THE GREEN DOOR

Part 6

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Holly didn't have school on Friday, nor did the other girls.� It was a teacher work day or some such thing.� The girls all got up early, and walked down to the newsstand with Daddy, and helped him open bundles of paper and get set up.� Then the girls went shopping.� Holly had enough of her too tight undershirts and dresses rubbing her tender breasts. She and her sisters were getting new underwear, and she was getting a training bra.� She figured having her sisters along would give her nerve enough to look for some and try them on.�

But when they got to the girl�s underwear department, they ran into Tricia, who was looking for the same thing Holly was.� This was a major nerve booster for both of them, so the little sisters got to sit on a bench while the big girls got themselves outfitted with lots of posturing and giggling.� Holly soon found out that the comfort gained in breasts not rubbing was lost in those darn straps, and getting used to them.� They had hamburgers at the food court, which was a real treat for all of them, and then went home to clean house until Holly had to go to work.

When she got near the theater, Holly met Tricia.� They walked the rest of the way together.� William opened the door to the knock, and gave them a big smile.� They went to the waiting room to wait for their assignments.� A call for Tricia came fairly soon, she was a hot little girl, and had her �regulars.� Holly sat a few more moments, and then a call came for her to report to Bob Brown's office.�

�Come in!� came Bob's voice at her knock.

�You wanted to see me, Bob?�

Bob came around the desk and gave her a hug.� �I'm sorry Holly, but we always seem to have a problem for you to fill in for us.� Do you think you can do an act on the stage today?�� Emily was supposed to do it, but because of the school day off today, her mother took her off for the weekend.�

�Who do I do it with?�

�This one will just be you.� You said you do know how to masturbate.�� The guys like to see girls masturbate, and on weekdays we don't have very long shows.� If you can make it last for half an hour, they will be happy.� I will guarantee you get at least two hundred, but knowing you, I think you will do very well.�

Holly thought she would feel very silly doing such a private thing in front of men, but at the same time, she got a thrill from thinking about all the men who would be watching her and possibly doing the same thing as she was.� �When do I start?�

Bob looked at his watch.� �The show starts in half an hour.� You can undress here if you want and wear a robe downstairs.�

�Okay.��

Holly started to undress in front of Bob, who moved behind her to unfasten her dress in back, and then her new training bra.� When he had the training bra open, Bob pulled Holly back against him and ran his hands around her sides under her arms, and inside her clothes, and clasped a very little breast in each hand.� Holly leaned back against him and let him caress her swollen nipples.� Her breasts, which she had considered only a literal pain to her before had seemed to develop a connection to the bottom of her stomach that was also connected to that spot between her legs that gave her so much pleasure.� Bob bent over the little girl and kissed her neck and licked her ear.

�Mmmm!� Stop that, Bob.� I'll never get undressed.�

But Bob had already freed one hand from her breast and slid it down over her smooth chest and belly skin to slip it into her panty waist, and down between her legs.� �I can't help it Holly, you look good enough to eat.�� He paused...� �And that is just what I am going to do!�� After he stroked her clit a few strokes, he let her go and started to help her shed her loosened clothing.� When they got her shoes and socks off, and Holly slid her panties down and off, Bob pushed her down on the edge of the couch, and got down before her, kissing his way from her little breasts down to her lips between her legs.� When Bob knelt between her legs, he pushed them back up toward her shoulders and began to lick from her anal opening up through her slit to her clit.�

Holly moaned and clutched his head in both hands.� Since this had been the first man to ever do this to her, and he had opened all the other new thrills to her, she felt a special bond with Bob.� She began to buck her pussy up against his lips as he licked her clit.

For Bob, his mission was not only pleasure for Holly and himself, but getting her primed and in the relaxed mood she would need to give her best performance.� What better way to relax a girl and give her incentive to do her best, than to bring her to a bucking, squealing climax?�� After all, she had a half hour act to do, and she would never last that long if she wasn't mellowed out first, so her second climax could be more controlled.� He wanted his guys to get their money's worth.�� He noted with satisfaction that the bucking had already started.� He eased off on the kid a little.� They had a few minutes to kill yet.�

�Oh!�� Darn him!� She had been getting close, and he had left the best spot, and now was licking down around her hole.� Holly thought she had him trained, and here he was getting off the track to a quick orgasm for her.� She decided to let him dally around her pussy hole with that tongue tip for a while, as she caught her breath, but then she was gonna grab those ears and haul this mouth and tongue right back up to her clit and keep it there until he finished his job!

Bob had to control himself to keep from laughing out loud.�� The little girl's body language was so plain.� She had been well on her way and he had reneged on her, in her opinion, it was plain to see.� Now she was very apparently just humoring him for the moment.� He decided to appease her and brought a hand up to stick a forefinger into her and caress her internally.� Then he slowly moved back up toward her clitoris.�

�Oh, yes!�� Holly liked both the finger and the lips coming back.� She got Bob's head in a firm grasp and put his lips right where she wanted them.� She had been holding her legs back with knees bent, now she straightened them and draped them over his shoulders.� She needed to dig her heels into his back and do some serious bucking.� She needed leverage!

Since it seemed to have been already decided by Holly that she was ready for her orgasm, Bob got into it.� He closed his lips over Holly's entire clit, and gently sucked on it.� Holly dug her heels into his back, and thrust herself up at him.� Bob knew how to play these little girls like a band member knows his instrument.

Like all experienced pussy suckers, Bob knew how to play his little girls to get the most out of them.� A girl could start out perfectly still, but the chance of her staying that way was slim to zip.� Leg muscles made little involuntary movements.� Stomach muscles contracted.� Breath was caught and then released in sighs, hisses or little mewling cries.� The little girl could never hide what she was experiencing from an expert like Bob Brown.� He was a man who loved his work, and did it well.�

Holly was making no attempt to conceal what she was feeling, she was a wiggling, bucking, verbal little girl and she let the world know when her orgasm was upon her.� She cried out.� She had her eyes closed, but she saw shooting stars and flashing lights on the inside of her lids, along with that great flood of fire like heat that came from her sex, and spread upward through her body.� �Ah!� Ah!� Ah,� she cried out and then her whole body relaxed.�

Bob Brown had no doubts at all about it, he had done his part, and had sharp little heel indents in his back, and a slightly sore ear from Holly's orgasmic pulling.� He had a taste of a good flow of Holly's sex juices too.�

Bob pulled back from the girl and let her rest on the couch while he washed his face and hands.� Then he sat and stroked her hair until she focused her eyes on him again.� �Okay, Holly, you will have a lot of time down there, so start off slow.� Lie on your back, knees wide open, facing the boxes.� Start off slow, because you have a lot of time.� You remember the music we played for your first act with Jamal? Ravel's Bolero?�

�Yes Bob.�

�Okay, put the earphones that are on the pillow into your ears when you lie down.� You will have different music for the first fifteen minutes, then when you are down to your last fifteen minutes, that song will come on, and as the song goes on and gets more dramatic and louder, I want you to concentrate on getting more and more excited until when you hear the chorus start, you finish.� The music should help excite you as it did last time.�

�Yes, Bob.� I understand.�

�Then let's go.�� Bob handed her the robe he had picked up, and a hairbrush.�

Holly put on the robe, then went to the mirror and fixed her hair.� It had gotten kind of mussed as she struggled to reach her orgasm.� Then they headed down for the stage.

There was only a couple minutes to wait after she arranged herself on the wide lounge on the stage, head on the pillow toward the center, legs spread wide facing the edge, knees up and splayed open, facing her audience.� Then the spots came on her and the stage began to rotate slowly.

Holly began to stroke her body, slowly, erotically, but avoiding her genital area for the first few rounds.� The music was slow and languid, as was Holly's movements.� She started to think.

Who would she want to have with her, stroking her just exactly as she was stroking herself?� Jamal again?� No, too young to know how.� Bob?� No, he was her boss, not her lover.� Harry?� Yes, Harry would be good.� Then the truth hit her like a blow to her stomach.� Daddy!� Yes, Daddy.� She had drifted off to sleep last night thinking of the one man she truly loved caressing and loving her.� Yes, Daddy would be the man with her tonight.

�Oh, Daddy!� Holly murmured as she stroked her legs up toward her genitals.� Now the reason for the earphone feed to Holly became apparent.� The audience got an entirely different feed.� The little girl on the couch thought the music in her ears was covering the sound of her gasps and sighs and moans and cries, but actually it caused her to speak out louder.� The audience heard her every breath, every gasp, every sound she made; picked up by a little mike, amplified, and fed to every booth.� �Oh, Daddy!� I love you so!�� The last was spoken as Holly rubbed a hand over each little breast.�

The men sat up.� This was going to be a good one!� The little Daddy lovers were always the best ones.

As her hands moved slowly over her body, Holly�s eyes were meeting those of the audience, and she smiled at them, but her thoughts were turned inward, to the scene being played out in her mind.� Daddy and her on her bed, Daddy caressing her naked body all over, just the way he would occasionally affectionately rub her arm or back.� Her touches now, the ones she imagined her Daddy making, were starting to go way past affectionate Daddy pets now.

Holly moaned and rubbed a finger up through her slit where her throbbing clit awaited. �Oh, yesss, Daddy!� Oh!� Oh!�� Her hand coursed back and forth through her slit.� Her knees closed and opened wide as the thrill of her fingers rubbing that erotic spot flashed through her body.�

The men could plainly see her darker clit, engorged with blood standing out in her wide open pink cleft.� Several of the men licked their lips and swallowed hard.� Such an enticing sight for the more orally inclined of these girl lovers.� The others were straining their eyes for a glimpse into that vaginal opening as her hips shifted back and forth.� Was she a virgin?

With a conscious effort, Holly pulled her hands away from her pussy, and went back to all the other parts of her body.� The slow music was still playing, and she didn't want to peak too soon.� But oh, that clit was begging for attention.

The little girl lying in her wide-spread position, as if waiting for or even inviting a man's penetration, now excited all the little girl lovers.� All cocks had been slipped out of pants now, and being stroked in the privacy of the booths.� Not all the onlookers were men today.� Two of the booths held women, who watched as avidly as the men, and licked their lips, and fingered gripping pussies.� Not only Holly's female scent wafted through the air of the room before the ventilating system took care of it.

In her earphones, the music changed, giving Holly the go ahead to slowly work herself up to her orgasm.� She began to limit her stroking to her more personal areas, the outside lips of her pussy, the tops of her thighs, the insides of her thighs, and her chest, her hands lingering on her small erect nipples.� Her cries of, �Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy,� and her gasps grew louder and closer together as her stroking fingers caressed her clit.� Holly was beginning to feel the glow.� Her eyes still faced the audience, but she no longer saw them, her stare was blank, turned inward.� She was seeing her Daddy bending over her.� His body was vague, hazy from his chest to his thighs.� She had not seen that part for so long that she could not remember when it wasn't covered by a towel, a bathing suit or underwear.� But she had seen enough man genitals in the past week that she could imagine what that part of her daddy looked like.� She could see it in her mind�s eye, getting bigger, getting harder, just for her...

The men and women were stroking themselves now, as Holly was stroking herself.� Up her cleft, around her clit, touching all of her most sensitive spots on each double handed stroke.� Then the choir's voices joined in, over the sound of all the instruments, and Holly knew it was time.� In her mind her Daddy mounted her and thrust his rampant manhood into her, and she went into her twisting, bucking, writhing climax, and cried out �Daddy!� Oh, yes, Daddy!� Fuck me, Daddy!�� The cymbals crashed and the bass drums sounded, the bombs went off, and the music was done, and so was Holly.� She lay there spent on the couch, until the voice of Bob Brown came into the ear phones...

�Holly!� Sit up, your audience is giving you a standing ovation. Sit up, Holly!�

Holly sat up, and for two rounds, she waved weakly to the crowd, then the spots cut off and the stage stopped by the exit, and Holly was escorted off the stage and into her robe.

Back up in Bob Brown�s office, Holly was almost dressed when Bob came in with her tips.� Bob said, �You did very well for yourself, Holly.� You have three hundred twenty five dollars in tips, and two hundred in pay for your afternoon's work.� I'm going to make it three fifty in tips.� Do you want to take all of it home?��

Holly thought a minute.� She had a lot of cash at home.� �Thank you, Bob.� I'll just take fifty dollars, and save the rest.��

�Good girl, you have a lot of money in savings.�� He showed her the little book.� �Thirteen hundred, and five hundred going in today.��

She was rich!� Holly ran and skipped all the way home.� When she hugged her Daddy, she was blushing when she thought about her performance that afternoon.� But most of the blush was caused by the sexual flush that started at her nipples, and spread up her chest and shoulders and neck.� The show that she put on this afternoon wasn't just a show.� Every since she had found out about sex she had known what that feeling she felt for her father was.� She wanted his love in that way, wrong or not.

But the demands of her family came first as usual since she had taken over the household from her deceased mother.� Dinner to finish, then the meal, then the dishes and her and her sisters house work, and then after the other two had went to bed, she was able to relax in the chair with Daddy.�

Daddy made room for her to slide into the big chair beside him.� Tonight he noticed that Holly had cleaned up and put on a nightgown before slipping into the chair.� Since he still had his smelly work clothes on, he left her with the early news, and went to shower.� He got clean underwear out of his drawer, and his pajama bottoms, and got dressed for bed as he often did in the evening.�

When Daddy came back, he didn't notice anything different about Holly.� But there was a change.� The panties she had been wearing were now tucked down into the side of the seat underneath her.� So it wasn't until Holly leaned over him to kiss him and he slipped an arm around her waist to pat her flank and thigh, as he often did, that he felt the absence of any underwear on his daughter.� He felt the stirring as blood started to rush into his penis.� His hand slipped up to clutch her butt cheek and pull her in to him for another longer, deeper kiss.

The little girl was ready for her Daddy's response to her kiss.� One hand went behind his neck to hold him close, the other dropped to brush over his chest and follow the line of thick, heavy hair down his stomach.� The hand slipped under his waist bands of pajama and underpants as his stomach pulled in for her, and down over his thick pubic hair.�� She clutched the shaft that now exploded into hardness.� As she squeezed it, the cock pulsed in her hand.

�I shouldn't be doing this,� Phil thought.� �This is my precious oldest daughter.�� But it was too late.� Holly was stroking him to a full erection with experienced fingers.� She reminded him so much of his late wife.� He had ached for her touch lately.� His libido had only recently reawakened but he was afraid to approach any mature women, although his brain seemed to be recovering from its injury.� He gave in to his desire and began to stroke and caress his daughter through her gown.

As for Holly, she had pulled back from the kiss, and with both hands, she struggled to get the front of Daddy's pajamas and undershorts down enough to free his erect cock.� She thought it felt like a really nice one, and now she couldn't wait to see it.

Phil decided he better help her so he removed his two hands that were squeezing her little rear, and lifting himself up, he pulled both pajamas and undershorts down to his thighs.�

Holly started to work them on down over his knees.

�Wait, Holly!� If one of the girls comes out...�

�Okay, Daddy.�� Holly pulled the pants back up and then straddled her Daddy's legs facing him, and looked behind her to see that her gown covered the bare part of his legs.� Now she was facing Daddy, so she could lean forward and kiss him and his cock was sticking up right between her legs where she could touch and stroke it easily.� �Now I'm just sitting on your lap, Daddy.�

Phil had to feel that smooth little body in places that he had made off limits to himself the past year, as his desire for his daughter awoke.� He pulled the nightgown hem up her legs to expose them all the way to her waist in front, and ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs from knees to her hips.� Then he went to the insides of her thighs, and did not stop until he had traced her cleft up to where her erect, excited clit was standing out.� A moan escaped them both as he touched it with avid fingers.

�Aah!�� Holly had a little orgasm as soon as Daddy touched her clit.� She held his arms for support.�

Daddy ran his hands up her tummy and tried to go up under her gown, it was too tight.� Frustrated, he started to gather the material up in his hands, to strip it off of her.

Sensing his intention, Holly lifted her hands to the back of her neck and unfastened the three buttons there.� As she helped Daddy pull the gown off over her head, Holly started to giggle.� �Daddy! The girls...�

We won't repeat here what Daddy said.� Now that he had his daughter all naked, Phil stroked her whole body, just as Holly had imagined it in her show that afternoon.� He cupped her tiny breasts, which he had seen hints of in her T-shirts and under shirts, but had never felt since they had started to grow.� He leaned forward and kissed them, and caressed them with his tongue.� Holly clutched his head to her breast while he kissed and licked her boobs.� Then she pushed him back in his chair.

Walking over her nearly prone father on her knees, Holly positioned herself over his erect cock.� Holding it upright in one little fist, Holly rubbed the tip through her slick wetness and then lined the tip up with her vagina as she slowly lowered herself down upon it.

Her father was taken back fifteen years into the past by that sensation of young girl pussy enclosing his erection in tight hot wetness.� Holly's mother at sixteen had felt the same the first time they had �gone all the way.�� The memory came and went in a flash.� The girl started to move, and the sensation wiped out all thought from the man's mind.� �Aah!� God!� That's so good!� he cried out.

�Mmmm!�� Holly moaned in answer.� Both of them had forgotten about her sisters, who were deep in sleep in the bedroom.� The TV drowned out Phil and Holly's murmurs and the girls were used to sleeping through its noise.� Daddy was holding her with big hands on her slim waist now, and she held his arms between wrist and elbow for support as she moved back and forth on him as he humped himself up into her faster and faster.

Phil made a valiant effort to stay with his daughter, but his long period of sexual abstinence had taken its toll on his ability to control himself.� Like a raw adolescent, he reached his peak way too soon, and came long before he or Holly were ready for that to happen.� As he prematurely ejaculated semen into his daughter he grunted and moaned in frustration, moans echoed by his daughter who felt his tool lose its hardness within her.� This was not what she had imagined.� She sat up as he slipped out of her, and then jumped up and holding the better part of his cum in herself with both hands, she ran for the bathroom.�

When she came out, Daddy had picked up the living room and turned off the TV.� She started for the chair to pick up her gown and panties, and he came over to her before she could don them, and picked up daughter, gown and panties, and carried them all into his bedroom.��� Holly's heart began to beat faster.� The evening wasn't over after all.

Daddy put her down on his bed and shut the door.� Then he slipped out of his pajama pants and underwear and crawled into bed beside her.� He pulled his daughter into his arms and began to rain kisses over her face.� Holly reached for his cock, but he stopped her.� �No,� he said, �let me do this.�

The little girl complied with his wishes, and returned her hands to his chest and back, and as he caressed her body, she caressed his, but she avoided his penis.

They kissed two lingering kisses, then Phil slid down his daughter's body, and nudging her legs open and apart, crawled between them.� Holly felt his lips and tongue on her privates and moaned and sighed in anticipation.�

She was not disappointed.� �Where did Daddy learn to do that?� she wondered.� His darting tongue and sucking lips took her right to the brink, and kept her there, crying little cries of desire and supplication.� But he did not take her over the top.� His lips lingered there for a short time that seemed like an eternity to her, then moved over her mound and up to kiss each little breast as his body moved up to cover her.

Daddy kissed her chin, then her lips, with darting tongue.� He kissed her forehead.� Then she felt it!� A hard presence poking into her cleft.� Daddy was back!� She reached both hands down between their bodies, and Daddy didn't stop her this time.� She clutched the shaft and rubbed the head into her crack with a two handed grip, coating the head with her juices, and opening up the cleft to expose her vagina.�

The head was guided into the waiting hole as Daddy moved forward and down into her waiting sleeve.� He bottomed out with a grunt of satisfaction.� Holly got her hands out of there and clasped them around her Daddy's back. With his cock deep in her body, Daddy's chin was just above her hairline.� He could bend his head down a little and kiss her.� He started a slow stroke into her, determined to keep things under control this time.

Holly loved the feel of her daddy's coarse pubic and belly hair tickling the skin of her mound and lower belly as her daddy moved on her, thrusting into her and pulling back.� She soon was striving to reach her peak again, but more in sync with Daddy's movements this time.� She reached a peak, and let him know and he increased his efforts.� This time they lasted almost fifteen minutes, leading each other to new delights and then both exploded into orgasmic contortions and Holly moaned out her orgasm as Daddy grunted out his.�� They lay there, still coupled and exhausted by their efforts.

Finally Phil was able to rouse himself enough to reach under his pillow and bring out a towel which he used to wipe himself and Holly down, and then they lay there side by side together and dozed off.

At about two in the morning Holly awoke because she missed her gown, so she got up and collected her gown and panties and retired to her own bed.� So no one was any the wiser about her and her daddy's little love tryst.