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As I walked home Tuesday, with the taste of Jake Botham's thick cloying cum still in my mouth, I tried to be angry with him.� So why did I keep reliving the feel of his firm fleshy cock sliding between my lips? He was still the most loathsome boy at school, but he was a boy and I had to concede that he had a very nice dick.� He wasn't as big as Uncle Joe or Mr. Jesse, and I liked that.� It was a better fit and my jaw didn't get sore at all.

But what of his demand that I blow him again on Thursday?� The nerve! No way, Josie!� Besides, I hated him! Everyone hated him. But that's not what I was taught in church. I was told to love one another, and I knew that included the likes of Jake Botham.

Back home, Mom didn't even notice that I was a little late.� She did notice the stain from where I had knelt into something disgusting.

"It's from lunch.� I spilled it into my lap." That didn't quite make sense, but Mama let it slide.

"Well, go change and then bring your dress down and rinse it out in the washer.� I don't want that stain to set."

I was feeling a bit grungy, needless to say, so I told Mama that I was going to take my bath, then I'd bring the dress down.� She was fine with that.� Sparkly clean, except for the lingering taste in my mouth, I helped Mama with supper.

Now on Tuesdays, Mama almost always sent over a plate of food for Uncle Joe. Not today, today she had called him and told him that he'd have to come pick it up himself. I wasn't the only one disappointed that I was grounded.� Knowing that I wasn't going to get away, I went back upstairs and put on some panties.�

Uncle Joe was there when I came back down.� He looked at me with a sad expression, took his plate of Monday's leftovers and went home.

Wednesday things had calmed down at school.� Seems that even before I blew him, Jake had told a bunch of folks that I wasn't his girlfriend and that admission had already started making the rounds.� By Wednesday afternoon, it had spread throughout the school.� Suddenly I was no longer an untouchable. My opinion of Jake Botham went up three notches.

Mama had just begun volunteering at the library on Wednesday afternoons and evenings, and wouldn't be home until eight PM.� Mr. Jesse had been covering Wednesday afternoons and evenings, but with him out of town, Mama had volunteered to take his place until they found someone else for that slot.� Daddy wasn't thrilled with that, but Mama said that with my help he would survive.

I went straight home from school, even though I knew Mama wasn't going to be there.� That of course didn't stop her from calling the house to make sure that I was there.�

As soon as I walked into the house, I could smell her signature beef stew simmering in the crock pot.� By the time Daddy got home it would be ready with the stew meat so tender that you could cut it with a fork. Best of all, I knew that Uncle Joe would be joining us for supper.� He loved Mama's beef stew as much as Daddy loved it and Mama always invited him over when she made it.

So I'm naked on my bed, daydreaming about blowing Jake again tomorrow out by the dumpster, my finger dancing in my wetly gleaming pussy when I heard someone clomping up the stairs.

Daddy!� Daddy's home early! As I scrambled fruitlessly to cover up, the door flew open.�

"Uncle Joe!"

"Hi, ya, Bunny-girl.�

"Say, don't let me interrupt whatever it is you were doing," he laughed.� I don't know why, but I turned a deep shade of red and my face felt like it was on fire.

"Embarrassed?� Why?� You know I like you naked and I found you naked. Hmmm, were you doing what I think you were doing?"

"I thought you were Daddy," I said uncovering my nudity to my hunky uncle's gaze.

"He won't be home until six," Uncle Joe said.�

"Where's your alarm clock?" he then asked.

"Over here.� Why?"

"I'm going to set for 5:30.� That gives us an hour to play before we need to get cleaned up and dressed." It was 4:30 and he set the alarm for 5:30.� Then he stripped off his clothes.�

"I was disappointed yesterday," he said climbing into my bed, "but today is just perfect."�

He kissed me, jamming his tongue into my mouth and simultaneously went for my cunt with his hand.

"Hmmm, nice and juicy," he said breaking the kiss while fingering me. "Been thinking about me, huh?"� Wisely I didn't answer and let him think just that.� He swung around, and lifting me, placed me on top of him, his dick right in my face and his face right between my legs.� I gasped as his tongue dug into my sex. Gawd, it felt so good!

Enjoying the feelings coming from my pussy, I gazed at the object of my most lurid fantasies for the past several weeks. I nuzzled into it, smearing his seeping juices all over my face before mouthing the now slippery head prior to taking it into my mouth. With his hard plump dick securely in my mouth, I danced my tongue over it.� Unfortunately in this position the thick cock tube running the length of his dick was at the roof of my mouth out of reach of my tongue, as was that funny little flap of skin at the nexus of his cock tube and cock rim.� No matter, I had his lovely dick in my mouth with plenty to play with and had his dancing tongue in my pussy. I really liked doing it this way.� I was in heaven.

And let me tell you, that tongue of his knew exactly what to do with my pussy.� Very quickly as the pleasure built in my pussy, I was moaning around his dick, and soon after that... rapture, that all enveloping sensation that feels so good that it leaves me senseless.� And almost as soon as that peaked, I felt his cock throb, as it spewed his salty nut juice into my mouth, which brought on another ecstatic peak originating deep between my legs.

He stopped scouring my cunt and his cock began to soften in my mouth.� I couldn't help but think, 'No, no, no!� Not yet!� Not yet!', but to no avail.� Then knowing he would be supersensitive in mere moments, I let his lovely soft cock slip from my lips.

For a long time we just lay there, my face in his wet soft dick and his face between my legs.� Neither of us were doing anything other than savoring the afterglow of rapture, or as Mr. Jesse called it, orgasm. That's when I thought about something that Jake Botham had said after I blew him the day before... cock sucking slut.� That's when I realized that Jake wasn't disparaging me, but complimenting me.� I was a cock sucking slut.� I loved sucking cocks, Jake's included.� I decided right then and there that I would meet him behind the dumpsters tomorrow afternoon and give him a blowjob to remember.

After giving it a five minute rest, I slurped Uncle Joe's limp dick back into my mouth.� Uncle Joe in turn slid his tongue back into my pussy.� It was a grand afternoon of sucking and being sucked.� Uncle Joe got me off twice more and I got him off once more.� All too soon the blasted alarm clock was buzzing.� Was it really already an hour? I wanted to suck his dick some more, but he rolled me off of him and rose from my bed.�

Upstairs we had a tub/shower servicing the two bedroom upstairs, my room and the guest bedroom.� Uncle Joe opted to shower, while I, unwilling to get my hair wet, opted to wash up at the basin.� Freshened up, we both dressed and headed downstairs. Ten minutes or so later, Daddy was home.

Daddy and Uncle Joe got cold beers and retired to the living room while I set the table.� Daddy was sitting in the club chair while Uncle Joe was kicked back in Daddy's recliner. Dinner was ready, but they hadn't finished their beers.� Taking advantage of Daddy sitting in the big club chair, I crawled up in his lap, gave him a chaste kiss and snuggled into him.� While I snuggled into my daddy, he rubbed my back and kissed my hair.

He was a bit ripe from work, but I didn't mind.� It's funny, a few months ago I would have recoiled at his heady aroma, but not now.� Now he just smelled like a man.� Mr. Jesse smelled like this too, especially his crotch, as did Uncle Joe if he wasn't fresh from his bath, like today when he had his cock and balls in my face.� Jake?� Jake smelled like that too.

I could have snuggled into Daddy like that for hours, but I heard his tummy rumble.� I sat up and commented, "Sounds like you're hungry."

"I'm starved," Daddy replied.� "Is supper ready?"

"Anytime you are," I responded.

"Well, as nice as this is," he commented, "I need to eat."� So we ate.

After supper was over, Uncle Joe went home.� Daddy retired to take a shower while I dealt with the dirty dishes.� After a few minutes, Daddy comes back, dressed in just his boxer shorts and carrying his work shirt.

"Bunny baby, the button came off my shirt.� Could you fix it for me?"

"Sure, Daddy," I answered taking the shirt and stray button from him.�

"Thanks, sweetie."� He turned and headed back to his bedroom and bath.

I still had to finish up with the dishes, but before I returned to my chore, I buried my nose into his shirt and took a deep breath.� Hmmmmmm, I loved that odor.� It wasn't strong, but a slightly pungent, all male smell.�

Setting the shirt and button aside, I quickly finished up the dishes, then went to the laundry room and found a needle and thread.� Zip, zip, I had the button back on and did as good a job as Mama would have.� With the shirt repaired, I took it to Daddy.

Without thinking, I didn't knock on his door, but just barged right in.� Daddy was just coming out of the bath and was starkers!� I was very familiar with Daddy's body other than what he had between the legs, and that's where my eyes went.� Ever since I found out that some guys are circumcised and some weren't, I had imagined my daddy to be circumcised.� To my surprise, he wasn't.� Like Mr. Jesse, the head of his dick was covered by foreskin.� I never imagined!

"What are you doing?"

At the sound of Daddy's voice, my head snapped up from where my eyes had been.� How long had� I been staring? How long had he just stood there and let me look?� A second?� Five seconds?� Fifteen seconds? I had no clue.

"I was bringing you your shirt," I said handing it out to him.

"Well, it needs to be laundered."

"Oh!� Okay."� I turned and left Daddy still standing there naked, thinking what, I didn't know. Of course I was grinning ear to ear, but he didn't see that.

I sorted out the basket of dirty clothes that were in the laundry room ready to be washed, and put on a load that included Daddy's shirt.� With the washer going, I went upstairs and took my own bath, my mind filled with the image of Daddy's cock that had helped make me, as well as recalling his aroma. While I did so, I also wondered why Daddy just stood there and let me look.� If he had walked in on me nude, I would have screamed and tried to cover up.� He did neither, he just stood there. Could it be that he wanted me to see him naked?

'Hmmmm,' I thought, 'he's a guy and from my experience, guys didn't mind showing off to girls.' I also knew he liked to perv out on my bare buttocks, but at the same time, he tried to pretend that he wasn't.� Maybe, just maybe...

Finished with my bath, I slipped on an old thin t-shirt of Daddy's, one that I often sleep in.� It was big enough to come down almost to my knees and I had worn it for ages without comment from neither Mama nor Daddy.� Normally I wore panties underneath, but I intentionally left them off and headed back downstairs.�

It was about seven PM by then. �Mama wouldn't be home until the library closed at eight. That gave me an hour and in an hour, a lot could be accomplished.

I felt my pussy tingle when I saw Daddy, watching some show on the History channel, sitting in the club chair dressed in only his pajama pants.

"I'm sorry I barged in on you, Daddy," I said trying my best to sound genuinely contrite.

"That's okay, Baby," he replied.� "I won't tell your mom."

"Oh, okay.� Can I... can I come sit with you?"

"Sure," he answered patting his thigh. This was working out better than I thought it would.

I sat in his lap and snuggled into his bare hairy chest, his hand wrapping around my waist.� I could feel a cool breeze under the t-shirt and knew that it had hiked up just like I wanted it to when I sat it. We were silent as we sat together and after a minute or two, he moved his hand to rest on my bare thigh.� His fingers began curling and uncurling, lightly stroking my bare skin. He adjusted his hand again, this time slightly under the helm of the t-shirt, his fingers still moving without commitment.� I adjusted the way I was sitting and in doing so, drove his hand farther up and onto my naked ass.� His fingers moved about for a moment.� I'm thinking, 'Yes!� Yes, Daddy!'

"Where are your panties, Bunny?" he asked quickly withdrawing his hand. "You go put on some clothes, right now!"

Rejected and with my plans in tatters, I ran upstairs and stayed there until Mama got home. All the while I waited with dread for when Mama got home and Daddy told her what slutty trollop, I was.� I was already grounded, so what would she do?� Send me away? Put me up for adoption?� Would she send Daddy up to spank me?� Hmmm, that could be fun, but he'd probably make it hurt, really hurt.

For nearly an hour I waited filled with dread, imagining the most awful things likely to befall me in the next twenty four hours. Finally I heard Mama's voice downstairs and then I heard Mama and Daddy talking, but their voices were so muffled that I couldn't make out what was being said.� After awhile, I heard soft footsteps on the stairs and then the knock on the door.� The door opened and Mama walked in.

"Bunny?� What's the matter, honey?� Your dad said you've been upstairs since supper.� My stew didn't sit well with you?"

I was surprised to say the least.� "Nothing's the matter, Mama," I answered. "I'm just tired."

"Hard day at school?"

"Yeah."

"Can I get you anything?� Are you sure you're okay?" she asked putting hand on my forehead to judge if I had a fever,

"I'm okay, Mama.� Really, I'm just tired."�

"Okay, baby.� You get a good night sleep," she said as she leaned over and kissed me.� "I love you."

"And I love you too, Mama."

"Are you going down and tell your dad goodnight, or do you want me to send him up?"

"Uh, don't bother Daddy, Mama.� He seemed really tired too when he got home."

"He's not that tired, but if that's what you want..."

She stopped at the door, turned and asked, "You didn't get into an argument with Daddy, did you?"

"No, Mama.� I'm just tired."

"Okay.� Goodnight, sweetheart."

What a relief!� Daddy didn't say a word about what a wicked� girl I was, or at least he hadn't yet.�

I reached over and turned off my nightstand light, plunging my room into darkness.� Snuggling into the covers, my fingers acting as if they had a mind of their own settled between my legs, gently rubbing my cunny through the thin material of my panties.�

Suddenly my bedroom door opened and I saw a dark silhouette enter my room.� After looming over me for a moment, the bed sagged and Daddy flicked on my lamp.� Of course I had stopped playing with myself by then.�

"Bunny, I love you.� I love you more than life itself," he said softly. "But don't do that to me again.� That could led to our relationship being irreparably damaged."

"I'm sorry, Daddy.� I didn't mean to..."

"Don't say you're sorry if you really aren't."� Where have I heard that before? "And yes, you did mean to.� I'm flattered, but you and me, we can't play those games, honey.� It would really hurt your mother if she ever suspected."

"You're not going to tell Mama are you?"

"Best if some things are left unsaid.

"Now, goodnight, sweetheart.� Sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite."

When he said that silly ditty, I knew that everything was alright.� My daddy still loved me, even if he knew that I was a bad girl.