PR1: Thursday, September 28, 1978

My Dick and Dennie

Dennie had just turned 8 when her mother, Fran, and I got together. She had been spending several weeks with her father when Fran and I first fucked. We had been Platonic friends and co-workers at the Karankawa County Chronicle for three years before we started dating. It wasn't really like dating. It was more like buddies getting together for drinks or lunch. After that first fantastic fuck, I never left. We spent our first weekend in a two-person orgy. We just couldn't get enough of each other.

Fran and I had been together for nearly two weeks when Dennie returned home. The next morning she walked into the bathroom where I was shaving in the nude. Fran put a hand on each shoulder, turned Dennie around to steer her out.

"I'm used to being nude when I'm home," I said. "If that's alright."

Fran shrugged her shoulders and let Dennie go, and Dennie immediately turned back around and stood less than two feet from me, staring at my semi-erect cock, fascinated.

"It's not polite to stare," I chuckled, turning away from her to finish shaving.

At the time, Fran and Dennie lived on the mainland in a mobile home, about 20 miles out of Port Auryville in a semi-rural community. Fran's husband liked country living, and Fran went along with his wishes. Dennie's bedroom was at south end of the trailer, and the master bedroom was on the north end, with the living room, dining room/kitchen in between. There was a 3'x3' foyer at the bedroom entrance, meaning that we couldn't see the door from the bed, and I thought I saw movement in the foyer a couple of times when we were fucking, but I never actually caught Dennie watching. The thought of an 8-year-old girl sneaking in to watch was an incredible turn-on and I got a little more vocal, which turned Fran on, and she became more vocal.

I'm a city boy. I like being where the action is, and I didn't like the 20 to 30 minute commute to work. Fran had already decided to let her ex have everything in the divorce. She just wanted out of the miserable marriage. We leased an old Victorian house in the city, a five minute walk to down town. Dennie quickly made friends and had them over frequently, so I wore a smoking jacket most of the time. It was emerald green satin mid thigh length smoking jacket with black velveteen shawl collar and cuffs. The sash easily slipped loose, and was always coming undone. I left it open when we had no visitors.

The two story house, built in 1898, had 12 foot high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and transoms over the doors to take advantage of the gulf breeze. There were porches on both floors. Our bedrooms were on the second floor with a door adjoining the two rooms. Since there were no built in closets, I constructed shelves and a desk on Dennie's wall. Later, Dennie discovered that she could use the shelves as a ladder and spy on Mommy and Daddy through the transom.

The first through the transom viewing happened shortly after we moved in. I could detect a vague silhouette, and was going to tell Fran, who was on the verge of an orgasm at the time. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Oh God, don't stop now. Fuck me! Fuuck mee!"

After we finished fucking, I said, "Dennie was watching us through the transom."

"Why didn't you stop? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried. But you said, 'Don't stop!' So I didn't stop."

"You pervert," she giggled. "You really got off to fucking me while my innocent little 8-year-old daughter watched."

"Guilty as charged," I said in mock contrition. "I guess that I could put curtains over the transom."

"It's a little late for that. She's already seen us fucking," Fran paused, suppressed a grin and added, "I don't think it's the first time."

"Oh?"

"There were a couple of times in the trailer that I thought I saw her peeking in on us."

"And you didn't say anything?"

"Well...you know...I wasn't really certain ...and ...uh ..."

"And maybe you liked having an audience?"

Fran blushed brightly and giggled, "Maybe."

I chuckled, "It looks like I'm not the only exhibitionist in the house."

The next night (a school night) I decided to go to bed early. Fran and I were sitting on the couch, watching some dumb show on television while Dennie bathed. As soon as the bathroom door closed, I was slowly stroking my cock. "Why don't we go to bed when Dennie goes to her room?" I asked.

"You're a dirty old man," Fran chuckled.

"I'm only thinking about our daughter's well-being. She can't learn in school if she's tired from a lack of sleep," I said. "You know that she's going to wait up for us to go to bed and see if she can watch us fucking. If we do it early, she'll get plenty of sleep and wake up completely rested and ready to learn."

"Well," Fran grinned. "If it's in the best interest of our child's health and education..."

"It is! It is!"

I quit stroking my cock when I heard the bathroom door hinges squeaking.

Dennie entered the room wearing her usual night time attire, a tee shirt and panties. She immediately went to Fran, looking at my rock hard erection as she passed. She gave Fran a goodnight kiss. "G'night, Mom." Then She came over to me, staring at my dick, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "G'night, Daddy."

"Sweet dreams, Kid."

Dennie started to walk away, then turned around. "Daddy, can Kimberly and Veronica sleep over Friday night? Their Mom and Dad are going somewhere for something or the other and will have the babysitter watch them. The babysitter is mean and won't let them do anything. She watches the TV shows that she wants to watch, and makes them go to bed early, like it's a school night, and..."

"Ask the boss," I said.

"Mommy, please," she begged, not diverting her eyes from my hard-on.

"Okay," Fran laughed. "I have to work late Friday night. I probably won't be home until midnight or one o'clock."

"Why do you have to work so late?" Dennie asked. Now, she was just trying to keep a conversation going.

"High School football scores and stats," She moaned. And I have to put some finishing touches on a special edition that's coming out Sunday."

"What kind of special edition?" Denise asked, still looking at my cock.

I made my cock twitch. Dennie made a little gasp and looked up at me. I grinned and made it twitch again. "Go on to bed," I said. "You're just babbling now to postpone bedtime."

"No," Dennie objected defensively. "I'm interested. Maybe I'll be a newspaper reporter too when I grow up."

"Then we can discuss it in detail tomorrow, after school. Now, go to bed."

She made a disgruntled grunt and trudged off to her bedroom.

"I think I'm going to turn in early myself," I said, standing and following my daughter to the stairs.

"Me too," Fran said. "I'll be up in a few minutes."

Denise giggled and rushed up the stairs to her room. I was near the top of the stairs when Dennie's door closed. My right hand immediately grasped my throbbing cock and slowly stroked it.

I was a step away from my bedroom door when I heard Dennie's door open. I turned, still holding my cock to face my daughter.

"Uh...Daddy?...I was wondering if...maybe we could...uh... order a pizza when Kim and Ronnie sleep over?" She asked, obviously talking just for a reason to look at her father's penis.

"We always order pizza when they sleep over," I said, still holding my dick.

"Yes sir. I know. I just wanted to make sure we were going to do it again," she said, prolonging the conversation. "And, I was wondering if...uh..." I began slowly, slowly moving my hand along the length of my cock.

Denise looked up at my face. I smiled at her and stroked my cock. "You were wondering what?"

She thought for a moment. "Oh yeah. Can you take us to the mall Saturday afternoon?"

"No problem."

"Love ya, Daddy," Standing on toe tips an stretching upward for a kiss.

"I love you, Kid," I replied, touching my lips to hers. It wasn't our normal little quickie lip smack. It wasn't quick, but it wasn't lingering either. It was maybe a second longer than usual. But that made it twice as long as normal. I continued stroking. "Now, get on to bed."

Fran reached the top of the stairs as Dennie's door closed, and quickly ushered me into our bedroom. "Were you jacking off in front of our daughter," Fran whispered as she turned the radio on.

I told her what had transpired. "She closed her door, and I started stroking. I didn't expect her to open the door again. She caught me with my cock in my hand. I just kind of froze for a moment. I mean, she already saw me holding it. It didn't make much sense to let it go," I said, and waited for Fran to say something.

"Go on."

"At some point, I unconsciously started moving my hand slowly - very slowly - up and down the shaft. It wasn't like I suddenly decided to jack off in front of my daughter. I didn't decide to do it. I suddenly realized that I was doing it."

"And, upon that realization, you immediately stopped?"

"Well, not exactly immediately."

"At what point exactly did you stop stroking your hard cock in our daughter's face?"

"I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. She was enjoying it. There was this look of childlike wonder in her eyes."

"Childlike wonder?" Fran chuckled. "It looked more like hunger to me. She wanted to touch it, feel it, hold it, stroke it, suck it. Just like her Mommy." Fran dropped to her knees, and unceremoniously deep-throated all nine pulsating inches.

"Oh, Baby," I moaned, loud enough for Dennie to hear. "That feels so fucking good. You are, without a doubt, the finest fellationist in the known Universe."

Fran withdrew my cock from her mouth long enough say, "Fellationist. That's an awful fancy title for Cock Sucker."

"You deserve a fancy title. You are the Consummate Artist in the Fine Art of Fellatio. The consummate cocksucker," I said. "God, I love the way you love sucking cocks...Oh yeah, Baby, that's it. Suck it. Suck my cock." I glanced up at the transom, and saw the vague silhouette of Dennie's head.

Fran looked up at me questioningly and darted her eyes in the direction of the adjoining door. I grinned and nodded my head. "I'm gonna cum," I said, withdrawing from Fran's throat, taking my cock in my right hand, and jerking it, pumping ropes of white cum all over her face and tits. I thought I heard a little gasp come from the transom. I lifted Fran up from the floor and kissed her passionately, feeling her semen coated tits sliding against my chest. "I'm going to eat your pussy until you cum on my tongue, then I'm going to fuck your hot juicy pussy until you cum again, then I'm going to eat my cum out of your cunt until you cum again and again."

I kissed, licked and sucked her boobs on the way down, tasting my own seminal fluid. By the time I made it down to her pussy, her clit was sticking out, stiff and hard, like a miniature penis.

"Oh God," Fran moaned. "I love the way you love to eat pussies."

I finger-fucked her cunt while teasing, licking and sucking her clit.

"Oh, yeah," Fran said. "That's so fucking good. Eat me! Eat my pussy!"

I tongue-fucked her while rubbing her clit with my right forefinger.

"I need your cock. Now! Fuck me. Fuck me!"

I got on my knees, between her legs and rubbed my cockhead up and down her well-lubricated slit, for a moment, before plunging it in to the hilt. Her hands grasped my ass cheeks and pulled me into her. Fran's pussy muscles squeezed my cock. They relax on the way in then squeeze on the way out.

I rolled over onto my back, with Fran straddling me. The streetlight on the corner and several porch lights illuminated the room. Our room was never dark. But it wasn't bright enough to read by since none of the lights shone directly in. The east wall reflected the bluish glow of the mercury vapor street lamp on the corner. Yellow porch lights reflected dimly off of the ceiling. I wondered if Dennie could see my cock as her mother's cunt slid up and down the shaft.

I bucked like a wild bronco and she rode me like a crazed cowgirl. I looked over Fran's shoulder, and could see Dennie's face. Her nose was touching the glass. I grinned at her and she ducked away.

"Ride it, Baby. Ride my cock."

Dennie's silhouette reappeared, and I winked at her. Again, she ducked away, then slowly moved back into view.

"Oh, fuck, Baby, I'm gonna cum!" My ejaculation triggered Fran's orgasm.

"Oh God oh god ogod...Fuuuck!" She gasped.

I held Fran tight while my cock spasmed in her spasming cunt. Then I flipped her over onto her back, and dove into her cum-filled cunt. I licked and sucked and slurped loudly, greedily devouring our sex juices. Fran quickly had another bodyquaking orgasm.

"No more," she whined, pushing my head away. "Please. No more."

We cuddled.

Fran whispered, "I hope Dennie enjoyed the show."

"I know that I enjoyed performing for her."

"I'm such a terrible mother," she giggled. "Getting off to fucking while my 8-year-old daughter watches us."

"She obviously wanted to watch," I said. "She climbed up the shelves so she could see us through the transom."

"Did you ever watch your parents screwing?"

"No," I said. "But it wasn't from a lack of trying. I listened, but they weren't very vocal, and I don't think that they did it more than once a week - maybe not that often. What about you?"

"We lived in a house that had the old fashioned keyholes, like these," she said, pointing toward the door. "We didn't have transoms. They mostly did it under the covers, so I couldn't see much. But there was a young couple who lived in the garage apartment behind us, and they fucked frequently. I would climb up in the oak tree and watch."

"How old were you?"

"Six. Maybe five."

"Shit. I was 10 or 11 when I started trying to spy on my parents."

"I was a precocious kid, like my daughter. I was only a year older than she is now when I started fucking."

"What!?! You were actually fucking when you were nine years old?"

"Me and the twins who lived next door started playing show and tell, and doctor when we were in kindergarten. We were play-fucking when we were six. They'd stick their little dicks between my thighs and hump. Their older brother, I think he was 12 at the time, caught us the day after my ninth birthday. Within a week, he was fucking me."

"He took your cherry?"

"Only in the figurative sense that his was the first cock to penetrate my hot little cunt. I broke my hymen years before with my hairbrush handle. It really didn't even hurt that much. A quick little sting, no worse than a mosquito bite, and it was over with. And, like a mosquito bite, it left an itch that persists to this day."

"Damn," I sighed. "I was nearly 18-years-old when I finally got laid. And I had to pay five bucks for it. A black prostitute in a Postoffice Street whorehouse in Galveston."

"That's hard to believe, with your reputation as a rounder."

"I was painfully shy and awkward around girls when I was a kid. I lost my shyness in the Navy. My sex life improved when I returned to civilian life, mostly with attention-starved housewives."

"You never played doctor, or anything like that?"

"My cousin Annette. She lived on a farm in northern Louisiana, and was five years younger than me. I think that she was five when she followed me into the woods and watched me pee. Then she let me watch her pee. After that, we played with each other's things whenever we had the opportunity, which wasn't really all that often. My family visited the farm at least twice a year. Annette and I didn't get an opportunity every visit. She quit fooling around when she was 12."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Poor boy," she sighed.

"I've made up for lost time since my 21st birthday, when a 33-year-old divorcee seduced me. Before that, I depended on prostitutes and homosexuals to take care of my needs."

"I couldn't afford stateside prostitutes. I fucked prostitutes in Brazil, Chile, Peru, Mexico, the Philippines, Japan, and Hong Kong. I was a queer magnet. They loved me. I could get a blow job or a butt to fuck whenever I wanted."

"No more little girls after Annette?"

"No!"

"I've seen you looking at Dennie and Kimberly and Veronica and other little cuties," She chuckled. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"There's no law against looking and thinking," I said defensively.

"And there's no law against talking about it and and fantasizing about it either."

"No. There isn't."

"Did you love jacking off in front of my daughter?"

"OUR daughter. I'm Daddy," I said. "It wasn't really jacking off. It was just stroking...No, not stroking; caressing. I was gently caressing my cock while conversing with our daughter."

"How long do you think it'll be before you're jacking off and cummin' all over the place while she watches?"

"I don't think that'll happen...any time soon."

"But you want it to happen. Don't you?"

"Well...yeah, I guess so,"

"You know so," she laughed. "Come on. Be fucking honest. With me and with yourself."

"Honestly? I want to eat her hairless little pussy until she can't stand it any more. I want to kiss her all over and over again."

"You don't want to fuck my daughter?"

"No. I mean, it's not that I don't want to. It's that I can't imagine trying to force my cock into my daughter's pretty little pussy. It's way too big."

"Of course it is. You'd have to build up to it - eating her pussy, tongue fucking, finger fucking, teaching her how to use a dildo..."

"You really want me to fuck Denise?"

"Yes, Baby, I want you to fuck my only daughter."

"Oh my god," I breathed.

"And I want instant progress reports," she said. "Like today: you've never exposed your erection to Dennie. She's seen them before. But you've never sat and exhibited your hard cock like that before. It was so hot to see you staring at my daughter while she stared at your humongous hard-on. God, I nearly came when I saw you stroking your cock, practically in our 8-year-old daughter's face. And, the expression on her face; a incredibly erotic mixture of childlike fascination and carnal hunger."

"Progress reports?"

"Written progress reports," She said. "Write it as soon as possible after any progress has been made in the seduction of our daughter."

"The Seduction of Our Daughter," I repeated. "That sounds so ... so ... depraved ... in the delightful sense, of course. Delightfully and Deliciously Depraved. Delightfully Delicious Depravity."

"Write your first report now," Fran said. "Not only what happened, but how you felt, what you thought while it was happening. While you were just sitting there with your hard cock standing at full attention, and Dennie gazing at it. Making it twitch for her. Then stroking your cock right in front of her while talking to her."

I went directly to my desk, slipped a fresh sheet of copy paper into platen of my trusty circa 1920 L.C. Smith No. 2 typewriter, and wrote the beginning of this story. Stay tuned for further Progress Reports.