was especially nervous about the next part of her story. Finally she said, "You know how a person can have dreams that ... well, funny dreams that are ... that are more than just dreams?"
He knew very well what she was working so hard to get across without having to say it, but he wanted to enjoy her embarrassment. He wanted to make it as hard as possible for the little prickteasing slut.
"So you had a dream that made you laugh?" he suggested, tongue firmly in cheek. "Is that it?" His pretension of ignorance about what she really meant made her all the more ill at ease. She had a strong suspicion he was simply toying with her. But there was nothing she could do about it.
"No," she said, "not that kind of 'funny'-I mean weird-funny. Like ... like something was really happening to you, even though it's really only a dream."
She looked at him for acknowledgement, but he refused to give in. He was looking at her with an outright lecherous expression on his face now, and she imagined she could feel the heat of eyes on her breasts and thighs even though they were covered.
He was going to force her to be more explicit, she realized. There was no way out. She lowered her eyes and stared at a spot on the floor.
"What I mean is a dream that makes you think somebody's ... doing something to you. That somebody's feeling you up. They really aren't, it's only in the dream that it's happening, but it makes you ... you know, makes you get hot ... " her voice trailed off.
"A wet dream," Herman commented enthusiastically, "that's what you mean, isn't it? Sure I know what you're talking about, honey. Everybody has a dream like that once in a while. Maybe a girl doesn't get actually as wet from one as a boy does," he said, smiling lecherously at her, "but girls sure do have them sometimes. Gets that little pussy all worked up just like some guy was right there in bed with you fingering you, doesn't it?"
For all of Rosalie's vim and vigor, hearing things this intimate from the man made her flush with shame. He apparently knew all too well what she was talking about. Without looking up from the floor, she acknowledged the truth of what he had said by a couple of quick, nervous nods of her head.
"Okay," he went on, "I've got the picture. You were lying there on Jimmy's bed with your cunt all juiced up from the dream you were having-then what?"
"Then Jimmy came home from the movie and saw me. I ... he says my robe was all messed up, that it was loose and ... uh ... open quite a bit ... that he could see darned near everything I had. I guess it was like he says, I don't know. I was just asleep, that's all. I was just all the way asleep."
"Yeah, yeah," Herman said, "you were asleep. Then what? Did Jimmy like what he saw? Did he get on the bed with you and start in on you or did you wake up first?"
The horny little bitch! The real truth, he thought to himself, was that she was lying there awake. Awake and finger-fucking herself more than likely. And she was probably so hot and gushy between the legs that her mind wasn't concerned with a damned thing except bringing herself off. Jesus-how he'd like to have been the one to come upon her lying there half naked and ready for action!
"No," she protested, "I didn't wake up for a long time after he found me there. He ... he got on the bed and sat there for a while just looking at me-the little Peeping Tom!-then finally he began to feel me up. At least that was what he told me later. Remember, I was asleep all that time. All I know is what he told me afterward."
She was so definite on that point Herman was now even more convinced she was lying about it. She was probably so worked up when Jimmy discovered her that she welcomed his attentions, he thought. He would have bet a thousand dollars that she'd been diddling herself and heard him coming barely soon enough to keep him from catching her at it.
"Like I say, I was having this dream," she repeated for the umpteenth time, "and I guess I was ... I don't know, moving around some on the bed. At least that's what Jimmy claims. You know, just ... just restless, I guess. Restless from the dream I was having and twisting and turning. Darn, you know how a ... a wet dream makes a person feel!" She adopted his term, hoping in some vague way it might please him and make him go easier with her.
'Restless' my ass! Herman thought to himself. She was restless, all right .., restless to have a big hard prick ramming that hot little cunt of hers! And 'moving around' on the bed. Shit, I'll bet she was jabbing her fingers in that wet little hole so damned fast that her ass was moving back and forth like a bobbin!
"Keep talking, honey," he said. Dare he take his cock out where he could get to it? God, how he wanted to rip it out of his pants and jack it 'til he shot off! No, too risky ... too risky-the girl was too old to monkey around with like he'd done with the little seven-year-old. He'd have to control himself ... have to be satisfied with pumping it a little through his pants.
"Well, I started waking up," she said. Her face was red as a beet now, and Herman got the impression it wasn't caused simply by embarrassment. It seemed that she was getting aroused from the memory of what happened. "I started waking up, but I didn't realize exactly what was happening.
I ... I thought I was still dreaming ... that Jimmy was someone else-the person in my dream. Honest! I swear I didn't know it was my little brother on the bed with me! I'd have slapped his face for him good if I'd been completely awake and realized what the little creep was doing."
"And what was he doing, goddamn it," exclaimed Herman. "Quit beating around the bush and spit it out!"
"He was rubbing his hands all over my tits and feeling under my robe for more," she cried, "that's what!"
"More what, you dumb little bitch," pressed Herman. "Did he think there was another tit under there, besides those two big bozos on your chest?"
She was incensed at his ridiculous joke, now, as well as embarrassed about having to tell everything. "No, gosh darn it!" she cried. "He was trying to find ... he was trying to find my pussy, if you must know!"
"And? " urged Herman.
"And he ... he did," she continued, still upset. "He ran his hand down my stomach and slapped his palm right over it. I kind of ... kind of locked my legs on it when he did that. 'Cause I still wasn't really awake. I was still so drowsy and half asleep I thought it was all just part of my dream."
"Felt good then, didn't it?" he asked, his voice aggressive and pushy. "You liked having him grab it, didn't you?"
"Well sure," she blubbered, "sure it felt good. My gosh, just so far as the feeling goes, any girl would like it. Any girl would like to have a dream where she thought some guy was playing with her pussy-as long as she didn't know it was really her brother doing it, and that it wasn't really a dream at all!"
"You clamped your legs together on it, huh?" repeated Herman. "And hunched it, too, I'll bet, didn't you? Didn't you hunch that hot little box against his hand?"
Now she was really flustered. But she was also very much into the story. "I guess," she admitted. "I guess maybe I did, I don't know." She had stopped smoking now altogether and had her legs tight together and her hands clasped together in her lap. "Anyway, he had me that way-one hand on my pussy and the other on one of my tits-"
She stopped momentarily and glanced down at her chest as if trying to remember which one it was, then raised her eyes and raced on.
"-and I rolled over on my side where I could get my arms around him. I was awfully ... uh ... excited, by then ... and I just wanted it to keep on going. I could feel his squeezing my tits against his chest once I turned on my side toward him. I ... I hugged him back. Hard. I ran my hands over his butt and even ... I even-remember, now, I was still dreaming and a long way from being awake when I did all this-"
"Yeah, okay," said Herman impatiently. "And what did you 'even' do?"
"I ran my hands under his belt and put my hand on his peter," she went, her words coming faster as she relived the experience. "I unzipped his pants and-you know, just pulled it out of his shorts. He made a real funny noise. Kinda scaredlike ... scared but also-well, he liked it. I know that much. He liked it a lot, me taking it out like that.
"It was little but it sure was hard. Wow, it was hard as a handlebar on a bike! He ... he didn't know what to do with it. I jacked it some for him ... he kept squeezing my pussy ... I showed him how to get into it-he didn't even know, he'd just been gripping the hairy part without even trying to stick in a finger-"
"And you were still not awake, not even by then?" Herman demanded of her. "You mean to tell me you were still asleep and thought you were dreaming?"
But now she ignored him completely. She talked right on, lickety-split, her words running on as though he hadn't even spoken. And what she was saying was so exciting he wasn't about to stop her.
"-face on my shoulder," she was saying, Herman having missed a few words, "and started kissing me, first on my collarbone and then on my neck and then on my face ... I kissed him in the ear and he went wild. Moved his mouth all over my face and neck, then down toward my tits. I was real sweaty by then. His lips just seemed to slide down over a nipple without either one of us doing anything. I turned over on my back and he stayed with me.
"I spread wide open and manuevered his finger into my pussy, then pulled it out after a minute 'cause I was so hot. I needed more than just his finger in me. I frigged his peter for him and he really dug it. As I frigged it, I moved myself underneath it and scooted around 'til my pussy hairs were touching the end of it. Then I grabbed his butt and pulled him down into me. Jeez-his peter may have been small, but I was so hot from all the playing around we'd done that it felt fantastic to have it in there where I needed it. Jimmy didn't need any help after that ... he took right to it-just kept pounding my pussy like crazy.
"My robe was all the way off by then. I was lying on it and he was dogging his knees into it as he crammed in the peter ... whew ... he kept kissing my tits and squeezing me tight just like he'd been fucking all his life."
Rosalie was so hot she scarcely noticed her easy use of the "forbidden word." She was hunched forward in the chair with her legs so tightly clamped together it almost seemed that she was getting herself off. A tiny rivulet of sweat ran down her cheek and there were damp spots all over her thin clothes, especially under her arms and on her upper legs.
"He kept fucking me and sucking my nipples like that until I thought I'd go crazy. He isn't old enough to shoot a wad yet, so he didn't know when to quit. Darn, he just kept feeding it to me, on and on, 'til I-"
Herman had resisted the building pressure too long. It got the better of him at last. He stood up behind his desk and pointed an accusing finger at the girl, breaking into the conversation with such force that she shut her mouth in awe.
" 'I'll you came," he hissed, his voice mean and dirty. "He kept popping it to you 'til you came, didn't you, you scummy little whore-that's what happened, isn't it? And that's when your mom and dad showed up and caught you, right?"
His words dazed her. "They came in and found us ... yes, that's when they came into the room," she said, her voice weak. "But Jimmy lied! He did. He lied-told 'em he was lying in his room reading and I came in and made him do everything. They wouldn't believe me ... it was his room, so they wouldn't believe me."
"Forget about that," he spat. "I'll see to it you don't get sent away for it. I'll make out a good report on you. Right now there's something more important. You know fucking well what I'm talking about, don't you?"
She turned her head aside. She still sat tense, her thighs pressed together and her arms folded over her burgeoning tits. She did know what he was referring to but she couldn't stand to admit it. She hated him for letting her get so worked up and then taking advantage of her.
"Look at me when I talk to you, you dirty little slut!" he cried, leaning over the desk toward her.
"You're sitting there so goddamned hot to be fucked you're about to explode, aren't you? That's what's wrong with you. You're thinking about that day with Jimmy, and you're wishing he had been older so he could have unloaded a big gob of hot cream into that hot young cunt of yours!"
It terrified her to have him say such things ... things that were true. She hated him for knowing how desperately she needed to be worked on this very minute.
Her face was sullen, but behind that mask she was hungry for a cock. Her turncoat little brother, any of the boys she dated ... she would have taken on any one of them. Her cunt throbbed beneath the tight, dampened crotch of her panties.
"No," she lied, "no, that's not true. That's awful! Why are you saying such terrible things to me? Leave me alone. Please. Let me go home. I ... promise I'll never-I mean that nothing will ever happen again with Jimmy."
But when she raised her eyes, pleading, and looked at her persecutor, she was filled with new fear. He wasn't answering her at all, he was ignoring her pleas. And-my gosh, how could he do such a thing right there in the office?-he was walking around the desk and unbuckling his belt as he came!
"I'll let you go, all right," he said, his voice hoarse with desire for her. "I'll let you go after I give you what you need, honey! Raise your skirt and show me those damned panties. I'll bet they're wet as a mop."
It had finally happened in spite of his best efforts to hold himself back. Now he was determined to bury his cock in her crotch, come hell or high water.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rosalie couldn't believe her eyes. The man actually seemed intent on having her right then and there, and right in his office! She watched with open mouth as he dropped his belt on the floor and advanced toward her.
"God," she moaned, "what are you doing? You can't! Oh please, please don't-"
""Come on, cut the crap," he hissed. "You know fucking well you're dying for it. You loved every second of it when you were letting your little brother lay it to you, and you'd have gone for it even more if he'd been old enough to shoot you full of juice. I am old enough, honey, so just open up like a good little girl and show me that hairy muff."
He was right in front of her now. With her still seated, the distance of her head from the floor was almost exactly level with the fly of his pants-an extremely convenient place for it, he thought. He put his hand on top of her head and stroked the silky thickness of her midnight black tresses.
She was trembling, her big dark eyes flashing around the room with agitation.
"You ... you can't do this," she whimpered. "Somebody might come in and find us."
He laughed at her, taking her hand in his and placing her fingers on his zipper as he spoke. "That's just what I thought," he said, "you want it all right. Hell, if being caught in the act is all you're worried about, you can rest easy. The door locks from the inside automatically whenever it's closed."
He forced her hand downward, unzipping his zipper as it moved. She squirmed but he controlled her with ease.
"You're awfully slow about raising your skirt like I told you to," he chided. "If you're ashamed for me to see how wet and ready you are, I'll break the ice. Take a gander at that, baby, and see how ready I am."
And with that he brought her hand to the lower limit of the zipper, allowing the lump in his pants to flop into the open. Rosalie found herself staring directly at the red, beefy end of his stiff prick. She had no other course but to gaze at the thing.
Herman stepped forward suddenly and she was humiliated to find the heated shaft against her cheek. Her nose was buried in the curly hair at its base.
He took her forearm and jerked her roughly sideways. "Okay," he rasped, "get that fucking skirt up, you hear! If I don't see your bare panties damned quick, I'm gonna make you chow down on my cock. Now which will it be?"
Shamed to the roots of her hair, she gingerly lifted the hem of her skirt past her long, curvaceous thighs 'til the silken crotch of her panties peeped out from beneath.
"Higher, damn it!" he commanded. He reached over her back and unbuttoned the waistband as she did what she was told. The garment fell open. He pulled her off the chair and it fell to her feet in a wrinkled heap. There was no way she could conceal her embarrassing secret from him now-her underpants were wet. He had been right all along about how her recounting of the sex bout with Jimmy was affecting her. She was so wet between the legs that her panties showed a dark moisture stain over the entire area of her cunt.
He pushed her sideways onto his office couch and awkwardly fell to his knees beside her. "Go ahead, honey," he whispered huskily, "off with em.
She was quicker to act this time. She hooked a forefinger inside the waistband of the damp panties and slid them downward over the smooth, moist skin of her perfect thighs. She wouldn't look him in the eye, but he could tell she was secretly proud of the way she looked under her clothes. He placed one of her hands on his cock again and this time she didn't even try to move it.
Did he just imagine it, or did she actually give it an affectionate little squeeze? He wasn't sure.
She was trembling so much it was hard to tell.
"Go ahead and feel it all you want to, baby," he invited her. "Never seen one that big, huh? How's that compare with Jimmy's little peter? You're gonna see something else different about it, too-it's full of juice. Full to the brim, and all for you."
Herman's anxiety about the imagined smallness of his prick was coming out again. He wildly hoped, as he spoke, that maybe her experience was limited enough for her to think he really had a big one. She didn't answer, but it wasn't necessary. It was plain now that she wanted some action and wouldn't try to hold back on him any longer at all.
He clumsily unbuttoned her blouse and she did nothing to stop him. Her bra was crammed full of the milky-white mounds of her plump big tits. Without waiting another instant, he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. At the same time he ran his free hand between her legs and insinuated his fingers inside the legband of her panties. To his delight, she wiggled her ass, helping him get them off.
Now her hand was moving up and down the shaft of his cock of her own accord. Her panties were down to her knees and Herman was fingering her cunt curls while sucking on her tit.
As soon as his fingers passed through the hairs and touched the soft, resilient skin beneath, Herman lifted his mouth from her tit and wheezed, "Sonofabitch, baby, that's eatin' pussy! Open up and lemme get a nice mouthful of that!"
Rosalie didn't have to be told twice. Her legs sprung open like a switchblade and she gave a little moan. She writhed around on the couch like a snake and went to work on his prick with both of her hands.
"Oh ... ohhh," she sighed. "Please ... please don't make me so hot. I can't stand it. Oh, I can't stand it when you do that to me!"
The thing she was so wigged-out over was Herman's tongue. He had pressed his face through the underbrush of her damp, curly crotch hair and his tongue had made contact with the warm, moist flesh of her pussy lips.
In answer to her plea, he simply gave her some food for thought-and also for using her mouth on. With a twist of his torso, he positioned his prick right over her face. It was plainly obvious what he wanted her to do with it.
She had moved away from the thing as though it were poison a few minutes before, when he pushed it against her cheek as she sat in the chair. But now things were entirely different. She no longer made a pretense of not wanting him in her pants. With a gusty intake of air, she guided the fat tip of his cock into her mouth and closed her lips on it with a resounding smack.
"Ungh!" Herman grunted, his mouth buried between her thighs. "Oh ... oh oh ... unghhhh!"
He had been completely unprepared for her enthusiastic participation. She withheld nothing. She even used her tongue on him. The second he felt its warm, wet surface wind around the head of his prick, he was unable to hold back. With a hunch of his loins, he pressed forward and filled her mouth with an abundance of thick white sperm.
She was as surprised as he was. But she was so hot she took it in stride, slurping it off his glans and swallowing it like a gob of whipped cream. For a few seconds Herman was incapacitated by the searing pleasure of his climax, but he soon recovered and shot his tongue back into her cunt like a frog catching a housefly.
This time he gave only a few licks to her cunt lips, going at once for the shiny nubbin of her pulsing clit. She'd had boys finger it before and she'd had cocks give her goose bumps by sliding past it on the way into her cunt-but never had she experienced a tongue against the delicate organ.
She felt a beautiful warmth fuse through her entire pelvis, felt her insides quiver like honey, then came. She worked her ass back and forth against his face in order to extract every last bit of pleasure from her orgasm, then collapsed with her arms over the end of the couch and her chest heaving wildly.
by the time she had gotten back to normal, Herman already had his pants back on and was combing his hair. Rosalie felt like hell. She had loved it while everything was happening, but now that it was over she felt like two cents. She quickly scrambled into her clothes and hurriedly set about making herself presentable. She could hardly get out of his office fast enough. And Herman, who had been so eager to extract information from her only a little while before, was now more than willing to let her go.
He ate lunch alone, at a restaurant a few blocks away from the welfare office where none of his coworkers ever went. He had a lot of thinking to do.
It wasn't so much that he was worried over the fact that the girl might blow the whistle on him. He thought he had convinced her pretty well of the insanity of doing that. And he really intended to file a good report on the matter of her incident with her brother, just as he had said. What worried him was the fact that he had completely lost control of himself. Utterly.
The little tease had gotten under his skin too much for him to resist. But it was much more dangerous than he had let on to Rosalie. True, the door was locked behind her and the office was thoroughly soundproofed. But what if his boss had wanted to see him? Or what if his secretary had had a phone call for him? There were a dozen things that could have accidentally resulted in his being caught with the girl.
He had been damned lucky, that was for sure. And he was going to have to keep himself from doing any so stupid. Losing his job would be bad enough-but what about Laverne? If he ever got canned for any such hanky-panky, she'd have a fit.
Herman's afternoon interviews were routine, and although one involved a particularly pretty girl he was able to hold himself in check. He didn't even subject her to the kind of embarrassing questions he usually delighted in springing on his interviewees. She was a fourteen-year-old who had been forced at gun point to strip for a drunken uncle, then coerced into sucking off a German shepherd. The man had subsequently been arraigned by the police and was sure to have the book thrown at him.
by five o'clock, Herman was more than ready to leave the office. He wheeled onto the freeway and was home in minutes. To his delight, no one was home. Both kids were with Laverne at a friend's house across town. A note asked him to please fix his own supper, advising him they wouldn't be back 'til after eight.
He ambled into the kitchen and opened a cold beer. It was very pleasant to enjoy it in peace without having Laverne hounding him. She didn't like for him to drink "in front of the kids," and usually gave him a hard time about it even when they weren't around.
He had a second, and by the time he opened the third bottle he was much more relaxed. He picked up a book to read, but abandoned it after the first page. He was restless.
He got up and headed for the girls' bedroom. Why the hell hadn't he realized what was eating him? He still had the kids on his mind, that's what it was. He remembered with a shiver of pleasure how Francine's dirty panties had provided him with such strange and unexpected excitement the evening before.
He started rumaging through their chest of drawers, idly running his hands through the contents to see what he might turn up. There were little anklets in one drawer, white and pastel. In another there were folded handkerchiefs and hair ribbons.
Damn it, where's the underwear, he wondered, opening and closing drawers at random. The next drawer was stuffed with frilly petticoats. Hmmm, he mused, wonder when these ever get worn? I never see the girls wearing anything like this.
Finally he came upon a neat pile of panties. He set his beer can down and searched through the soft undies, running his fingertip across the inner crotches and flipping the elastic in their waistbands. The thought that tomorrow or the next day one of these undergarments would be plastered against the pubescent flesh of one of the girls was enough to make his cock start swelling.
Impetuously, he brought a pair of panties to his nose and sniffed the crotch. Nice. Clean and sweet-smelling. But somehow not as much fun as sniffing a pair that had just been discarded by one of the girls. He thought again of how satisfying it had been to jack himself off in the bathroom while listening to his daughters' chattering in the hall and smelling Francine's cast-off panties. He went into their closet and searched through their hangers trying to find something-he didn't know quite what-that would carry the intoxicating scent of their youthful bodies.
Didn't Francine wear bras now? He couldn't precisely remember whether she did or not. Was he getting bombed on just three cans of beer? No, he recalled, of course she didn't. But her titties were now developed to the point where she should-it was only because of Laverne that she didn't yet have one. His wife wouldn't admit to herself that precious little girls were anything but immature children.
Damn it, if only Francine wore bras he could try to find one of them to sniff. He was sure the delicate scent of the youngster's freshly risen titties would provide him with a great turn-on. He poked around and finally came up with a cotton shirt recently cast off by one of the kids. It must have been worn that very day. The underarm areas were still ever so slightly damp. He excitedly pulled the garment to his nose and inhaled, burying his nostrils in the redolent fabric.
Ahhh, he sighed. Lovely smell. That was more like it. He treated himself to one more sniff and noticed, before tossing it back where he found it, that it was a shade too small to be Francine's. It must be Jilly's. It thrilled him to discover that the shirt belonged to his younger daughter-he mustn't forget her. Being two years younger than Francine, she was naturally not as developed. Only the barest trace of any titties, and possibly only the slightest growth of pussy hair ... but he knew how sexy an eleven-year-old can be in her own right. Damn, wonder if she did have fuzz on her pussy? How he would love to inspect the soft flesh inside her panties sometime and find out!
He finished his beer with a single big swallow and started to leave their room. As he passed the chest of drawers again he couldn't resist stopping for one last sniff of panties, freshly laundered or not. He rummaged inside, this time sticking his hand all the way to the ones on the bottom. What? His fingers encountered a piece of paper. He pulled it out and unfolded it.
A note! And evidently a very personal note, considering where he found it. His elder daughter's name was printed on an outer fold in pencil. His eyes scanned the contents voraciously. It was obviously a mash note from some boy at school.
"Dear Francie," it began. "This is to tell you that sumbody likes you a lot and thinks your a reel groovy chick. I can t say who I am, except I'm in your third period class. Do you have a steady boyfriend? I never see you with any certain guy all the time. I think your the prettiest girl in class. I would reely like to 'know you better,' If You Know What I Mean."
The note was signed "Love and XXXXs, Guess Who?" At the bottom was a final word-"P.S. Once I saw you bend down to get a pencil you dropped on the floor, and I saw inside your blouse. What do you think I saw in there? (Ha Ha!)"
At first Herman was furious. Some little pintsized Romeo had staked out his daughter as a target for his pimply-faced lust! The kid must be pretty dumb, in the bargain, if he could spell no better than the note gave proof. How could a kid get to the seventh grade still unable to spell any better than that? But his irritation soon vanished. Hell, the note wasn't all that bad, even including the reference to Francine's tits. Most boys do such things at a certain age.
In a way he was even glad she had received the note, and that she had kept it. It proved that her pretty little body wasn't the only part of her that was growing up, that her crafty little brain was concerned with the dark new possibilities of sex.
He carefully folded it and put it where he found it. Hmmm, he mused, "Francie" instead of "Francine," huh? That must be what some of the kids at school now call her. It's kind of cute. I'll have to remember that.
Herman meant to wait up for them to come home, but conked out after another beer and went to sleep. In his dreams that night there appeared a jumbled parade of faceless teenagers in panties and bras. They were all giggling and tickling each other in the ribs, their coltish limbs flying in joyous abandon. When they became aware of his presence, they all looked up and grinned. Two of the faces were then recognizable-the pert, elfin faces of Jilly and Francine. They waved at him, then, fingertips to lips, they blew him a kiss.
But before he could return it, his dream changed to the senseless picture of his prune-faced old secretary performing a spirited tap dance on a stage made from ripe watermelon. She was barefoot and wore a large manhole cover on her head.
In the morning, recalling the dream, he snorted in disgust. What a ridiculous ending to such a promising beginning! Why couldn't Jilly and Francine have remained there longer? As to his secretary's idiotic appearance, he was as mystified as he was disgruntled. Stupid fucking dream!
The rest of the week lumbered along well enough. On one night he made it with Laverne, if being permitted to suck her cunt qualified as "making it." And at work he managed to keep his cool, in spite of considerable provocation to do otherwise. A certain little redhead with big green eyes and perky little knockers gave him his most difficult test.
When Saturday morning arrived, Laverne got after him to help her. Uh oh, he thought to himself, more screens to put up or dog shit to be cleaned off the lawn.
"Okay, honey," he reluctantly agreed, "what is it this time? If it's about that screen on the kitchen window I already told you that I was going to-"
"No, no," she interrupted. "I've already given up on that. All I want you to is stay home with Francine while I take Jilly to the dentist. I let Francine stay up too long last night watching television and she's sleeping like a log. I couldn't even wake her up to get her dressed and take her with me-you know what a deadhead she is! Think you can do that for me?"
Could he ever! "Yeah, sure," he said, forcing himself not to reveal how glad he was, "I'll stick around. How long'll you be gone? Going anywhere else?"
She told him she simply must get her hair done, and that she was unable to get home before four or so.
"It isn't that Francine isn't old enough to be home by herself," Laverne explained. "It's just that I hate for her to be here alone when Jilly and I are downtown. If she'd been awake she'd have wanted to go with us. She'll feel left out."
He assured her he would stay home 'til she got back. "And don't guzzle all the beer we've got left while I'm gone," she reminded him as they went out the door.
After he was sure Laverne was well out of earshot, Herman carefully enunciated two words in her direction-"Fuck you." But it disturbed him a bit to realize, even as he was speaking, that he would never say anything like it to her face.
Like a flash, without bothering even to change out of his pajamas, he dashed to the girls' room. There she was, deeply asleep just as Laverne had said. Francine was lying on her right side, back to the wall, with her coltish limbs thrown out every which way. The covers were in a turmoil and her long blonde hair was strewn all over the pillow. As he looked on, her chest rose and fell with the healthy regularity of a young animal.
Too bad he couldn't see her tits. The quilt happened to be placed so that it strategically shielded them from his view, however, and all he could detect was their amorphous but delectable presence underneath. But he was luckier with certain other parts of her youthful anatomy.
One long leg was entirely exposed, being covered only at the very top of her slender thigh. A few more inches and he would-have been treated to a choice shot of her crotch. He wondered whether she was wearing panties. How did his little girls sleep, anyway? He couldn't remember. Another portion of her body left pleasingly and sensually bare was the entire left cheek of her hard young ass. His eyes lingered long and thoughtfully there, and were only dislodged by an unexpected movement she suddenly made.
Herman stepped quickly back and started to leave the room until he realized it was nothing more than a random shifting of position. She was still deeply and gloriously asleep, he noted with a sigh of relief. He walked closer, this time to the very edge of the bed. Her pretty face, fresh and rosy without the slightest trace of make-up, lay softly against the clean white pillow. Her mouth was parted loosely, displaying the perfect brightness of her teeth, and her lips-precociously full and slightly moist-pouted over some unknowable dream that may have been passing through her mind.
Jesus, thought Herman, gazing down at her lovely young form, how the hell I managed to pretend this kid doesn't turn me on for all these years is more than I can understand. She's a regular little doll if there ever was one!
Testing her, he slowly lowered himself to the bed and sat beside her. No reaction. He sat heavily with all his weight, even bouncing a couple of times. Her only motion was the natural swaying of her body caused by the movement of the bed. In a quiet voice he said, "Honey, you awake? Wake up, now." Still nothing.
With anticipation nervously mounting, Herman swung his feet from his slippers and lay beside her. His weight caused her body to slide slightly toward him, but still no sign of wakefulness from the sleeping youngster. The slight movement caused her legs to fall open a trifle, making her unconscious pose even more sensual and suggestive than before, but she evidently remained soundly asleep. Herman raised trembling fingers to her half-covered form and started to touch her. Would this wake her up?
Talking to her and moving the bed was one thing, but to actually come in contact with her body-that was quite another. Dare he attempt so bold a thing? Shit, what if she woke up! What could he say? "Excuse me, I was just looking for my golf shoes?" Hardly. Oh, he could simply tell her to shut up and go back to sleep, to forget it. After all, he was her father. But he knew damned well if he did anything too weird, word would get back to her mother.
He couldn't stand to be that close to such tempting flesh without at least a touch. Gingerly, his hand moved over her body, still uncertain where he should try touching her. It was like a hawk, dipping here and there over the surface below without ever quite touching down.
He'd try it somewhere though the quilt. That seemed less dangerous than allowing himself to touch her bare skin. At last he dropped his fingertips to the curve of her waist, just below her ribs. He traced it up and down the long contour of her side from her hip to nearly under her arm. She kept breathing with perfect regularity, her eyes tightly closed.
Sonofabitch, he thought, it's giving me a charge just to feel her through the quilt ... wish to hell I had guts enough to get under the covers and really get into it.
He lay on his left side, facing her, he in his unbuttoned pajamas and she partially covered by the quilt. He supported himself on his left elbow and used his right hand to perform his exciting explorations. He kept increasing the pressure of his fingers 'til he was rubbing her side. Now he could feel the delicately articulated bones of her individual ribs, as well as the firm rise of her hip and the erotic swell of firm flesh just below her arm.
His cock crept out of his pajamas and extended onto the sheet. With a surge of excitement he realized he had a good chance to really do something worthwhile with the kid. Shit, if only he could manage to strip the quilt all the way off without waking her up, he'd even settle for that. It would be enough just to see all of her at once, even if he didn't get to lay a hand on her naked body. He could enjoy lying there by her and gazing at her while he jerked himself off, that was for certain.
But with any luck, maybe he could even do more! His cock was all the way stiff now, and as he considered the wonderful possibilities confronting him it began to throb. He extended the movement of his hand to the round curve of her ass, the still-covered cheek of it, and its solid firmness sent a chill of delight through his excited body.
Just as he was extending his hand toward her armpit again, she suddenly moved! He jerked his hand away and was half off the bed before he realized it had only been a sleepy shifting of position. She was still out. He wiped his face of sweat and lay down again beside her. Her movement had opened up new vistas of delight and he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Now she lay more on her back than on her side, one slim knee in the air and the upper part of her chest exposed well below the collar bone. Shit! A few more inches and he could see, finally, the naked loveliness of one of those sweet little titties that poked up so impertinently from beneath the quilt.
He was getting so excited now that he was bolder. God damn it, I can't stand this any longer-I'm gonna at least get her naked so I can get me an eyeful!
Impetuously he jerked the quilt off her entire upper body. The girl's pretty little titties lay naked and soft before him, perfectly formed and each about the size of a small lemon. The skin was rosy pink, the color anyone with such blonde hair and pure blue eyes would have to have, he thought. Only the pert nipples that crowned their tips differed slightly in shade, and these were a deep, livid pink that emphasized their pointy shape.
Herman felt like crying, they were so nice to look at. It was all he could do to keep from covering the succulent buds with his mouth and, slobbering like a madman perhaps, lick and suck them 'til either she awoke or he went insane from lust. He moved toward her now with a growing need to lay his eager hands on the nakedness of her virginal flesh. Her lips lay half open, still pouting like a spoiled young aristocrat.
Then suddenly there was the crunch of gravel in the driveway and before he could believe what was happening, Jilly had dashed from the car and into the house. She was already as far as the inner hall before he managed to leap off the bed and stand trembling in the doorway. She was between him and the master bedroom, and here he was in the same room with her sleeping and half-naked big sister, his cock hanging out and racing like an engine.
"Daddy," she called out. "Daddy, where are you?"
CHAPTER SIX
Herman froze against the door facing. If only he had some clothes on, he could bluff his way out. But Laverne had always been very strict about the Brockman family wearing clothes around the house. Jilly would be sure to think it strange that he was bumbling around in his pajamas and would undoubtedly mention it to Laverne.
For agonizing seconds, he heard her light feet tripping in and out of the master bedroom. Then he heard her go to the door and yell out, "Mom, he's not in his room. What do you want me to do, just bring you the money off the dresser?"
Jesus! That's all that made them come back? He'd had a thousand thoughts and all that was wrong was Laverne had forgotten to take enough goddamned money with her!
Within seconds, Jilly had grabbed the money off the dresser at her mother's command and dashed back to the car with it, and they were both gone as soon as they had arrived.
Whew! Much too close for comfort. He glanced over his shoulder to be sure Francine was still asleep and, seeing that she was, ran to the kitchen. He grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and downed it all in three long swallows, then opened a second can and took it with him to the bedroom. He drank a long swig from it, deposited it on the night table, and hopped back into bed.
"Okay, honey," he muttered under his breath, "I learned my lesson. Damned near lost my chance to get it on with you ... this time is for real."
He dropped beside her and placed his hand on the only remaining part of her body still covered by the quilt-the shallow hollow of her crotch. The marvelous heat of her young cunt, real or imagined by Herman in his new lust, seemed to flow up through the thin quili like smoke up the flue of a fireplace.
He massaged her, not with fear and hesitation as before, but with the lusty pressure of a man bent on getting pleasure for himself. The girl shifted only slightly and when she did it was only to bring her thighs closer together. She moved her head on the pillow and the trace of a petulant sleep frown grew on her face, but soon vanished to leave her as unwaking as before.
Herman suddenly remembered what young Rosalie had told him during her interview ... she had been asleep when her little brother began playing around with her naked body. Would it be possible to take equal liberties with Francine? God, how he hoped it would! But maybe Rosalie had been lying, as he strongly suspected, and hadn't really been asleep like she claimed.
Oh, the hell with it! No two people have the same sleeping habits anyway ... for all he knew, maybe Francine slept even more heavily than Rosalie. He would sure as shit give it a whirl. He gazed down at the nearly naked body of his daughter and his mind blurred at the potential pleasure in store for him. Those beautiful little tits, those long slender legs, the smooth perfect skin of her pretty face and the long blonde hair that lay in a golden fan across the pillow ... all that was lying there waiting for him to rejoice in!
If--and it was a big "if-he could manage to keep from waking her up. It was dangerous, but impossible for him to resist trying the crazy thing.
He boldly ran his hand under the quilt, touching her for the first time on her bare skin. He moved his fingers gently over the depression of her navel, then headed for the creamy little mounds of her small plump titties.
The touch of her skin sent shivers of desire through his body and made his cock pulse like a piston. He switched hands, putting his left hand on her flat, firm stomach and grabbing his meat with the other.
"Oh, honey," he said under his breath to his sleeping daughter, "if only you don't wake up 'til I get a nice hold on these sweet little tits."
Herman rubbed her stomach and worked his way toward her tits, ever wary that she might awaken. Francine began to move a bit, but it was only the aimless tossing of a sleep that, while still deep, was nevertheless somewhat disturbed. He worked his hand up and down his tool with gusto.
When he finally closed his fingers over the taut tip of her nipples, he had to quit jacking off. He was so worked up over finally getting his hands on the girl's ripe treasures that he was afraid he'd shoot off at that very instant. Breathing hard, he lay beside her and milked the titty with one hand as he brought the other up to join it. If there ever was a pair of tits that deserved double duty, this was the pair.
He leaned over her and gazed at her baby-soft face from only inches away, dying to plaster his hungry lips over her inviting, half-parted mouth. He ran his nose up and down the length of her tits and tummy, savoring the slightly acrid odor of her girl smell. His cock quivered between his legs, demanding access to the damp, secret skin of inner thighs.
I can't touch her with it, he thought to himself. It's stupid to think that wouldn't wake her up ... gotta hold back. God, would I like to feel the head of my cock between her legs!
He also knew that the splitting of her maidenhead would be no trivial matter-even if she were awake, much less starting out at it while she slept. If not his cock, maybe his hands then ... if playing with her tits this much didn't wake her up, maybe he would get by with a little finger-fucking.
He should have known there was bound to be a reaction from her somewhere along the line, but by this time his hard prick was controlling him about as much as his head was. He left one hand to stimulate her tits and stuck the other under the quilt.
He flipped it off and left her, for the first time, totally naked. The little tease wasn't wearing anything at all over her privates!
Sonofabitch, he thought, look at that, will you? If her mother knew she slept strip-ass naked like this she'd tan her hide ... wonder if Jilly does the same?
He was set atremble all over again by the sight of her virginal young cunt. The hair there was sparse compared to a grown woman's, but the sleek swell of her outer lips was enough to prove she was far from being a "little girl." And the color-every bit as blonde as the silky hair on her golden little head! His fingers shook as he poised them over her sweet slit and built up enough nerve to dip into the honey.
His prick was still as a poker and quaking like it had become a separate part of his body. He glanced at her face again one more time, then parted the golden fleece with his fingers and pressed them to the full-lipped slit of her lovely little cunt.
She moved! This time a lot. Before he even began to have time to see if he could make her wet, she turned her ass this way and that. Then she even raised an arm to her face and shielded her eyes as though she were on the verge of waking up.
Herman jerked his hands off her body as though it were radioactive. He hopped off the bed, his cock jiggling awkwardly in the air and his feet desperately seeking his house slippers. Before he was even standing, she began to mumble.
"Huh? Whaz 'at?" she mumbled groggily. "Who zat?"
Herman jammed his feet into the elusive slippers and tore out of her room like a cannon shot. Behind him he could still hear her half-wakened voice.
He dove into his bed and closed the door behind him. For agonizing seconds he lay in fear. Had she seen him as he ran out? Had she known he was on the bed with her? Had she known anyone was? Would she freak out when she saw that her covers had been pulled off, or maybe just think she'd done it herself during the night? And did she realize, now that she was awake, that someone had been touching her body in intimate places where no hand dare intrude except her own?
Listening closely and hold his breath, he could make out noises in her room. A drawer opening and closing, a swishing noise, a random movement ... then the sound of her feet in the hall. She was not only awake, but up and dressed and coming toward the master bedroom!
"Mom," she called outside the door, "Daddy?"
He grabbed a book off the night table and answered, "Francine, that you? Your mom's with Jilly at the dentist. What's wrong? I thought you were still asleep."
"Daddy," she called, "could ... could you come out here a minute please?"
Oh, shit, he thought, this is it! She sounded disturbed. Carefully remembering to don his robe over his pajamas, he went out to see what was going to happen.
"Never mind, Daddy," she said, changing her mind, "it's okay. There's nothing wrong. I ... I don't have to talk to you. I guess I'll just wait 'til Mom gets home."
He felt a cold chill pass through his heart. The worst had happened-she was going to tell Laverne he'd been in her room. Somehow she had been awake more than he knew.
He became especially nice. "Now Francine, can't you and I discuss this? You don't have to take it to your mother, do you? I'm sure the two of us can-"
"No, Daddy," she said, smiling sweetly. "It ... it's a 'girl type' thing I have to talk about. I better wait for Mom. It's not important, I guess."
Her easy demeanor gave him second thoughts. Was it possible she could be referring to something else? Being as careful as he could to keep his voice from shaking, he asked in a very offhand tone, "How long you been awake? Did the ... alarm wake you? Did you and Jilly have your clock set?"
"Oh, no," she told him, her face innocent as a lamb's, "I just now woke up. Guess I just woke up 'cause it was time for me to quit sleeping."
He had to restrain himself from giving out with an audible sigh of relief. His fears were in vain-somehow, she had been asleep all the time after all. It made him feel so good to know he had escaped detection that he ushered her into the kitchen and poured some orange juice for her. He even offered to scramble her some eggs.
"You will?" she eagerly chirped. "Groovy!"
It wasn't at all common for her daddy to make such an offer. She wondered why he was so con genial this morning. Maybe she had just been overlooking how nice he really was. Suddenly she felt especially close to him. Maybe she could talk to him about what was bothering her, after all.
"Sure nothing's wrong, honey?" he called from the stove.
That did it. She would talk to him about it instead of waiting for her mom. She answered yes, that there was something on her mind, but she would feel funny talking about it with him. She said she was afraid she might get embarrassed, though. It was, she repeated, "girl stuff."
He assured her it would be okay. He lightly jested that her mom wasn't the only adult in the house who knew about such matters, and she shouldn't feel at all ashamed to discuss whatever it was with him.
What the hell's she driving at, anyway, he wondered.
"Well, okay, Daddy," she finally said. "I guess it's okay for me to talk about stuff like this with you. But listen ... don't mention this to Mom. I think she might get sore if she found out I talked to you about it."
He assured her everything she said would be strictly between them. She giggled and said okay, she could confide in him, but it would take her awhile to get up her nerve.
"Well, maybe it'll only take you as long to do that as it does to finish your eggs," he joshed. "I'll be in the living room watching television."
Now he was really curious. On the other hand, she seemed especially talkative and friendly this morning. Maybe his best bet was just to let her go at her own speed and not try to push her. That approach had worked well so far. He grabbed a beer and plopped down on the couch to watch television.
In a few minutes she came in and joined him. She made him promise he wouldn't laugh at her, then opened up to him. She said she'd been having some strange feelings lately. They were "real personal" feelings, she told him, and they were different than anything she had ever felt before. Boldly, she mentioned that she thought it might have something to do with the fact that she had begun having her period a few months before, but she wasn't sure.
It made Herman feel good to have her discuss such intimate things with him. Not to mention the fact that such a sexy subject made his cock grow a bit inside his pajamas and robe.
"Well, honey," he said, "I thought your mom had a long talk with you about your period and everything. Didn't she explain it all to you? You better be more specific."
"Yeah, she explained all that to me," Francine said, "but I didn't mean it's something about my actual period ... just about ... I don't know, just about growing up, I guess. See, Daddy, I think something's wrong with me. I mean, I feel certain ways sometimes and I don't know if other girls ever feel that way or not. You think ... you think I could be some kind of freak, Daddy?"
Her last statement was uttered with such grave seriousness that he had to tousle her hair and laugh in spite of his promise. He assured her that he wasn't laughing at her, only at her idea that she might be "some kind of freak."
"Honey," he said, "there's not a thing in the world wrong with you. Of course you're not any kind of freak. You're healthy as you can be, the prettiest girl in your class. Didn't they give you the main role in the big school play last year? "
She reddened a bit around the ears at his compliment, but inside she felt a surge of delight at his words. She modestly acknowledged what he said, but claimed that what she was talking about was something else.
"I ... I really shouldn't tell you, Daddy," she hedged. "It's about ... you know, secret things...." Her voice trailed off and she lowered her eyes.
"Nonsense," he said, pulling her to him playfully and shaking her by the ears. That forced a grin on her face. "Come on, out with it. Tell Daddy what's bothering you."
Her face brightened. "Promise you won't tell Mom?"
"Of course not," he cried. "No way!" This was getting tedious and silly.
"Okay then," she said, "but let me whisper it to you."
And she stretched forward and put her lips to his ear. As she whispered, her firm torso was pressed delightfully close to his. And she was stretched so far forward that her skirt was inadvertently yanked much higher up the back of her pretty legs than she meant it to be. He could see damned near up to where the elastic legband of her panties must be, he thought. He remembered how delicious she had looked in bed, naked.
As her hot breath buzzed into ear, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. The combination of what she was telling him plus the intimate closeness of their bodies was making his prick swell in spite of his best efforts to keep it down. If a mirror had been in front of him, he would have been amazed at the way his eyes grew wider and wider as he listened.
Finally she drew away and shyly turned her face away. "See what I mean, Daddy," she said in a quiet voice, "see why I didn't want to tell you?"
He swept his arm around her, enclosing her in a fatherly hug and pulling her affectionately to his side.
"You poor little monkey," he consoled her. "Is that what's been bothering you? Well, I'm going to fix that right now. You've been an awfully good girl to tell me about it. I know it was hard for you to talk about, but don't worry ... we're going to have a 'man-to-man' talk and I'm going to clear everything up for you."
She managed a fey grin at his attempt to make her laugh about them having a man-to-man talk.
"You sit right here, honey," he told her, pulling her onto his lap as though it were the most common thing in the world, "right here where you used to sit when you were a little bitty girl. There, isn't that better?"
She nodded, smiling at this unaccustomed display of parental affection, and allowed her trim figure to be hauled onto his lap. She felt a little silly to be sitting there at her age but it was also kind of fun, sort of a joking game between them. But she knew whatever he was about to say in an swer to her questions wouldn't be a joke ... at least she hoped not-she had been deadly serious about everything she whispered to him.
"In the first place, Francine," he said, "all girls have feelings like you just described to me. It's the most normal thing in the world. Some may start being aware of it at an earlier age than others, but sooner or later it's bound to happen."
"It ... it is?" she ventured, wonder in her voice. "Even when it's where I told you...." Her words trailed off and she made a furtive gesture toward her lap.
"Sure," he continued. "And you needn't be embarrassed talking about what's 'between your legs,' as you called it. By the way, you'll hear that called by a lot of names, so it doesn't matter what you call it-but don't be afraid to call it something. Why not just say 'cunt' and be done with it."
She said she'd heard older girls call it that, but thought it was nasty. "I've heard them say p-pussy for it, too," she volunteered, stumbling over the forbidden word from embarrassment but still feeling a thrill of pride at being able to say it in front of her daddy. "And other words, too ... like snatch."
She giggled. "Jilly calls it her 'cunny' sometimes. I don't know where she got that."
"And so, honey," he said, resuming his role as teacher, "it's perfectly natural for a girl's cunt to get those 'funny feelings,' as you called it. That's called 'getting hot' when you feel like that, or 'turned on.' It's like a boy or a man getting a 'hard-on' or getting his prick 'stiff.' You know what that is?"
Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, if she doesn't know what it is she can just wiggle her ass around in my lap and feel mine. I'm so fucking horny from this shit I'm afraid I'm gonna pop my nuts off any second.
She nodded that she knew what that was, lowering her blue eyes at the admission.
"You said you first noticed feeling that way a few years ago when you were taking a warm bath," he went on, "but that afterward you began to notice other things that made you feel the same way. Like sliding down that pole at the playground and the time you rode the horse at Uncle John's farm. But what started bothering you about getting hot was that as you've gotten older, you get hot in different ways, right? And more often than before. That sometimes you just start feeling that way for no reason at all, like when you're in bed at night or when you're taking a sunbath out in the patio?"
She nodded. "Yes, like that," she acknowledged. "But what about this morning? What about a girl gg-getting hot while she's asleep? Isn't that kinda weird?"
Jesus, if she only knew what made her feel that way this morning:, he thought.
"Not in the least," he told her. "You say you don't even remember having any dream? Well, maybe you had one but forgot it. Anyway, it's nothing to be alarmed about. When a boy does it's called a 'wet dream' because he shoots off. But for girls, it just makes them get turned on a lot like you said you were. It's perfectly normal."
Now she was feeling pretty grown up and a lit tie bit wicked to be discussing such things with her daddy. "I sure was," she exclaimed, "more than I've ever been before!"
"You were what, honey?" he asked, his voice growing raspy. He knew damned well what she meant but he wanted to hear the words from her sweet, innocent little mouth.
"Well, hot," she declared, proving she was up to saying the words he had taught her. "Wow, my cunt sure was hot when I woke up!"
His cock pulsed hard at the words issuing from his sweet little daughter's mouth. She darted a glance at his lap and he realized she had actually felt it through his pants. She seemed to grow a bit ill at ease.
"Gee, thanks, Dad, for telling me all that stuff," she said, shifting her hard little ass in his lap. "I guess I better move now, I ... I'm making you uncomfortable."
"No, I'm okay," he said. "You don't have to hop off so soon. Besides, that isn't the only reason you thought of getting off my lap just now, was it?"
"Huh?" she said, giving a little start. "Sure it was. I've been here now for a little while and I just thought you might be getting tired. I'm not a baby anymore," she added, attempting to force lightness, "so I must be kinda heavy after a few minutes on your lap."
"No, you sure aren't a baby anymore," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "But tell me the truth now. Didn't you feel something just now, underneath you? Isn't that the thing that really made you mention getting up?"
She flashed the answer to him with her eyes, un mistakably, before she spoke. "Well yeah," she admitted, "I ... I did feel that."
"Honey, I thought that's what it was," he said. "You don't have to be ashamed of feeling that. That was just Daddy's old cock jumping a little, that's all it was."
"I thought that's what it was," she said quietly, "but I didn't think I oughta ... uh ... you know, talk about it."
As he spoke, he casually let a hand fall from one of her shoulders into her lap, allowing it to lie there unmoving. "Doesn't hurt to talk about it," he said. "Every man's got one. And sometimes a man's cock sorta moves around by itself, you see. Listen, I'm going to tell you a secret. You told me yours, so now I'll tell you mine. Wanna hear it?"
Francine still had vague qualms, but his playful approach appealed to her and made her relax considerably.
"Sure," she piped.
Following her style, he leaned forward and put his lips to the youngster's ear. The delicate pink shell smelled of lemons and clean skin. "You're the one that made my cock jump just now," he whispered to her. "You sitting here in my lap all sweet and pretty ... that's what did it."
It seemed awfully weird for her daddy to have that happen, she thought, but it also made her feel sort of ... proud. Proud that it was her that caused it to happen.
She giggled. "Really?" she said.
His hand had been lying for some time now in the girl's lap, and although she had made no move to remove it he could tell that she was very aware of it.
"Let me ask you a question," he posed, "and you tell me the honest truth. Okay?"
"What?" she said, her voice a little shaky.
"This 'getting hot' business that happens to you now that you're growing up so fast-have you felt that way any while you've been sitting here in my lap?" he asked.
Her breath caught in her throat. She licked her lips, which were now suddenly drier, and hedgingly replied, "Maybe ... maybe a little bit."
"Don't be afraid to tell Daddy the truth now," he said.
She was now unbearably conscious of the fact she was still sitting in his lap while they were discussing it. And the hand which rested gently on her lap, while remaining light and still, seemed somehow to be getting warmer and warmer.
She turned her eyes aside from his when she answered, and her voice was thin and quiet. "It feels that way right now, daddy," she said.
Now he was slowly moving his fingers in her lap, kneading their tips lightly into the thin skirt she had thrown on when she woke up that morning. She shifted uneasily in his lap. It was the wrong thing to do. Underneath her she felt another jump of her daddy's stiff organ. And now that she knew what it was, her bottom seemed even more sensitive to it than before.
"Hot, huh?" he said, egging her on.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Hot and ... a little damp, maybe?" he persisted, playing on her passion. "Yes."
"Kinda itchy?" he asked. "Yes."
"Where does it feel that way?" he wanted to know. "Where is it, now ... isn't it right under where my hand's lying? "
She nodded without speaking. Again she drew the tip of her tongue across dry lips.
"Right here, isn't it, honey?" he said, pushing his forefinger into the soft spot between her thighs.
She caught her breath. " ... unh ... yeah, Daddy, right there. Whew! Right there where you're touching."
Then Herman deftly snaked his hand off her skirt and thrust it underneath, sliding it up the smooth channel between her slender young thighs.
"Sit still, honey," he whispered hoarsely. "Daddy's gonna show you something."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Francine was a little scared now. She wasn't at all sure what her daddy meant to "show" her, and his voice was getting all different, nervous and shaky-like. Yet there was something besides fear she felt. There was something going on inside her that was new and strange, a little wild ... and somehow naughty, secret and dirty.
"That's the way, sugar," Herman crooned, "stay right here in my lap and let your old daddy show you something real nice."
Whatever was happening to her, she wanted to have it keep on, she thought ... wanted to have it continue in spite of the fact that something inside told her it was wrong and bad.
Herman's hand eased up the vee formed by the angle of her tender inner thighs 'til he touched the place where they joined, a change from the satiny texture of skin to the soft cloth texture of her cotton panties. The crotch of the undergarment was tightly stretched, he discovered, so that the instant he came in contact with it he could sense the firm warmth of her sex flesh just beneath the fabric. He stopped his hand, leaving his fingertips to remain on the spot while his wrist and forearm trembled.
"Unh!" came a sound from Francine's throat, soft and breathy. The touch of his fingers was almost electric to her.
"There it is, huh, baby?" Herman whispered. "There's that little thing that's been feeling so warm and damp and itchy, isn't it? There's that little cunt of yours."
"Ummm ... yeah," she thinly answered, ashamed of what was happening but loving every second of it. "Sure is ... right there, daddy."
"Right where my finger is?" he asked.
"Yes!" she responded, this time more enthusiastically.
"You like this?" he asked, pressing her close to his chest with his other arm. "You like the way it feels when I touch you there, honey?"
"Oh, yes," she said, feeling somehow very ashamed of the fact, "oh, yes!"
"Isn't this kind of like you've been feeling all those times you told me about?" he said. "All those times when you were in a hot tub or in bed at night?"
"But better," she added. "You make it feel better than then. It's so...." But her words petered out and she didn't try to pick up again where she left off. The sensation was mind-shattering.
Herman's cock was simply bursting from the pleasure of it. Being able to play with his daughter this way was much more exciting than with any of the girls he'd done it to in his office. He felt it quake stoutly and push against his pajamas.
Francine felt it too. It was the same sensation she had noticed before, but this time it made her tummy fill with butterflies, now that his fingers were fooling with her panties at the same time.
She squirmed involuntarily, causing the damp bottom of her ass to tingle as the hard lump rubbed against her. Herman made a little grunt at the pleasure that he got from the feel of having her move on it. He let his head fall forward, his chin resting on the crown of her silky golden head, and squeezed her so tightly to his chest he could feel the tiny points of her titties. She didn't try to draw back. He even imagined that he felt her press the taut little points closer, flattening her whole torso against him.
"Oh, sugar," he crooned, "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good ... so good."
Between her legs she felt his fingers start to move. They moved lightly and slowly at first, delicately toying with the tightly stretched crotch of her panties. Their mere presence there had been enough to excite her. Now that they were moving, she felt a trembly warmth flow through the pussy flesh beneath.
She wanted to move against him, wanted to make the tingling warmth grow and grow. She began to wiggle her butt, pushing her organs toward the wonderful pressure of his finger. The motion was slight, but she knew she was doing it. It wasn't like before, when things were just happening to her. Now she was making things happen some herself, consciously increasing her own pleasure.
"Oh ... ooo," escaped small sounds from her throat.
"Oh, shit, honey," whispered Herman, "that's the way ... that's the way ... scoot up against there and let me really finger you good! Push that little pussy to me and make yourself feel good ... oh Jesus, oh Jesus!"
Now she felt more than just his fingers. Her wiggling made the stiff lump in his pajamas wedge right against her little asshole. She never knew a person's asshole could feel good, but hers sure was ... it was all mixed up, it seemed like, with the sensations of her asshole combining with those up front in her cunt. She felt all warm and moist throughout the entire area of her crotch.
Herman was so hot he could hardly stand it by now. He'd been purposely going slow with the kid so he wouldn't scare her half to death, but now he had to speed things up.
"Here, sugar," he wheezed, "lemme get in 'em. I just been fooling around on the outside of 'em."
She shifted in his lap so he could slip his fingers under the tight legband of her panties and quivered with new pleasure as he touched her naked pussy.
"Ohhh," she sighed.
She hugged him tight, throwing her arms around his back and burying her face in his chest. He toyed with the tender mound of her cunt, sending his fingers through the light growth of damp silky hair that covered it, then slipped on inside the slit itself with barely a pause. The youngster was well primed for it by now and offered no resistance.
She pressed her face into his robe and against the pajama top, the only thing separating her soft face from the hairy nakedness of his chest.
"Oh, Daddy!" she exclaimed in an ardent whisper.
He worked his forefinger between the slick halves of her cunt and was amazed at how moist she was ... so much that he could easily insert his thumb even though her still immature crack was far from being large.
"Let's get 'em all the way off, honey," he said, taking his arm from around her back and using his free hand to dart under her skirt and grasp the waistband. He slid the top of the undergarment downward and she helped by twisting inside and raising her ass slightly out of his lap. He gave a tug and whisked them over her rounded little ass as slick as a whistle. She felt them dangling at her knees but was too hot and excited to even bother with trying to get them the rest of the way off.
When her ass settled again on his lap, the hard spur of his cock was even more prominent. It poked straight up now and felt as big as the end of a baseball bat to her unaccustomed little bottom. She wiggled against it with unfeigned delight.
"Know what that is, honey?" he said, his fingers active inside her hot cunt.
She raised her face from his chest and he saw a sly grin on it. "Uh huh," she nodded, "I thought that's what it was a long time ago when I first felt it."
"What?" he shot back. "Say it."
Her face flushed red but she spit it out. "Your ... your cock. It's your cock, isn't it?"
"Sure as hell is," he rasped. "Here, I'm gonna have you do something for me."
He placed one of her hands on the distended material of his pajama bottoms and said, "Take it out for me. Reach in and get it."
She hesitated a couple of seconds then went in after it. When her fingers touched it, he groaned. She was afraid to bring it all the way out in the open but he took her by the wrist and pulled, bringing it out in full view. It pulsed red and ugly, the foreskin stripped back and the smooth head shining with moisture. The sight of it was sort of scary to her, but when he grabbed her around the shoulders and pushed her face back against his chest where she couldn't see it anymore, she very much liked the feel of it in her hand.
If she had been even the least bit experienced she would have began to jack him off then, but Herman was glad she didn't know what to do. He was so hot he might have shot his nuts off in an instant if she had done anything more than just hold it.
"Now you know what a cock feels like," he gasped, "don't you? Now you know what one is, for damned sure!"
"Oh, Daddy," she cried, "it's so big!" In her naivete, she really believed the rather ordinary-sized cock was large, never having had her hands on another. But to Herman, who had a deep concern over the size of it, her words were exactly what he wanted to hear. He swelled with pride and felt a flush of increased virility.
"And your little cunt's so small and cute," he said, feeling a strong desire to possess her like a woman. "Think Daddy's cock is too big to go in it?"
The thought sent shivers down her spine, fear clutched her heart again. "Oooo, I don't know," she gasped, "are you gonna ... are you gonna do that?"
"Don't worry, sugar," he consoled her, "I'll make it real easy for you. I promise it won't hurt you ... just tingle a little and then feel real good."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned her top and started milking her plump little jugs, while keeping up the work below at the same time. He had a thumb and forefinger inside her snatch and was rubbing the small wet inner lips together.
As a reply, she simply hugged him close, tossing her free arm around his neck and pressing her face against his cheek while the other hand kept hold of his cock. She still feared having him touch her cunt with his cock, but he was making it feel so good with his fingers that she was ready to let him do anything lie might have suggested.
Herman accepted her into his arms and bent sideways, allowing her to fall slowly toward the couch cushions. Her newly naked little titties jiggled sturdily on her chest as he deposited her on her back and supported himself over her on his elbows. She had her clothes almost off now, and her half-naked body was rendered even more desirable by the disarray. Her top hung on by one shoulder and her skirt was twisted sideways and shoved high above her navel, even though it was still unzipped.
He bent over her and kissed her cheeks frantically, going from one to the other and brushing her full mouth as he passed. He put. his mouth to her ear and stuck in the tip of his tongue.
Jeez, she thought, her temperature soaring, that feels nearly as good as what he's doing to my cunt!
He retracted his tongue and whispered, "Take your skirt off all the way."
She didn't hesitate an instant. She moved her hand from the shaft of his cock and, reaching awkwardly around where the zipper was, jerked the skirt off in a hurry. He raised up higher from her so she could tug it off over her feet. Watching her struggle with it was highly arousing to him, with her little tits jiggling and her arms and legs churning to free herself of it. And when she had it as far down as her knees, it tangled with her panties, which she had forgotten were still hanging there. The petulant frown from this made him want to eat her up with love.
He reached back and snatched the offending articles from her legs. She exhaled in relief and with a foxy little grin on her face she grabbed the clinging top and asked, "This too?"
"You bet, sugar," he shot back. "Everything."
It was off in a flash, which left her on her back under him without a stitch on except for a pair of socks. Without any urging she pushed them off with her toes. She looked up to find Herman's shirt off and his pants down around his knees. It was obvious that he wasn't going to bother with the rest and she was glad of it.
His hair was all messed up and he had big drops of sweat on his neck and forehead. It thrilled her to see how much he liked the way she looked with all her clothes off. Although it was the very first time any male had ever viewed her all the way naked, she was so excited by the touch of his lips and hands that pride and vanity about her body was much greater than the embarrassment she felt.
She knew how pert and full her tits were and how her clear blue eyes looked when framed by the abundance of her bright blonde hair. And she could see that her daddy was delighted at getting to gaze at it all. She watched his face come nearer and nearer, then felt his hairy chest touch her nipples and his arms enfold her.
After that things became a blur for her, a heated joining of legs and arms that fired her pubescent young body with waves of desire unlike anything she knew. The man was all over his daughter's body, fingering and kissing her nubile treasures in an orgy of pure lust.
Francine felt his mouth and lips on hers, where he forced his tongue inside and licked hers with a passion that made her open wide for more. He ran his hands through her hair and made strange grunting sounds. She felt his face on her chest then, felt her nipples enclosed by his feverish lips, and new thrills inside her cunt as well.
He slurped and sucked on her tits with his mouth, but both of his hands were busy in the wet, heated slit of her golden triangle. He used one hand to hold the little cunt lips apart and began sliding his other one all over her red, moist flesh inside. Then he delicately touched her at a certain spot near the top of her crack that she had hardly ever noticed before, and she could hardly believe how fantastic it felt.
She was almost out of control now, just the way he wanted her. In the back of his mind he knew that having her cherry split open might hurt a bit, and he wanted her so wet and horny she would hardly notice any small amount of pain that might result.
Her head was rolling back and forth on the couch and her lovely little tits were shining with sweat. She was shifting her ass around like she was trying to rub a hole in the cushion. Slowly, gently, he brought the end of his prick against her outer lips. She felt it touch her and worked herself against it, welcoming it inside her from nothing but pure instinct. He kept up his careful finger work on her clit, sliding the pulsing end of his tool forward into her hot meat a little at a time.
"Ummm ... ummmmmm," she moaned, crazy for more of it now that she had felt it.
"Take it, sugar," he rasped, "take it up that sweet little fuck hole. Take it!"
He surged downward, driving the blunt head into her virginal pussy and straightening every crease along the inner walls. She was made for it now, and she showed it. Her athletic young legs flew around his ass and locked, and she scrunched her cunt forward with short, wild little motions.
"Oh. Daddy," she wailed, her high-pitched voice music in his ears, "oh ... oh, my gosh!"
He pushed his rod in and out of her cunt with gradually building speed 'til he could tell she was about to get her cookies, then with a final burst of energy he powered it to the end of her steaming canal and popped through the thin membrane of her cherry. Before she could sense any real pain from it, he jerked it out and poked it in again, grabbing her by the cheeks of her ass with both hands and giving her more and more and more of the same.
She was like a regular little sex maniac by now, shoving her cunt to meet every thrust and wiggling her tits against his chest like some little animal. He heard her breathing harder and harder and felt her squeeze his cock for dear life.
The spunk welled up in his cock and he couldn't hold back a second longer. He drove it one last, insanely sweet time and spewed a glob of thick cream into her. The kid was already on the brink of coming. When the hot juice poured into her horny little runt, she cried like a baby and felt the wet explosion of her first climax.
He slumped forward and lay breathing like a steam engine. His prick was still inside her. She luxuriated in the wonderful sensation of having a pussy chock full of cock. The thing immediately began to deflate, as usual after a fuck, but he noticed that it stayed big longer than normal. Her pussy was so small compared to her mother's that its young muscles seemed to automatically trap his cock, and the tightness of the grip kept it from getting smaller for a longer period of time after climax.
He thought she might be uncomfortable after being under him for so long but she gave no indication of it, so he stayed right where he was. He loved the feeling of her ripe little tits next to his bare chest even when he was too tired to play with them. She lay still, taking long breaths of relaxation and from time to time shifting one or another of her legs or arms for a better position.
Herman saw that there wasn't much blood on her pussy and wiped off what little remained with a handkerchief. He thought she might get scared when she saw it there and realize she'd been bleeding, but she seemed to know what he was doing and lay quietly as he finished the job. She must have heard enough from friends to know what to expect.
She certainly hand't heard anything about it from his wife, Herman was certain. Laverne had sense enough to tell the kid about menstruation and all that, but when it came to matters of fucking he was sure she hadn't even broached the subject with either of their two young daughters. She probably tried to pretend to herself that they were both still children and that no one would be trying to put anything up their cunts for years.
Thinking of Laverne made him damned glad things had worked out about secrecy the way they had. He would have been afraid to ask Francine to keep her mouth shut about anything for fear that the question itself would be incriminating to Laverne if the kid didn't go for whatever he proposed.
But her "dream"-he smiled at the thought of what it had really been-had caused Francine such concern that she felt she just had to discuss it with someone. She had been the one who asked that they keep it between themselves, not him. The perfect situation. As to what had happened afterward, the kid had gone for it so much that he knew she'd never squeal on him to Laverne.
The two of them had their own very private secret now, and he know he didn't have to worry about Francine telling.
Just for kicks he mentioned it to her anyway and she said, "Wow, no, Daddy, I'd never tell Mom! She'd kill me!"
Herman patted his daughter on the head, grateful for her reaction. He gave her a little kiss on the lips and she returned it. He suggested she go take a shower and get back in shape. After she was in the shower stall, he joined her there much to her delight and soaped down her lovely curves for her. He showered himself, and as they both rinsed off he felt his cock getting big again.
Francine noticed it too, and now that they were more relaxed with each other she grinned about it. He pretended not to notice it even after it was sticking out like a yardarm and that made her giggle. He grabbed her around the waist and roughhoused with her for a few seconds, then held her close and put her hand on it.
She readily accepted it into her fingers and he moved her hand up and down to show her how to jack him off. While she did it he tweaked her titties and teased the ruddy lips of her freshly washed pussy. He loved the way her curly blonde hairs straightened when wet and dripped downward from the bottom of her slit like a little drenched beard. Before long, however, he made her stop fooling with his prick lest he get an uncontrollable yen to fuck her again.
"We better not get each other too hot again," he warned, "even though the rest of the family isn't due home for quite a while. We won't take any chances."
As they exited the shower stall, her cute little bottom was so appealing that he just had to have one final intimacy. He grabbed her playfully from behind and held her against him, his cock about the level of the small of her back due to his great height.
"Daddy!" she squealed. "I thought you said we better not do any more."
"This is just a little something I couldn't resist," he said.
He lowered his cock and slipped it between her legs from the rear, making it pass under her asshole and emerge in front beneath her wet little pussy beard. She giggled at the weird position.
"Hey," she said, "I didn't know it could do that."
"I'll show you a lot more things we can do together, with it and this sweet little cunt of yours," he said, tweaking it with his fingers. "We can have a lot of fun together if we keep our mouths shut about what we're doing."
"I'm sure not gonna tell," she assured him.
She stood still as he retracted his cock, then he cupped his palms one last time on her firm jugs and kissed her on the mouth, their naked fronts tingling all over from the thrill. Then he dried her off and patted her on the ass, playfully pushing her out the bathroom door and into the hall. He told her to go straighten up the couch while he finished dressing, and she flew to it.
by late in the afternoon when Laverne and Jilly returned, the household was as serene and normal as any other weekend afternoon. Herman was proud of the fact that Francine was so good at not showing any sign there was a new relationship between the two of them. He was certain that Laverne hadn't suspected a thing.
That night in bed, Laverne started talking about how tired she was and for once, Herman didn't care the least bit. But he let her think he did, for appearance's sake.
The following week was a busy one and a frustrating one for him. He still got a big charge from the humiliating interviews he conducted in his office. But his new goal was to get Francine in bed somehow, and repeat the performance. There was something especially exciting to him about getting in the pants of his daughter, his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't wait to do it again. But there just never quite seemed to be a chance, no matter how hard he worked at it. Laverne, and to a lesser extent young Jilly, were always there to be contended with.
The closest he ever came was one night when he managed to include Francine in a short grocery trip. They weren't able to really get it on but it was better than nothing. He had her raise her skirt and scoot next to him while he drove, then masturbated her while she worked on yanking his cock out of his pants. Once she had a good hold on it, they jacked each other off as he drove through the dark streets. On the way back from the store, they repeated the process. They were both aching for a thorough fucking but he knew it would be too dangerous.
For the next several days he maintained about the same relationship with Laverne as before-on the surface fine, but underneath not so fine. Once in a while he would fuck her but usually she only wanted him to lick it for her.
At odd moments during the time he was at home he got a chance to give Francine's tits a quick squeeze in the hall or cop a feel under her skirt when he was sure he had a few safe seconds. But the occasions were all too rare. Once, even, she initiated something herself. He was reading in the living room and didn't notice when Laverne and Jilly happened to go on the back porch for something. Francine dashed in and planted a big kiss on his cheek, then brazenly reached for his crotch and gave his cock a nice squeeze through his pants.
"Darn, daddy," she whispered into his ear, "I sure do wish we could do stuff again. I think about it every night. I'd love to get naked for you and let you stick it in me again."
Her boldness and the unsolicited wish she voiced excited him almost more than her hand on his crotch. He snaked his hands under her hem, hoping to at least have time to get a finger inside her panties, but they had to break it up and separate when they heard the others come in from the porch.
Because of his good luck with Francine, Herman also began to pay a lot more attention to little Jilly. At eleven, she, of course, lacked Francine's development. But to Herman, no stranger to the stripling bodies of kids even younger, Jilly's immaturity was of no consequence. He wondered how Francine would take it if he were to accomplish the seduction of her little sis.
The same thing presented itself in reverse before long. Francine's class had a party and one of the boys asked to take her. When he came home from work that day, Laverne was all excited about it and was going on about how "cute" it was. But the girl herself seemed much less thrilled.
It was only when she had a chance to talk to Herman alone that he discovered she was worried that he might be angry with her ... that he might be jealous and not want her to go on a date with a boy.
"No," he explained to her, "it's not that way at all. Go ahead, go with him and have fun. What we do together had nothing to do with your social life. You're getting to the age now where a lot of boys will be asking you out before long. Don't ever think I'll object to your dating."
She gave him a big kiss and told him he was the "best dad in the whole world."
Actually, it did give him a bit of a shock to think of her being out alone with some kid who maybe would have his hands on her kiss her or feel her up. But he realized he had no right to keep her from having a life as nearly like other girls her age as was possible under the circumstances.
And he also had a hunch that a seventh-grade boy was hardly likely to get in her pants. As he recalled, it had been much later than that when he had gotten to fuck any girls.
One Tuesday morning, Herman received a girl in his office who had quite a story to tell. He remembered the day of the week well, because the very next Tuesday, something happened at the office that made him check his files for certain information he gained during his interview with the girl.
And although he had no way of knowing it at the time, the information was to become, the following Tuesday, of crucial importance to him.
The facts of her tale weren't so strange, at least not compared to the things he heard from the mouths of other young people every day at his job. She had allowed her much older uncle to fuck her, and had been caught giving him head out in the garage. But when he discussed the matter with her, he learned that she had gotten the idea for her escapade not from her uncle but from a close girl friend who lived a few blocks away. She admitted, in fact, that she was the one who seduced her uncle and not the other way around.
That, of course, had made absolutely no difference to her parents or to the police, and the uncle was presently ensconced behind bars as a dangerous deviate.
He questioned her further about her girl friend and found that her family-at least according to the girl he was interviewing-openly participated in sex with each other. Openly, that is, within the family. His informant claimed that it was only because she was such a close friend of the girl that she had learned of the family's activities ... that they were very careful to protect themselves from outsiders at all times.
Herman started homing in on the kid. He asked her just how close she was with the girl friend and finally got her to admit the two had indulged in lesbian love together. He wormed more out of her by threatening to have her put in reform school if she didn't answer his questions. She told him there were five in the family-a man about his age or older, his wife, and three kids; her girl friend, who was sixteen, plus a younger brother, twelve, and a younger sister, eight. Before she left he even succeeded in extracting the family's name and address from her.
In return, he kept her from getting into more trouble by filing a weighted report on her, and made sure that her family's welfare payments were not altered. He jotted down the info on a card and stuck it in her file, not really sure what he was going to do with it if anything, but wanting to have it available.
The balance of the week was rather routine except for a cute little black girl fifteen years old who was so sexy he was forced into action. He got her to lower her drawers and promised her a suck job she would never forget if she'd let him tongue it out. She spread her legs and went to town on her right where she sat, jacking himself off as he buried his nose in kinky thick bush. She was a very erotic girl for her age, and became so aroused that she had an orgasm in less than five minutes.
At home things were the same. An armed truce with Laverne, desperate but unsuccessful attempts to be alone with Francine, and sidelong glances at Jilly's increasingly desirable little body. He had to watch himself carefully to keep from paying too much attention to the kids in front of his wife.
Then came the Tuesday when everything came to an unexpected head at the office and at home as well.
He had two very sexy teenagers for morning interviews and, by the time a girl appeared who was young enough to take advantage of, he was so hot for action that he made a terrible mistake. For the first time ever, he neglected to lock the office door. A passing supervisor came to see him unannounced and caught him talking lewdly to the kid. The man couldn't fire him fast enough, and said if it weren't for giving the welfare department a bad name he would have had him jailed.
Within a half hour he was on the street with his briefcase in his hand and not an idea in the world what he was going to do. He was afraid to call Laverne about what had happened and afraid not to. Then he got an idea.
He dropped a dime in a pay phone and called the junior high school where his daughters attended classes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Claiming an emergency at home, Herman was able to get the vice-principal to bring Francine to the phone.
"Are you alone?" he asked her. "Can anybody overhear you talking to me?"
She said she was, that he could say whatever he wanted to. He asked how she'd like to meet him soon and go somewhere where they could be together for a long time. Francine was overjoyed at the prospect. He told her he couldn't explain everything then, but for her to go get Jilly out of class and wait for him in the lobby. This surprised her, but she readily agreed to do what he said.
Because the vice-principal knew it was the girls' father who pulled up out front to pick them up, and because he had called ahead, he was able to whisk them off without any school officials even trying to phone the family's home. If they had done so, of course, Laverne would have found out about Herman's wild plan and would have been able to stop him.
First he drove out of town several miles and stopped at a big restaurant. The girls were having a great time just from being able to get out of school, and getting to eat out was that much more diversion. They didn't question their daddy when he said he was going to "treat them to a surprise."
When Jilly had to go to the powder room, Herman took advantage of her absence to tell Francine much more. Speaking rapidly to finish before Jilly came back, he told her he had quit his job-omitting the real details entirely-and that he had figured a way for him and her to be able to do anything they wanted with each other every day of the week, but that it involved leaving their mother and running away with him. Also, Jilly must be included, he told her.
The whole thing seemed like a great adventure to Francine's young romantic mind and she agreed to his plan with even less difficulty than he had expected. He emphasized that she would have to do every single thing he told her, but that it would be fun and she would like it. Again she agreed.
Then he came to what he feared might be the touchiest part. He admitted to Francine that he hoped to do the same kind of things with Jilly that he had taught her how to do. At first the idea came as a pretty big shock. But he soon convinced her he would still have the same feelings for her as al ways, and that they would be able to be together in their "new house" without having to watch out for her mother catching them.
It all seemed very strange to her, but she agreed to everything anyway. After all, a few weeks before she would never have believed what was happening between her dad and her. Not in a million years would she have believed he would become her lover. So why not trust him this time too, even though she didn't quite understand exactly how it would all work out?
They all had a big meal and left the restaurant in great spirits. Herman simply told Jilly the three of them were going on a long trip together and that her mother wasn't coming, and she accepted it without question. It was such fun rocketing down the highway while the other kids were back at their desk!
They drove until dark and he got them a room at a motel in the mountains. They were among huge pines now and the scenery was beautiful. There was a big swimming pool there, where he managed to have the girls go while he sat in his room and thought about what he was going to do. He had been talking through his hat when mentioned a new "home" to the girls. All he had was a month's pay and the determination that he could make out somehow as long as he didn't have to keep living with his wife.
He looked at the clock. If he didn't call soon, he knew Laverne might do something drastic. A telegram would be better. He didn't want to talk to her on the phone and have to answer any questions. He went to a pay phone and wired her, telling her simply that he was leaving her, taking the kids with him, had lost his job, but would take good care of the girls. And he added that he hoped she would not call in the police, as the children would suffer from the publicity. In the last sentence he said he would get in touch again when he had had more time to think.
After the message was dispatched, Herman felt much better. He knew she might be furious, but was pretty sure she would heed his plea not to get the cops after him. There was no way for her to know about his sex with Francine, so that wouldn't enter the picture at all. She would probably flip out when she discovered why he lost his job, but so what? He wouldn't be around to hear her scream about it. Let her find some other guy to lord it over. He would do just fine with Francine and Jilly, thank you.
The girls came in chattering and dripping wet, dashing around the motel room for towels. After they were dry they headed for the bathroom to shower and change back into their clothes. Herman thought of trying to sneak a look at his daughters, but thought better of it. If things went like he planned, he would have a great time with the two of them that night without having to be satisfied with just taking a peek at their naked bodies.
The room was large and well appointed, with one large bed and one twin size. He had taken the room, letting the manager assume he would sleep in the twin bed while his daughters occupied the larger one together. But his real plans were quite different.
He let them watch television 'til both were pretty sleepy, then told them to go into the bathroom and change into their night clothes. As Francine left the room he winked at her and she winked back. She didn't know what he was going to do, but was now assured he hadn't forgotten about her. Whatever happened would be plenty of fun.
When they came back in their nighties he was sitting up in the big bed with the television still going, already dressed in his pajamas as though he too was about ready to go to sleep. Since Jilly had asked earlier to watch the tube awhile longer even though her eyes were drooping shut, she was surprised to see it still on.
"Did you change your mind, Daddy?" she asked. "Can we watch it longer after all?"
Playing the part of the generous father, he said with an indulgent smile, "Well, I did notice that a horror movie comes on in just a little while. I thought I'd let you stay up as a special occasion treat for that."
"Oh, boy, that's my favorite kind of movie!" cried Jilly. "Thanks, Daddy!"
Then she realized that the television set was built into the wall in front of the big bed that he was still occupying. "You gonna watch it with us?" she asked. She had thought he was going to go to sleep in the twin bed while she and Francine watched by themselves.
"Yeah," he said offhandedly, "I thought I might watch it awhile with you girls. If you don't mind splitting your bed with me, that is, 'til the movie's over. Since we're all in the same room I wouldn't be able to go to sleep for the noise, anyway."
"Oh, good," Francine enthused, understanding what was taking place and playing along. "Daddy's gonna watch with us, Jilly!"
"Groovy!" chirped the younger daughter, accepting the arrangement at once. "Sure you can split our bed with us, Daddy?"
It was working even smoother than he thought. As the girls bounced into bed on each side of him, he and Francine exchanged knowing looks. It was just cool enough to make Jilly slip under the covers automatically without concerning herself that she'd be right next to her dad ... with him in pajamas and her in nothing but her flimsy little gown.
Francine, of course, was delighted at the opportunity to snuggle up to him without attracting attention. Jilly had no reason to suspect what was happening on Francine's side of the bed ... that her sis already had insinuated her hand inside their daddy's p.j.'s and was at that very moment secretly fondling his cock.
Nor did the little carrot-top suspect that her dad was furtively stimulating her sister's naked titty with the hand she couldn't see. The movie began and everyone was happy-Jilly because she was getting to stay up and watch it, and Herman and Francine because they were finally getting to feel each other up after having been so long apart.
And during the scary parts, Jilly welcomed his arm around her too. She would yell and press against him from fright. It soon became natural for him to have his arm around her shoulders as well as around Francine's. But Francine was bothered by having to share him.
She was pretty sure her dad was itching to feel up her little sister, but she didn't care at all as long as he kept what he was doing to her own eager body.
Before long, Herman feigned being sleepy and slid down in the bed. Things had happened so gradually that it didn't seem strange to Jilly for him to do so ... she hardly even noticed it. Soon Francine mumbled that she also was sleepy and likewise slid from where she'd been sitting against the headboard. Jilly was still sitting up with her eyes on the tube, oblivious to the fact that some perfectly delicious touches were being exchanged between her dad and her big sis.
But before long there were no monsters to be seen in the movie and she began to be a little bored. It was far past the time she was accustomed to staying up, too. In an amazingly short time, she lost interest so much that she really did doze off. Soon she was slumped down in bed and her eyes were closed tight.
"She's asleep, sugar," Herman whispered to Francine. "Hop up and turn the TV off, okay?"
She snapped it off and was in bed beside him again in seconds, the room dark as pitch.
"You don't have to whisper, Daddy," she said to him. "Jilly's just like I am, remember? She hates to go to sleep but once she finally does, nothing can wake her 'til morning."
"Does that just happen to be a hint?" he asked. "A hint that if you and I wanted to play around some, we don't have to worry about waking her?"
Francine giggled and slipped her hand into his. "Well, it might be, yeah."
They turned facing each other and he could hardly get his hands on her fast enough.
She felt his fingers on the jutting mounds of her firm little tits and shivered from head to toe.
"Oh, wow," she confided, "I've been wanting to have you touch me there for so long, Daddy. I began to think we'd never get to do this anymore."
"Don't worry, honey," he consoled her, "I couldn't have stood being in that house with you much longer without being able to get naked with you and love you up. It's gonna be different from now on."
He milked her sweet tits with both hands and then added, "Is this the only place you've been wanting to have me touch for so long, honey?"
Francine giggled happily. She loved it when he teased her like that. She was getting pretty sexy about the way she answered him back sometimes, too, in a smarty-pants kind of way.
"What do you think I took your hand for just now?" she impudently retorted. "I was gonna put it the same place you've got it right now ... and the other one someplace else."
She took one of his hands off her tits and guided it down along the smooth warmth of her flat tummy. He was delighted at her growing aggressiveness, and his fingers were fairly itching to touch her furry little crotch. She slowed down as she led it over her navel, as though that was the place she had been referring to. When he reacted, she laughed at her little joke and brought the hand on down to the place where her curls began sprouting in a straight line below her narrow waist.
Herman didn't want to take so long about things off and rolling as he had done with her first time.
He immediately stuck his finger in. To his surprise, she was already moist as hell.
"You little witch," he cackled, "this goddamned cunt of yours is as wet as it can be and I haven't even touched it yet."
In a voice that seemed very husky and mature for her age, she said, "I know ... ever since you did it to me on the couch that day it's been getting hot and wet pretty fast. And pretty often too. I got this way in bed at home sometimes just from thinking about that time."
Herman rolled over and straddled her. He set his prick against the outer lips of her little jewel and she jerked her legs apart for him like a trained puppy.
"Ahhh," she said, her breath being sucked in and out of her lungs at the thrill. "I can't believe that feels so, Daddy ... please keep it there, will you-please keep it there and don't take it away from me for a long time?"
He loved her craving for it. He thought of her lying at home in bed all those nights and thinking about getting screwed by him, and his cock pulsed. It was already stiff as a board and the end of it was inside her vestibule, so when it pulsed she could feel it. He felt her wriggle her cunt under him in response and felt her titty rise and fall under his fingers as she took a super-deep breath. The kid was sensitive as a tinderbox.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, "don't wait. Lemme have it all now! I can take it all, I'm wet enough ... it won't hurt me. Oh, lemme have the whole thing!"
Yet as much as he revered the youngster and as much as he loved fucking her fresh little pussy, Herman had a perverse streak of evil in him that made him want to tease her. He held the head of his cock still and even made her appetite greater by fingering her juicy little clit.
"You'll get it, sugar," he said, breathing heavily. "You'll get it soon enough. You gotta promise me some things first though!"
Francine was beside herself with desire. She thought it was mean of him to treat her this way when he knew she wanted it so bad. And it made her cunt need fucking even more than if he had gone ahead and started doing it.
She huffed and puffed and told him she would do anything he wanted her to, why did he want her to promise it? Whatever it was he wanted, she said, she would certainly promise-what was it he was talking about?
"Oh, a lot of things, sweetie," he said, purposely drawing it out, "Things you might not want to do at first, things you might be afraid of-you probably wouldn't let me fuck you that first time, for example, if I hadn't been real slow and easy with you. If I'd have told you to take off your clothes and let your daddy see what you had under there, I bet you wouldn't have done it, would you? You'd have been afraid you were doing something nasty or naughty, I'll bet, isn't that right?"
As he spoke he slowly worked his cock in circles against the outer lips of her cunt, granting a touch to the inner lips only at erratic moments. The girl's poor pussy was on fire.
"Oh, I don't know, Daddy," she answered, her words nearly obscured by her rapid breathing, "I might have. Maybe I would have. I ... can't think now, you've got me so hot I-oh, Daddy, I'd do anything you told me now for sure! What's the difference?"
He gave her about a quarter-inch and then back out again. "There's plenty of things you don't know about yet that I'm gonna want you to do ... you sure you won't back out on me?"
"Oh, no," she gasped, "no, Daddy, anything. Anything! I would have anyway ... why are you teasing me like this to make me say I will?"
He ignored her question, easing into her and out again two or three times in succession. "How about cunt-licking?" he continued, "You let me do that? Put my mouth down there and tongue you where I've got cock right now?"
"Sure, Daddy," she said, "sure!"
She'd heard of that before, vaguely but definitely. It even sounded like fun. Why did he think she wouldn't let him?
"And would you do me the same way?" he pressed. "Put your face in my crotch and take a mouthful of cock into that sweet little mouth of yours?"
She realized this request would have given her pause, in practice. Her knowledge of this was even slimmer than what she knew about letting a guy suck a girl, and it seemed kind of dirty to think of having the thing in her mouth. But she'd certainly give it a whirl anyway. Especially when posed to her at a time like this!
She cried that she would.
He gave her about a half inch, in and out like before, and teased her clit with a few feathery strokes of his fingertip.
"And will you finger yourself and lemme watch you?" he went on, "Will you do that? We've never talked about it but I know you must do it sometimes. I'll be wanting to watch you, sometimes even when you have your clothes on ... like when we're maybe going somewhere in the car I might want you to just jerk your skirt up and your panties down and go to it."
"I ... oh, Daddy, you're so mean to me ... I'll-yes, I'll do that too, everything you said," she puffed.
The very mention of playing with herself had shocked her to death. How did he know she ever did that to herself? It was true, of course, although she hadn't done it much 'til after he had fucked her and made her conscious of how good a girl's pussy can feel to her. But she'd just have to force herself to overcome her embarrassment over the matter, she guessed. She sure wasn't going to refuse him anything!
"And will you go on your knees for me and let me fuck you in the asshole?" he went on, goosing his prick a little farther up her cunt with each question. "Will you do that? Spread your cheeks and let me fuck you dog style, maybe frig yourself while I'm doing it?"
Oh! She had never heard of that before. It sounded awful. Dirty and ... yech-she didn't even want to think about it. But ... but, by gosh, she would do it, yes she would. She even considered how it must hurt to have that done to you, and still was willing to let him fuck her that way if he wanted.
She cried that she would do that too.
Herman was so excited by her damp soft body and by her answers to his embarrassing questions that he was afraid he might shoot his nuts off, yet he was loving the performance so much he wanted to keep it up. He pulled his cock all the way out for a second to help hold himself back.
"Oh, please put it back," she wailed, " ... oh, please, Daddy ... please!"
He hadn't done it to increase her frustration but since that was the result, he would take advantage of it.
"Will you let me watch you piss?" he asked. "Will you take down your drawers and squat on the John with your feet on top so I can watch it pour out?"
As she replied he let her feel it again, but just a touch.
"Anytime," she quickly assured him, "you can ... can watch me pee anytime I have to go!"
It was a really weird idea, she thought, but in a way it wasn't much when compared with some of the stuff he had already asked her. Of course she'd do it.
He pushed in an inch or so and gave her several nice, slow, easy thrusts. The kid was so glad to get it she raised her ass off the bed and pumped her cunt against him like a two-dollar whore, in an attempt to make him leave it there.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, you know I do," she cried. "You know I do!"
"Like what!" he persisted.
"Like ... like what you're doing to me," she said haltingly. It embarrassed her terribly to use the words even though she knew them. But she instinctively felt she hadn't answered well enough. "Like your cock, Daddy ... your cock!" she added, hoping it would satisfy him. It didn't.
"Like for my cock to do what to you, damn it!" he mercilessly demanded from her.
She knew what he wanted her to say. Her pussy was burning up. She'd say anything. She'd have to.
"I like for you to fuck me," she cried. "I like for you to fuck and fuck and fuck me. I ... like for you to stick your old cock up ... up my pussy and fuck it good!"
Her words were driving him dangerously close to orgasm but he wanted to force one more pledge from her. He slacked up and replaced the medium-deep thrusts with shallow ones again, and milked the tips of her sweating nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.
"That's fine, honey," he approved, "that's fine, 'cause Daddy loves to shove his prick up your little hole and give you the good fucking you need. Now how about your sis, don't you think she ought to get some good loving too? Just because she's younger and doesn't have any titties yet like you, that doesn't mean we ought to just let her go without it, does it?"
"N-no ... no, Daddy," Francine answered shakily. "No, she ... she should get it too."
She had suspected her dad had a strong interest in Jilly from the way he had been acting around her lately. But it still made her a teensy bit jealous to think of it.
"And will you watch what I do to her?" Herman asked. "Will you have fun watching sometimes while I do all the things to her that you've said you'd do?"
Wow, that was a hard one. But of course she'd have to do it. She chirped that she would. When would this end? She was going crazy from wanting to be fucked!
Herman awarded her over an inch of hard meat, sinking it in and out several times in a row.
"And ... and honey," he asked, stumbling a little over this one himself, "will you help me? Will you do things to her with me ... will you get naked with her and play with her and kiss her and finger her pussy and do all the other things? Will you suck her titties and pussy and let her do the same? Will you lick her little cunt for her and let her play with your nipples while I...."
The man was getting himself so worked up over thoughts of making his pretty daughters make lesbian love with each other, and with having them join him in a mad, incestual threesome, that he was being overcome with passion.
Finally he just cried out, "Oh, damn it, sugar, will you just do everything with her ... will you help me break her in so all three of us can just do everything!"
Francine had tried all along to please him. And she would have done most anything he asked without this terrible teasing he was forcing on her. But this? Doing sex things with another girl ... a girl who was also her sister and who she thought of, from her advanced age of thirteen, as being just a kid? And having Daddy watch them together?
Maybe her dad was crazy, she thought for the first time, maybe he was nuts. All that stuff between girls ... between her and Jilly-and with him in on it at the same time!
It was the first question that really had her worried. He was waiting for her answer. And ... and oh my gosh now he was pumping her the meat-it was really starting now, he was really beginning to do it the way she needed it! Oh, it felt so fantastic! She honestly felt she'd die if she didn't get all the cock she wanted.
"Yes, Daddy," she hollered, almost surprising herself. "Yes! Oh, shit, yes! I'll lick her and suck her and let her lick my pussy while you fuck her and-everything you said, Daddy! Everything!"
She barely caught her breath before she continued, "Now please please please, please please fuck me!"
Herman couldn't remember when he had been so excited. This lovely little thing, his own pretty child, was willing to satisfy his dirty desires in concert with his other daughter ... and was naked under him with the sweat streaming off her tits and tummy and-using language like a trooperwas begging him to fuck her! Crying for relief ... relief she could only get by having him turn loose and throw the meat to her like a goddamned animal!
His body shuddered in ecstasy as he positioned himself above her beautiful nakedness and prepared to slide it in, and his voice quivered uncontrollably as he spoke.
"You sweet dirty nasty girl," he whispered, "you hot, horny, wet little cunt-open up and take it, 'cause daddy's gonna give you everything you need!"
After that it was amazing that the younger girl wasn't awakened by their slipping and sliding and grunting and hunching. He sent his prick into her hungry little hole and she plastered herself to him like a second skin, rubbing her plump tits against him and pumping her fresh meat to him like an underage nymphomaniac.
Herman had been flirting with the very brink of his climax for several minutes now, and Francine was so hot from his pussy-teasing that her skin would have scorched butter. With tortured groans and wild whimpering, they both climaxed with the flashheat of a grenade.
This time, however, she wasn't content to let it go with one shot. After lying totally bushed and breathing as though she were dying for about ten minutes, the young sexpot grabbed his hand and shoved it to her cunt, then to his utter shock and pleasure she dove down and plopped the head of his limp cock in her mouth.
In no time she had it up again, and finally brought him to a second climax while he switched hand to mouth and on her bubbling pussy introduced the neophyte nymphet to the pleasure of the sixty-nine position.
Within half an hour they were both sound asleep. The next morning Francine awoke to find her hand filled with firm flesh. But not her daddy's-her fingers were encircled around the slender arm of her still-sleeping little sister. Her father had placed them there, and he was now whispering into her ear an obscene suggestion.
CHAPTER NINE
"See, sweetie," Herman was telling his daughter, "how soft and smooth your little sister's skin is? Yours is the same way. That's why I love to touch it. Remember how much fun we had last night before we went to sleep?"
"Um hmmm!" mumbled Francine, her voice still thick with sleep. She put a fist into her eye and began rubbing herself to wakefulness.
"Well, this morning let's let Jilly in on the fun like we talked about doing last night, okay?" he said.
Now that she was coming awake and remembering the long session they had indulged in, she recalled with great vividness all the sexy things he had proposed doing with both her and Jilly. How could she forget! And now it was time to put the ideas into action, she was learning. The touch of Jilly's arm seemed very different to Francine than she had ever expected it might ... undoubtedly, she realized, because of the things her daddy had talked about doing together.
But first she wanted to shower, she told Herman. She was half afraid he might object to the loss of time, that he might want to get right on with "breaking Jilly in," as he had called it. Instead, he gave her a big kiss and told her of course she could shower and that he would join her. He praised her for having such regard for cleanliness and said it was because he was hot for their bodies to such an extent that he had forgotten.
They took quick but refreshing showers and after he dried her off, much quicker than the time at their house, he told her to go play with Jilly while he finished up.
She felt awfully funny climbing into bed with her little sis and doing what he told her. Yet it was kind of groovy, she had to admit. She saw Jilly naked often enough that she wasn't so turned on by the sight of her nakedness as Herman was to be, but the touching of the younger girl's skin was stimulating.
She rubbed her arms and tummy, anxious to see what certain more intimate places would feel like but still a bit shy about it. When Herman came into the room she could tell at once by the expression on his face that he loved the sight of seeing the two of them together there in the bed. Also his cock was swelling before her eyes, even though he hadn't yet laid a finger on either one of them. It made Francine feel very sexy and mature to see that her daddy could be excited so much just by seeing her.
As soon as he was in bed he speeded up things. He lay watching, telling Francine what he wanted her to do and she did it.
"Not just her arms and tummy, sugar," he corrected, "feel her up between her legs like I did you. And give those little beestings of hers a kiss too-her little bitty titties aren't nearly as nice and full as yours are, but when you were just eleven they looked about like that, didn't they? So make her feel good, do the same things to her you'd like to have somebody do to you."
Francine began complying with his directions but she only got as far as fingering her sister's titties before she started waking up. Herman egged Francine on, telling her to keep it up and just do what she wanted to. He was going to keep quiet so Jilly wouldn't know he was in on things for a while. And as an incentive, he tenderly inserted his fingers between Francine's thighs under the covers from behind, letting her know he would do a lot more as things progressed.
Francine was excited but wary. It would certainly be the first time her sister had ever awakened to find anything like this going on in bed!
Her first thought was that Francine was simply playing some trick to make her wake up faster than she wanted to. Jilly realized that her big sister's hands were touching her in some strange places but she didn't guess the purpose.
"Don't. I don't want to wake up yet," she said, twisting her shoulders in irritation.
"Betcha would if you knew what I know," Francine told her mysteriously.
Jilly was fully awake now. "What do you mean?"
"Just that there are certain little games I could show you," she went on, teasing her interest.
Suddenly Jilly realized that her sister's hands were not only touching her, they were rubbing her, caressing her.
"Hey, that's naughty," she objected. "Better not let Daddy catch you fooling around like that. Get your hands out from under my nightie, you silly thing!"
"Daddy's still asleep," lied Francine, "he won't know. Be still and lemme show you some things. It won't kill you, dumbhead, and you just might like it."
Herman reached all the way through Francine's legs and bestowed a special caress to her damp pussy lips. She understood the reason she was being rewarded and avidly continued. She touched Jilly's titties and she giggled, then she put her other hand below the girl's tummy and started fooling with the soft fuzz that grew as light as the covering on a peach.
Now Jilly had quit giggling and was just lying still and absorbing the strange new feelings. She felt awful for letting Francine be so nasty with her, but the sensations were too pleasant to make her want them to stop.
"See, Sis, what'd I tell you?" Francine said. "You do like it, don't you?"
"You ... you can do it some more if you want to," she said softly, letting her body relax. "Wow, don't ever tell though!"
"Here, lemme get under your nightie more ... there ... and in your panties," she urged, finding Jilly now fully cooperative.
She slipped her fingers into her sister's slit and from then on things rolled. Jilly turned facing Francine so it would be easier, and when Francine put an arm around her, Jilly snuggled up like a kitten. When she realized Francine wasn't wearing anything, not even panties, it made her feel all warm and funny inside. She rubbed her cheek against her big sister's titties and Francine encouraged her to be more active still.
Soon both youngsters were getting awfully hot and Herman was enjoying every minute of the show. Francine could feel him manipulating her juicy cunt lips as before, but she also felt a motion of his other hand that told her he was masturbating himself. By this time she was getting such a charge from Jilly's close warmth that she was not offended at all by having her daddy play with himself.
She pulled Jilly's panties down over her feet and Jilly took her own nightie off over her shoulders as an indication of her willingness to participate.
"Here, you wanna feel me a little bit?" Francine said, her voice whispery with excitement.
"Sure," responded Jilly, putting her hands over both Francine's titties. "Jeez, I've seen these a lot but I sure never knew how they felt before!"
"You don't have to stop there," Francine told her as encouragingly as possible.
Now Jilly was getting so much pleasure from it she wanted to make Francine feel the same way. She put her fingers in Francine's crotch and the older girl enthusiastically hunched against them. She entered the fleshy warmth of the innermost pussy and returned the exciting touches her sister had been giving for so long.
They were moist now all over their legs and arms and pussies and were beginning to work up a rhythm that Francine knew would bring her off very soon. She asked Jilly if she knew what "coming" was and Jilly said yes, she'd done it herself before a few times but never had anyone else do it for her. Francine was now on the brink and knew she was only seconds away from it.
Herman had removed his fingers from her cunt long before to make way for Jilly's-it would have scared the kid to death to finally put her fingers in the secret spot only to find other fingers already present!-and he was making up for their absence by sticking his cock into her asshole. No wonder she was about to come, with such double action going on.
As soon as Francine came, Herman surprisingly pushed her out of the way and enfolded little Jilly into his arms without missing a beat.
The kid was so hot she accepted the change with amazing aplomb Sure it scared her-but after the initial fright, she realized that daddy obviously approved and just kept right on with it. He slipped his cock to the front of her pussy and said, "Sweety, don't be afraid now. Daddy's gonna spread open your little quim and let you come real nice. Jesus, what a sweet one you've got!"
Francine, now back in action, slid to her sister's opposite side and encouraged her. "You'll love it, Jilly," she exclaimed. "Just lie there and let him show you. It'll be a real tight fit but that'll just make it feel that much better."
"Whew ... oh ... oh," gasped the kid, beginning to feel his cock slip in. It was a wild new sensation that completely overwhelmed her, even though the small size of her cunt made it a bit difficult for her. Then with a plop it was all the way in.
"Ung!" cried Jilly, loving it. She rammed her ass in return now, meeting her daddy's cock with mounting eagerness. Luckily for her, the thinness of her maidenhead let him bust it wide open with only a quick little spasm of pain. Then it was pure heaven. She flung her slender little thighs as far apart as they would go and Herman pounded her virgin pussy 'til she came-a wonderful wet whoose of release that left her adolescent desires warmly and deeply satisfied.
The rest of the morning was spent in playful dalliance. Herman had finally attained his long desired ends, and he went about enjoying himself without limit. He fucked Francine again and had the pleasure of seeing Jilly watch the entire affair, he licked and sucked their pussies both alone and with the aid of the other daughter, and took turns fingering them as each gave the other a finger job as well.
Before long he was sexually exhausted. But the girls, because they were so young and had just discovered the wonderful thrills of sex, kept at it for some time. Herman lay quietly, enjoying the sensual sight of his two daughters locked precociously in each other's arms, and wished he had a camera. How enjoyable it might be years later for them to look at a picture of themselves joyfully licking and sucking each other's pubescent little cunts and titties!
During lunch, which they had at a big restaurant several miles farther up the road, Herman began to take stock. What was he going to do, where was he going to go? They couldn't stay on the road indefinitely. Plans had to be made somehow.
Then it hit him like a flash of lightning-why hadn't he thought of it before? From his now useless briefcase he pulled the index card he had filled out the previous Tuesday. The family described by the youngster in his office just might be able to help in some way. Anyway, if what she told him was true, the family would at least not be shocked about his uncontrollable sex urge for his daughters.
At first, the man on the other end of the line was quite furious about the fact that Herman knew so much about his family's unusual and illegal sex life, then irritated, then distrustful, then curious, and finally began to believe what he heard. Herman told him the complete truth about everything. The loss of his job, how he had found out about them, how he had left his wife, and how he was on the road hiding out. He explained that he not only approved of the family's incestuous relationship, but envied it.
Lester, as the man was called, became friendly. The call was a long one and when Herman was worried about the cost, Lester told him to reverse the charges. He had found a person who shared his views about sex, and he was enjoying talking to him.
But it might have remained just that-talk-if Herman hadn't mentioned about Francine and Jilly being with him. Lester was extremely interested in that. He became very talkative, giving details about his entire family. There was his wife Kathleen, in her late thirties and in full accord with his desire for sex with their children, and the son and two daughters. The boy was twelve, he said, while his elder daughter Veronica was sixteen and his younger daughter Lynette was only eight.
He asked Herman where he was calling from. When he learned the location he said, "Hell, buddy, this must be fate. You're just about ten miles from our mountain lodge. We're all driving up there tonight from the city to spend several days. If you and your kids would like to meet us there, we can get to know one another better."
Herman said, "You mean a lot better?"
Lester's answer left no doubt. "That's exactly what I mean, buddy. Let me taik plain. If you take a shine to Kathleen-or to any of the kids-you have my blessings to do whatever you can with them. All it'll take for you to bed any of them down is just them wanting to do the same thing, understand me? How do you feel about it?"
"Couldn't have said it better," said Herman. "If Jilly or Francine go for it, you're welcome to bed either one of them down."
by the time they both hung up, each was anticipating the meeting with great eagerness.
Herman took the girls for a long ride to kill time and arrive at the appointed time. He told them about the "new friends" they were going to visit and what it might be like. He made it plain to them he would probably be fucking the wife or daughter, and that they would be free to indulge in any bed games they wanted to as well-with any member of the family.
He was a little leery about how they might accept such a thing. He was going awfully fast with them and was very aware of it. When, however, they began to chatter and giggle about the forthcoming visit with obvious anticipation, Herman was heartened. And when a few miles farther he glanced from the highway to find Francine with her head out of sight under her little sister's skirt and Jilly playing with Francine's ripe titties, he was convinced the young pair would fit into the scene at Lester's lodge just fine.
He pulled over and started to join them, but became afraid a passing motorist might discover them. He headed back onto the road, confining his participation to watching. Before long Jilly came. The kid was obviously just as sexy as her older sister had been discovered to be upon the occasion of her first fuck that day at the house.
At dusk they pulled into the driveway of the lodge. It was much larger and fancier than Herman had imagined it would be. And the two cars and boat parked nearby made him think their hosts must be pretty comfortably off. Somehow that surprised him. From his job at the welfare office, he had unconsciously come to believe that incest was only committed in the poorer families. Well, so much for stereotypes, he thought to himself.
They were welcomed with warmth and enthusiasm by Lester and young Lynette, who were soon joined by sixteen-year-old Veronica-who sported a positively breathtaking pair of tits under her braless apparel. In a very short time they all felt as though they had been friends for a long time.
Veronica asked her father if he'd like her to go and tell her mother and little brother that the guests had arrived, but Lester said for her to "let them stay in the sack 'til they were through."
Herman had expected them to be exceedingly liberal, but this was more than even he had anticipated. Lester saw the question in his eyes and grinned. He said Kathleen had been letting their twelve-year-old Billy fuck her ever since he was "knee high to a grasshopper," and that "I turn tables every once in a while and give it to him in the ass so he'll learn how it is to be on the receiving end."
Then Veronica chimed in, "That's not the only reason you like to cornhole Billy, is it, Dad? Come on, you know you dig humping him almost as much as you go for cramming it up a pussy!"
Herman found himself almost as amazed by the freedom with which they all discussed such intimate matters as he was by their no-holds-barred physical enjoyment of each other. Jesus-apparently the guy was even bisexual. That was beyond the pale of even Herman's eccentric sex desires.
As they drank beer and snacked, sitting around the floor of the huge room in an informal circle, Herman could hardly take his eyes off Lester's two charming daughters. And he noted that the man was taking the same voyeur's delight with Jilly and Francine. From where Lester was sitting, Herman was sure he must have a dead shot right up young Jilly's skirt. And he was pretty sure that he could also see an excitingly long way down the front of Francine's carelessly drooping front.
As for his own view, it was hard to beat. Veronica was maddeningly provocative, with her full tits highlighted by a tight-fitting T-shirt and her way of giving him a slow, sensual smile every few minutes. And little Lynette, so thin and delicate, was sitting with her one-piece dress draped high enough up her slender legs for him to see inches within her panties. She had dark brown hair with lustrous waves that flowed down her back almost to the swell of her pert little bottom, and wore a straight line of bangs over her forehead.
The talk was earthy and personal before long, and Herman found that the unabashed speech of Lester's girls seemed to make his own daughters open up. Something did! They were both saying things even he was surprised to hear come from their mouths.
Lester was kidding Jilly about her freckles, although it was clear he found them as cute and sexy on her as did her own dad.
"I sure wish I had some of those freckles," he razzed, "think you got enough to let me have a few?"
To which Francine coolly remarked, "If there aren't enough on your face for him, Jilly, you could give him some from under your blouse. You got plenty of them there. And if you still need more, give him some from out of your panties. You got plenty to spare all around your pussy!"
And Jilly, far from being offended, joined right in on the fun by replying, "Heck, I've gotta have something down there to cover it, don't I? You got at least a little bit of hair around yours, but you know I don't have any yet."
Lynette piped up, "At least you have something down there, Jilly. I don't have anything on mine at all. Daddy, is that why you won't let me have any of your big old cock? You give everybody else plenty, but all you'll do for me is finger me and lick it for me. Maybe if I had some pussy hair you'd let me have it in me, huh?"
Lester playfully batted at her bangs. "Honey, I've told you and told you that I'm just too goddamned big for you. You're gonna have to let that hot little quim of yours grow a lot more before I can give you the fucking you want. What's wrong with Billy? He fucks you plenty. Remember, how we let you lose your cherry to him on your sixth birthday?"
She pouted prettily. "Yeah, it's fun with him, but he's too little to come yet. I wanna get to see what it's like to have my pussy full of come like Mom and Veronica get to feel all the time."
Lester laughed. "Sweety, if you were big enough for me to fuck, I don't know what I'd do with you. You can already give better blow jobs than your mom or sis do."
Veronica wasn't about to let that go. "Speak for yourself," she said to him, "some people around here happen to like the way yours truly goes down on them."
Lynette joined in the fray. "Yeah, she does, Daddy. I'd rather have Veronica suck me out than anybody in the house!"
As she spoke she leaned toward Lester and made her point by shaking her forefinger at him. Her dress slid 'way up her ass and gave Herman a look at her pink panties, tight as a drum over her hard little butt. But he quickly found he wasn't the only one who noticed.
Veronica grabbed her thigh from behind, flipping the skin-tight leg of her panties with her fingers, and said, "Sweety, if you don't quit showing off what's under there, you're going to get me all hot and bothered. You know I can't stand to see that without wanting to slip them off and eat you like an orange."
The talk was more than just banter, Herman could tell, not only from Veronica but from Lester and Lynette as well. He was damned glad to see they were getting a little hot because he was about to burst out of his pants. And he could tell from the restless way his kids, were scooting around on the floor that they were just about as bad off as he was.
"I sure won't stop you, Sis," the little tyke quipped.
That seemed to be the spark that got things going. Veronica dropped to her stomach behind Lynette, jerked the panties to her knees and said coyly, "Hope you folks will excuse me, but my little sis has the cutest twat ... I just have to give her a good tongue-washing right now or I don't know what I'll do!"
And with that she promptly set her luscious lips on the child's privates and started working on her like she was licking ice cream.
Lester turned to Francine and drawled, "You look mighty interested in that, honey. Here, let me have a look at that little cunt of yours and see if it's not all wet from seeing what my nasty daughters are doing in front of you."
She grinned impishly and glanced at Herman to see whether it was okay. He gave his approval in a very direct way. He reached over and yanked her skirt to her navel, displaying her clean white panties to the man's excited gaze, saying, "Give poor Lester a break and show him what a pretty little pussy you got hidden in there. I bet you he'll use his mouth on you so good you'll be glad you showed it to him."
Lester dropped his lips to the breathless child's scantily -haired cunt and started working on it for her, and, as she lay backward onto the floor in a swoon, he stuck his hands under her blouse and began to play with her jutting titties.
Lynette, who by now was terribly aroused by the sucking her big sis was giving her, said, "Daddy, if you'll move your legs a little bit I can get to your prick. Wow, she's got me so hot I gotta use my mouth on somebody!"
This was no sooner said than done. Now Veronica, Lynette, Lester and Francine formed a four-link chain. This was too much for Jilly, whose panties were fairly steaming from the sight.
"Daddy," she shyly asked, "do you think Veronica would care if I played with her tits while she sucks Lynette? Jeez ... she really has whoppers, doesn't she? Maybe she'd even let me suck 'em, you think?"
Herman was certainly aware of the big plump bazooms himself, and had as a matter-of-fact entertained serious notions of doing that very thing himself. But before he could utter a single word, Veronica herself spoke up. Her desire to answer the kid's titillating request was indicated by the fact that she had to break away from Lynette's crotch for a few seconds in order to talk.
"Sugar," she told Jilly, cunt juice running from her lips, "You come right ahead. Get 'em out of my blouse and go to it ... I'd love to have your little mouth on my nipples. They're all yours!"
As Jilly happily crawled to the floor to accept her offer, the child noticed that in order to really get a good hold on Veronica's proud beauties, she would have to lie on her back with her face upward. As Veronica was supporting herself off the floor by an elbow, there was no problem.
And as soon as the kid was in place, with her mouth hungrily going after the big tits, she discovered an unexpected bonus about her position. Since she was lying on her back, this left her panty-covered crotch within easy reach of the teenager's hands. So Veronica promptly took advantage of the fact by stripping off the kid's undies and fingering her downy cunt, continuing to use her mouth on Lynette as before.
by now Herman's mind was reeling at the incredible sight before him. The eager thrusting pussies and the naked tits and asses, all glistening with sweat, made his prick stick out like a wrench handle. He hurriedly kicked his pants off and cried to Francine, the only other person whose face wasn't busy sucking something, "I don't know how I wound up being the last one in on this, but I'm sure gonna make up for it."
Herman's eye was on the provocatively exposed roundness of Veronica's ass-the "end of the chain," so to speak. With feverish rapidity, he jerked them down and found her crotch brimming with love juices. Then Herman guided his quivering prick into the succulence of her tiny red asshole, fucking it for all he was worth.
It was then that Kathleen and Billy happened to descend from the upstairs dorm room, where all the beds sat in a common room together, and beheld the spectacle of six straining, half-naked bodies energertically licking, fucking, fingering, and sucking one another.
"There, Billy," she quipped to the boy, "-What You Always Wanted To Know About Sex!"
They had come downstairs after their own love match was over to see whether the expected guests had arrived. It was clear that they had indeed arrived and that, to all appearances, were enjoying a very hearty welcome from the family.
Later on that night, after a second round of helter-skelter sex in which many pairs and trios of lovers seemed to be constantly forming and reforming into new combinations, everyone was shown to a bed and promptly went to sleep.
In the morning, a large breakfast was served ranch-style on the long oaken table that dominated the dining area. Everyone ate as though they thought it would be their last meal. Then the kids all amused themselves with games and chatter while the adults sat and drank coffee. Herman had a chance to get to know Lester and Kathleen much better, telling them a lot about himself, about Laverne, and about the general predicament he found himself in.
After a while the trio broke up when she set about cleaning up the breakfast table and Lester excused himself to make a few business calls. He was in the process of building a new motel near the highway, he told Herman, and it would be opening soon.
Herman passed a couple of hours looking at the lodge and admiring its furnishings, then decided to take a walk out through the edge of the pine forest. It was a nice day and he could take his time. He had a lot of thinking to do. Who knows, if he came to a pay phone on the highway shoulder he might even give Laverne a call and see what her reaction would be.
But the thought never occurred to him again during his walk. He rambled through the woods for two or three miles, then followed a creek back toward the lodge. When he was almost there, he got a sudden urge to piss and decided he would relieve himself before going in. Just as he was finishing up, a quick noise off to his right caught his attention. It seemed to have come from behind a big pine tree in the upper section of the yard. Could it be a person?
CHAPTER TEN
Herman was so startled he jerked his cock back into his pants and spilled a little on his pants. There behind the tree was little Lynette, and it was obvious she'd been spying on him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, giggling in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to make you do that. You won't tell anybody I was peeking at you like this, will you? Veronica and Billy would razz me about it and Dad and Mom might even be mad."
She seemed nervous, but only because she had been caught. Not because she'd been looking at his naked cock. The kid regarded him beseechingly with her big dark brown eyes and fiddled with her bare foot against her other ankle. The expression on her cute little face was so appealing he couldn't have refused her anything.
"Well, we'll see," he said, zipping up his pants but keeping the zipper clasp in hand. "You better explain what you were doing there, though. Is it what I think?"
She ran to him at once and threw her arms around his stomach, which was as high up as she could reach. Her head only came to about the middle of his chest. She kept thanking him for not telling on her, then threw her head back and looked straight up into his face. Her long, chestnut-brown hair flowed over her immature shoulders almost to her ass.
"I won't fib," she proclaimed, "I wanted to watch you pee so I could see your dick. You know what Daddy told you last night about me being too little to take his in me? Well, I know that's true but I still get tired of having nobody to fuck me but my brother. I'm tired of him, and besides, he isn't old enough yet to come in me. I was thinking, uh ... that...."
Herman suddenly realized she was afraid she might embarrass him by referring to the size of his cock. But she was so cute about it he wasn't even offended.
He grinned down at her and took her chin in his hand. "You little fox," he chuckled, "what you're trying to say is that you think mine might be small enough to slip into that little twat of yours yet still be able to shoot off in you-sort of a cross between your brother and your dad, right?"
She squeezed him tight and he could feel her trim, titless chest against the crotch of his pants. "Yep!" she beamed. "That's just what I was thinking. Wow, how did you know all that? Are you mad at me? Or do you ... just not want to do anything with me because I'm little and don't have any titties yet or any hair on my pussy? You saw how I blew my dad last night, didn't you? Didn't I do good, huh, didn't you think I did it good? I can-"
"Hold on, little one," he interrupted her, tweaking her playfully on the cheek, "one question at a time. First of all, I knew what you were thinking because ... well, let's just say I can tell a horny little girl when I see one. And I'm certainly not mad at you for spying on me while I was pissing-if you want to know the truth, sweetie, I'd have done the same thing to you if I'd been given the chance. I'd love to see you squatting down with a little stream of piss hissing down."
She grinned mischievously, glad to hear he was interested in seeing her pussy for any reason whatever, and hugged him around the legs and torso as he continued. Maybe she had a chance to get what she wanted from him.
"As for you not having any titties or cunt hair," he said, "it doesn't bother me a bit because a girl doesn't have to have those things for me to get turned on by her. When you do get big enough for that, you'll look swell, of course, just like your mom and Veronica and my Francine do-but you have plenty under that little dress to interest me just as you are. And right here too," he said, bending down and kissing her on her pretty little nose.
"Now then, what was that you said about being so good at giving blow jobs?" he reminded her with an anxious grin. "If you can keep a secret from your folks, so can I. Besides, your whole family's probably eating my two girls up with love right this very minute. Can you get it up for me? If you can, sweetie, I'll give you a nice fucking and fill that little twat full of come like you've been wanting."
"Oh, boy," she said excitedly, scrambling for his fly, "thanks! You'll see if I can get you stiff or not."
And with that the kid fairly flew into his pants. He started to sit down but she told him not to bother, it wasn't necessary. She dropped to her knees on the ground before him and had his cock in her hands in seconds, cooing over it and covering it with pecking little child-kisses all up and down its length. The organ had only been on its way to rigidity just from talking to her, and now it was rock hard and sticking out like a handle.
Lynette happily allowed him to reach down and strip her dress over her head while she kept busy on his tool, pausing only long enough to let him draw the one-piece garment past her head. Now she knelt there in nothing but plain pink panties like every little girl wears, plus her black patent leather shoes topped by short white anklets.
He ran his hands through her thick bangs and over the soft features of her elfin face, then over her small shoulders and through the long tresses that fell all the way to the top of her perky ass.
She reached farther into his pants and began carefully arid lovingly manipulating his balls with one hand as she grasped his cock with the other. She teased him a few moments and then slurped the head of his prick into her eager mouth and wrapped her wet tongue around it.
"Sheeee-it!" he cried ecstatically.
He had to sit down after that. He lowered himself clumsily backward and was soon sitting on the grass. She didn't miss a beat, accompanying him down with her lips still joyfully smacking around the head of his meat. She flounced down on her stomach in front of him so she could still reach his mouth in the new position and seemed to be totally unconcerned about any grass stains her body might acquire.
He pulled her around sideways so she could lie across one of his legs. Now he could get at her panties. First he slipped his fingers between her legs and enjoyed the pleasure of simply masturbating her hairless organs through the thin, satiny crotch of her pink panties. In seconds the fabric was completely wet and coming through to his finger.
He grasped them by the waist and she raised her ass off his leg, assisting him in skinning them off her legs. The sweet little lips of her cunt shone up from the crevice of her crotch and, lacking even the slightest down, looked almost like a tiny mouth wedged up and down between her childish thighs.
"You're as ready for it now as you'll ever be," he commented, taking one of her hands from his cock and guiding it between her own legs as though she couldn't tell any other way. She had a few more tricks to show off before she was ready for the big moment, however, he soon learned.
She pulled her mouth from his prick and suddenly clamped her arm over it, letting it press against her armpit. It was sweaty from all the excitement and made a very respectable substitute for a pussy.
"Well, I'll be fucked!" he exclaimed, amazed at her ingenuity.
"No, me" she chirped, a mischievous grin on her sexy mouth, "but first try this."
Whereupon she scrambled up and lay down on him, fitting the thing between her legs. Then by clamping it tightly between her upper thighs and letting it emerge behind her, she entertained him for a few moments by providing him with still another "mock-pussy."
"Feel me now," she panted, snatching his hand and inserting it in her cunt after unstraddling his cock. He discovered that the child had a noticeably larger clit than average, and that even though she lacked curls around her cunt it was obvious that she was certainly old enough to become aroused. And how! He fondled the glistening bump of flesh between his fingers and was amazed at the change in its size from when he had touched her there only a short time earlier.
He hadn't noticed anything unusual about her mother Kathleen's clit. Maybe the kid had inherited her oversize little jewel from her dad instead. Lester sure sported a good-sized prick between his legs. But he had much better things to do than speculate on the source of her pretties, no matter how attractive. He would much rather touch them.
He grabbed her and rolled over with her. "Eeeek!" she squealed. She knew she was about to get it and she was more than ready for it. He straddled her and pushed her onto her back, her ass and shoulders flat on the grass. He stood arched over her for a moment and let his prick stick out over her stomach where she could get a good look at what she was about to feel.
"Here it is, sugar pie," he rasped, brandishing the thing almost like a weapon.
"Whew," she gasped, sweat streaming from her undeveloped body, "it sure looks great too ... lemme have it, will you? Ummm ummmmmm, but you've got me wanting it!"
Herman touched the head to her crack and watched her squirm in pleasure. He didn't want to hurt her, and he thought he would be small enough to get in there and do her some good if he was gentle. Then she helped matters by rubbing her snatch on it with twisting little motions that let it fit in nice and easy, a little at a time. It was absolutely the tightest fit he'd ever had in his life, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming too fast from the sweet, bright pleasure of it.
But he didn't have to wait long ... the mininymphet was well practiced in getting herself off. Soon the whole thing was in and he was fucking like a woman instead of the eight-year-old girl she was. She took it with great gusto and within half a minute she squealed, "Oh boy, oh boy, here I go ... I'm about to get my jollies now!"
Her vocal enthusiasm touched his already imminent climax off and he spewed her full of the thick, white hot juice she had been craving so bad. As soon as it struck the inner flesh of her young pussy meat the kid let out a high, thin little scream of pleasure and got her jollies.
Afterward she stuck her fingers into her slit and brought some out to sniff. The stuff got her so ex cited she fell on his cock and licked every last drop from it. When she was through he was clean as a pin.
He let her go back first and followed her about fifteen minutes later. He knew Lester didn't care that he'd fucked her-the only reason he had withheld his own prick from his little daughter was because he was simply too big to fit and didn't want to hurt her. But Herman knew Lynette wanted to keep it a secret for her own feminine little reasons, so he went along with her.
Back inside the lodge he looked on with wonder at the revelry that had developed while he was gone. Everybody there was naked as a jaybird except for Lynette who had just walked in, and his own little Jilly, who was wearing only a transparent gown with no undies beneath. And it was immediately apparent that she was only wearing it to tease young Billy, who was sitting beside her as she lay on the bed with a knee coyly propped in the air.
As soon as Jilly saw Lynette enter, she called out, "Hey, where've you been for so long? Come hop under the covers with me before your brother rapes me!"
Billy laughed. "Ha ha ... that won't keep you from being raped, Jilly," he joshed. "With my little sis under there with you, you'll just be raped by a girl instead of a boy!"
The three children giggled and their bright eyes danced as they p-lanced at each other. It was obvious they were going to be enjoying themselves more than simply verbally very soon. As Herman walked past the bed he gave the girls a playful pat on their asses and even grasped the boy's little cock for an affectionate tug. It was beautiful to see the kids enjoying themselves so, with no inhibiting balderdash in the air about things being "nasty" or "naughty."
The large bed across the room caught his eye then, because Kathleen had her head buried in Francine's fuzzy muff and was evidently making the youngster really begin to take off. Francine saw her dad walk by, but in her depth of passion could only smile weakly and roll her eyes at him.
But where was Lester? Herman just realized his absence. Before heading for the other rooms to find him, he couldn't resist stooping to plant a wet kiss on Kathleen's plump ruddy snatch. It was sticking up in the air, wiggling like crazy, as she licked the love juice from Francine's pussy, so it provided an irresistible target for his kiss. He loved the way she reacted. Although she couldn't possibly have known whose mouth it was on her cunt, she gyrated her ass happily in the air as if to invite whomever it was to hop on the bed and join the party.
But at the moment Herman was much too exhausted from having just filled her baby daughter's quim with his own love juice. He would have to pass on the offer for the time being.
He found Lester at the bar with feet thrown back, drinking a cold beer and watching a football special.
"What are you doing here in front of the television set when all the action's in the dorm room?" Herman asked him incredulously.
Lester grinned. 'To tell you the truth," he drawled, "which I hate to admit, that crew in there just got to be too much action for me. During the time since you folks have been here with us I've fucked every female in there once-one of them twice-not to mention cornholing Billy once, for variety's sake. That's just too damn much love for me to be able to raise a hard-on for a while, I'm afraid. I'm taking a breather before I head back into that sex den!"
Herman chuckled. He knew exactly what Lester meant and lauded him for his decision. But he couldn't resist a bit of ribbing.
"Hell, Lester," he said, "you don't have to have a hard cock to get in on the action, do you? You can always rely on your mouth, can't you? I think it's safe to say there isn't a single person in there who wouldn't go for having your face in their crotch."
But Lester rejoined, "Are you kidding? Shit, that's what I have been doing for the last couple of hours. My cock wore out long before that. I've already had my tongue up every snatch out there."
"What," reacted Herman with mock surprise, "you didn't suck Billy off?"
"No," replied Lester, "but he did do me once. I think it was after I'd fucked your little Jilly. The boy said my cock smelled like some snatch he hadn't licked yet, and Jilly's the only one I can think of that he missed."
"Yeah?" said Herman. "That right? Well, from the looks of things as I walked through just now, the kid's about to add her scalper, cunt-to his belt. He'll be seeing what it's like firsthand."
Lester leaned back and took a deep drink of beer, then smiled broadly, his eyes closed. "Man, I can sure remember what it smelled like firsthand," he sighed. 'That little girl of yours is so damned cute that when I got her naked I didn't know whether to fuck, suck, or pass the buck!"
"I know what you mean," said Herman. "She turned out to love it as much as Francine does, once we got her broken in. Of course it's always a pleasure to tear into something new. Your Veronica really got me going when we all first got here ... what a beautiful set of tits on her at sixteen. Mama mia!"
"Yeah," Lester agreed, "she's sure got some nice ones. Takes after Kathleen I guess, although I think by the time she's full grown she may wind up with bigger ones than her mom. Little devil started getting 'em way before her eleventh birthday, you know."
"Listen, buddy," Lester said, changing the subject, "I was serious about sending Kathleen in to your place to turn your wife onto the fact that a woman can love other females just as much as she can men. Kathleen's just the one that can do it, if you say the word. She liked what she saw when you showed us that picture of Laverne, you know."
But Herman was not optimistic about the idea. He thanked Lester for the offer, but said they would be wasting their time.
Lester thought a minute and then tendered Herman a surprising offer. He said that he would do more than just hide him and the kids out at the lodge to keep the law from tracking them down. He revealed that he and his family were moving to the lodge permanently the very next month, and that the Brockmans were welcome to live with them free of charge-including his wife Laverne if she would come.
Herman was astounded. "Really? Is it possible?"
"Sure," Lester told him. "Especially since all the kids get along so well and everything-not to mention how we get along with each other's kids! It would be a real sweet setup for all of us." He concluded with a lecherous grin.
"But the money," said Herman, "I'm out of a job, remember? You couldn't just put us up forever."
Lester said he'd thought about that, but it was all taken care by the new motel he was constructing down on the highway. If he wanted to, Herman and Laverne could manage it for him. That would take care of their income and still let them all live together. In addition, the Brockmans would have their own large suite at the motel.
"Consider that a firm offer," Lester said.
It didn't take Herman more than a few seconds to determine that was the best deal he would ever be offered in his life. He stuck out his hand to shake on it.
"It's a deal," he said. "Have Kathleen go try her luck with Laverne whenever it suits her."
Lester was a man of action. "Hell, I'll have her leave tonight," he said. "Why waste time? And I'll bet you Kathleen will swing it. I'll give her four days. And of course during that time, after she gets in your wife's pants and gets her hot for the new stuff, Kathleen will break it to her about you and the kids being here and what the deal is up here. Everything will be explained."
"I couldn't ask for more," said Herman. "Take it away!"
Kathleen was on her way into the city within the hour. With her gone, the group was reduced to Lester, his two daughters, and his boy, plus Herman with his two daughters. But there was still plenty of love to go around for everyone. That night all hands were so tired they were more than ready to go to sleep with no hanky-panky. And Herman was pleased to discover his two doll babies crawling into his bed around midnight. They said they were lonesome without him in bed with them, even though they were too exhausted for any screwing. Could they stay? Herman welcomed them with open arms, positioning one on each side of him, and they all fell asleep as cozy as bears in a winter cave.
The next morning things were active again. First they all took a sauna, followed by a community shower in Lester's huge bathroom. Then after a quick breakfast, conducted with much sly pinching and feeling around the table, they all headed for the swimming pool for a refreshing dip.
Jilly and Francine started to look for their suitcases but realized they didn't even have one with them. They had no swimsuits.
Lester laughed. "Don't worry, if you were wearing any you'd be the only people in the pool with a stitch. We always go naked here!"
Then the girls laughed. Of course they wouldn't need any swimsuits ... heck, they'd both been seen naked by everyone present, and even had indulged in sex with most of them as well. It would be silly to cover their titties and crotches up as though they were on a public beach.
"It'd be worse than silly," offered Veronica, "it'd be a darned shame to drape anything over those cute little figures. You're both so pretty and sexy with your clothes off that I could eat you up."
The pair shyly accepted the compliment, catching each other's eyes in mutual pride. They had both been very taken with Veronica the minute they met her. But that was when they all had their clothes on. When they had gotten a look at what the sixteen-year-old's tits were like naked, they were admiring as well as fascinated. They both hoped that they would one day have a pair as nice as hers, and had pretty much put Veronica on a pedestal. Naturally, it meant a lot to them to have her praise them.
But an unexpected phone call interrupted the festivities. It was Kathleen calling from the city, and she had some very strange news indeed. Herman took the phone and found out Kathleen hadn't even entered the Brockman home yet, much less made any headway with the rest of their plan. Furthermore, there appeared to be no chance to do so and Kathleen would have to return with her mission unaccomplished.
There was another man there with Laverne-a man and a couple of kids, two girls about twelve or thirteen, the best Kathleen could make out. She had seen them all get out of a car together and go inside just as though they were a family.
The news left Herman in complete bewilderment and threw the plans he had just made with Lester into limbo. He would have to go back and see what the hell was going on, he decided-bring things to a head once and for all. Leaving the kids at the lodge to keep them out of it, Herman immediately dressed and left for the city. He told Lester he would call when he found out something.
A few hours later, Herman boldly knocked on the door of his house and Laverne answered the door. Ignoring for the moment everything concerning his activities since leaving her, he demanded to know about the man and children seen there. To his amazement, Laverne was much different about everything than he expected. She no longer seemed bossy or aggressive, and in fact seemed very cowed and apologetic. After being assured that Francine and Jilly were all right, she broke down and admitted what had been going on. The man and two children seen there had been her brother Jesse and his two daughters, Cynthia and Rachel.
Herman couldn't understand her guilt over that. Jesse lived across the city in another suburb and Herman was acquainted with him. They dropped over once or twice a year on the holidays. He had been a widower for the past few years and was raising the girls alone. But what was so unusual about him coming by? If Herman had known that's who Kathleen had seen, the mystery would have been solved in his mind and he wouldn't even have bothered coming to the city.
"No," Laverne revealed, her voice filled with shame, "you saw him here once or twice a year, dear. Me ... I saw Jesse once or twice a week."
Herman blanched. Was she telling him that....
"What you're thinking is true," she admitted, coming clean. "I've never been able to make myself tell you before. It ... it's much worse than simple infidelity, Herman, much worse. You see I ... I've been having an affair with him-with my own brother-ever since right after his wife died. Of course his kids haven't known about it any more than you or our kids. Such an awful thing had to be kept very secret. I have no excuse, I guess I'm just a slut ... just a dirty pervert, not fit to be anyone's wife or mother either one."
Then she collapsed into his arms and burst into tears. Herman's mind was spinning like a top. He sat her down and made her talk about it, learning that the incestuous relationship had begun between the two of them when they had been "practically children," and had been only temporarily halted when they both married. Then after Jesse's wife died, things just naturally seemed to start getting hot and heavy again, Laverne told him.
"I know I was a bitch to live with, Herman," she said. " ... the way I always nagged you and the way I ... usually held out for having my pussy sucked instead of letting you fuck me. It was all because I felt guilty about what I was doing on the side. I felt like a monster but I took it out on you-I just didn't have the strength to admit I loved having my own brother fuck me and suck me and ... oh I'm so terrible I get turned on just thinking about it!"
Herman acted decisively. Laverne looked damned good to him because he hadn't seen her in a while. He simply picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, ripped off her clothes and fucked the piss out of her. He didn't even wait 'til they got to the bed, just did it right on the floor. Laverne was at the same time flabbergasted, overcome with Herman's new take-charge attitude, and terribly aroused. She was dying to be fucked ... her cunt was hot as a pistol.
After they brought each other to a tremendously fulfilling orgasm, she even got down on her belly and sucked his limp, come-covered tool 'til he came again.
In the hour that followed, their whole lives were changed. Herman convinced her that the attraction she felt for Jesse wasn't sinful or perverse, and even gave her his full permission to continue the relationship. Furthermore, he was even able to admit to her his lust for other females, even the very young-and came clean about his entire incestuous seduction of their daughters. The emotional impact was so great that it took Laverne awhile to get over that one. But when she did get over it, it was complete and genuine. It was not, after all, so dissimilar from what she and Jesse had done together as youngsters.
She admitted that she, as a young girl, had from time to time been very attracted to an older man, and supposed that she might have allowed herself to be seduced by one if the situation had presented itself in a way that was not frightening to her childish sensibilities.
That night the two of them indulged in another fuck-fest which, because of their new honesty and lack of inhibitions with one another, was very satisfying to them and pulled them closer together still.
The next morning Herman filled her in on the situation at the mountain lodge, including Lester's offer of the job and living quarters. He spared no details, even the fact that they would be living together as essentially one big family. He spoke thoroughly for Francine's and Jilly's new appetites and how the pair had been indulging themselves since they left home. He emphasized the fact that they had used their fresh young bodies not only in concert with Other males-Lester and Billy-but also with females.
When all was said and done, Laverne not only approved of the radical new ideas he had presented to her but expressed a strong and honest interest in joining in. She said she had often had twinges of desire for other females and would be glad to explore another woman's body with the purpose of opening herself up to lesbianism. Herman was delighted with his "new wife," assuring her that they were all going to have a ball together.
He also reminded her that, of course, her brother Jesse would be welcome anytime she wanted and that they would have his blessings upon whatever fucking they cared to do. After all, he himself would be well taken care of while they were at it-probably even with their very own sexpot little daughters!
Laverne was so appreciative she said that the least she could do, now that she was aware of his taste for youngsters, would be to put her brother's kids at his disposal. It would be too complicated to win Jesse's permission, she said, without long and deep discussions. So she would handle it herself without his knowledge ... later, he could be dealt with.
Herman could hardly believe it. When he asked if she really meant it, she proved it by picking up the phone and calling Jesse's house across town. In order to surprise him, she made Herman leave the room while she spoke.
Afterward, she called him back and, grinning like a Cheshire cat, said, "I convinced Jesse to come over tomorrow. He'll be taking me to dinner at a restaurant near his place. At first he said he couldn't swing it because he didn't have a sitter for the girls. But I said I had it all arranged for someone to take care of them here while we were out. Without mentioning who it was, I told him they were very competent-and that he and I could spend the whole night together at his place while they stayed here."
Herman was panting at the thought of their lovely little nieces and she was grinning, amused at his undisguised anticipation.
"Think you can fill the bill, honey?" she asked with a knowing smile. "I mean it isn't as though I'll be asking you to actually be a baby sitter for them. Cynthia's nine and Rachel's twelve, so I don't think you could really refer to them as babies anymore. But then they are my nieces, of course-yours too, by marriage-so I would want to make sure they were in good hands. I mean, little girls are so impressionable at that age ... so in need of a guiding influence to teach them about life."
Visions of their lithe young bodies danced in his head. "Oh, you don't have to worry," he assured her, joining in on her droll banter, "they'll be in good hands with me. I won't take my eyes off them all night long. And as far as teaching them anything ... well, let's just say that if anything should happen to come up that arouses their curiosity, I'll instruct them all about it in great detail!"
Laverne chuckled. She was sure he meant every word of it. And her emphasis on teaching, she reflected, wasn't unwarranted in the least. After all, she was a girl much older than her two nieces ... yet she strongly suspected that the folks up at that mountain lodge just might have a thing or two to teach her.
And, as she hoped would be the case with Cynthia and Rachel, she was going to just love learning.
