'Are you going out with your friends?'
She shook her head. 'Turner called this morning but I told him I was busy.'
'You shouldn't have done that. I don't expect you to give up your social life just because I'm here.' He blew smoke and stared at her.
She blushed, and she looked very pretty. 'I wanted to. I mean, I thought maybe you'd like to go somewhere or do something. Sally's going to be around too.'
He glanced toward the door. 'Where'd she go?'
'She helps dad get his stuff together. She'll be back. Why don't we sit out on the patio? You can bring your coffee if you like.'
'Sure, why not?' He picked up his cup and followed her out to the patio at the rear of the house.
Sally closed the den door and snapped the lock. Her father smiled at her as he settled onto the leather couch along a book-lined wall.
'You look very nice this morning, my dear.'
'Thanks, dad. You got in late. I guess I fell asleep. I tried to wait up for you.'
'It doesn't matter. I was very tired.' He sighed. 'It was a particularly trying day at the office. That Clayborn deal-''He shook his head. 'No matter, that's of no importance now. Come here.'
She moved to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him, smiling and unzipping his slacks and pulling them down over his hips as he helped' her. She unsnapped his boxer shorts, pulled them aside and looked down at the nest of dark hair, shot well with gray, over his genitals. 'Lieback,' she told him.
He moved like an obedient child, falling back against the cool leather and closing his eyes, staring at her through narrow slits. She picked up a small yellow pillow and pushed it under his head. He smiled and stroked her amber hair.
'You're a delightful child, Sally.'
'Ssshh, relax.'
She bent to his body, lifting the flaccid penis from its nest and stroking it gently. She tugged at the loose foreskin, opening the drawstring of the end and forcing the tip of his cockhead to bud out. She bent farther and caressed the silky head with her lips. The old man sighed. She darted her tongue over the cock, teasing and tempting it. The organ struggled, wanting to come alive for her. She took it between her lips and chewed at it gently, tongue darting and probing all the while. Then she closed her mouth around the wrinkled old tool, sucking it lovingly and drawing it out. The cock began to harden, slightly but surely. Sally smiled and sucked at it harder.
She cupped her hand under his balls and massaged them carefully. The hard, unseen nuts were tiny, withered with age. Yet his body excited her and she liked to play with him and bring him back to some shadow of the man he must have been in his youth.
She thought about the first time with him. It was after she'd fucked a couple of the kids at school and found them sadly lacking, all fumbling hands and quick comes that left her angry and unsatisfied. She'd been in her room, and thinking herself alone in the house had not made sure the door was closed tight. She'd undressed and was standing in front of the big mirror, studying her body and wondering what it would feel like to be totally satisfied, to experience orgasm the way she knew it could be experienced. She fondled her breasts, squeezing and lifting the small mounds of flesh that had just begun to develop. Then she touched her pubic mound, raking her fingertips through the thin haze of hair that was also part of her approaching womanhood. She spread her legs, felt between them, bent so she could study her private parts in the glass. She found the tiny trigger of her clitoris and excited herself until she was panting and moaning softly. She wanted to come, she wanted to feel the thrill of true orgasm. The sex play she'd indulged in with the fumbling teenagers had only whetted her appetite. She wanted a feast of love, and she knew her body was ready for it-if only a teacher would come along.
She heard the small, strangled sound from the doorway and turned to find her father staring at her. He was leaning against the door jamb, his face tight, his mouth open. His breath was heavy and labored. The front of his slacks bulged at the juncture of his thighs.
Sally stared in fascination, realizing instantly that he'd been watching her and it had made him horny. His cock was hard, jutting against the cloth that j trapped it. Even now, he couldn't take his eyes off her nude body, and he couldn't hide the desire in his eyes.
They stood looking at each other for several minutes, neither quite knowing how to bridge the gap of silence and both knowing that the incident could not end there. Then Sally moved toward him, holding her hand out and taking his to draw him into the room. She shut the door carefully, slid the lock. Then she began to undress him.
He shook his head, startled but still hypnotized by her loveliness. He didn't try to stop her.
She slipped his shirt off, draped it over a chair, She looked at the gray hair on his chest, still shot with dark so it was easy to see that he had been a very attractive man once. She dropped his slacks, then his boxer shorts. The cock had not receded, and it came out of captivity with a bound, aiming toward her as though pointing the way. She lowered him to sit on the bed, knelt before him to skim off the garments that were tangled around his feet. Pushing them aside, she turned back to him, her face at his knees, her eyes at his crotch. The cock was upward bound, straining and gaining full erection now. She watched it in fascination. She could see the silky smooth head, the coarser skin of the shaft pulled back to expose the glossy ridge and bulging column beneath. A tiny bead of moisture was forming at the small crevice at the crest of the prick. Beneath the lovely shaft twin sacs with corrugated skin and thin haze of hair lay like two balls. She had never examined male genitals before. The boys she knew were too much in a hurry to shove their pricks into her and shoot their loads. Now she touched out to her father, caressing his leg, working her hand to his more intimate regions. She was trembling, but not with fear. She knew he would not stop her now, and she knew that she would learn what she had been yearning for. She would come, she knew.
She touched him, instinctively moved her mouth to his prick and heard his sigh of pleasure. Then he had her head between his hands, instructing, guiding, letting her bring his cock to its prime. He had forgotten long ago what it felt like to be totally excited and lusting for a woman. He and his wife had drifted apart as most couples do, and he'd never found the time or inclination to chase after others. He'd thought about it several times but somehow never put his thoughts into action. Until now. His own daughter had him so fucking hot he thought his old balls would break'. All the passion and need of his youth surged back, not lost pr withered as he feared, but hi full strength waiting for release.
The child glanced up at him, her lips flecked with spit, her eyes-glassy. 'Please… ' She barely whispered the word but it was urgent.
He lifted her to the bed, lay beside her, touching, teaching, and finally bringing her to a fever pitch to match his own. Their coupling had been gentle but all fire. His cock rode up into her heavenly tunnel, wrapped in white heat, merging with hers. Then he was fucking her, and the years slipped away. He was young, powerful, lusty. And she was his.
Sally's orgasm had been thrilling and hot. It surpassed even her wild dreams of what it would be like. Afterwards, she lay limp and satisfied, hugging her father's warm naked body to her own, wanting never to let him go. She was a woman at last.
Ever since that day, Sally and her father had been together often, sometimes in her bedroom or his after the rest of the household was asleep, sometimes here in the den before he left for the office. It was always good, and they both looked forward to it, and neither ever mentioned it to anyone.
Now, she was bringing his prick up, loving it with her tongue and teeth, skinning the loose foreskin back to expose the soft head. She was mouthing the cock, licking it and tracing erotic patterns along its length, feeling the throb of the long vein that wiggled up the side of the column. The head popped from the sheath of skin, growing turgid and shining with her saliva. She poked her tongue at the slit, tasting his first drop of preseminal fluid and moaning with delight.
Larry's hands were at the ties of her halter. Thank God for the near nudity the young girls paraded around in these days. He had it off, and she was rubbing her firm full young tits on his thighs, driving him crazy. He could feel the hard nipples scrape in his leg hair. Her hands were at his balls, coaxing them to ready a load of come for her. He reached down, trying to get his hand between her legs. She moved obligingly, raising herself so he
could reach her cunt. Then his hand was in her fingering the wet hot folds of passionate flesh between her legs. She was moving her body, urging his hand into her depths. God, she was a lovely child, and a passionate
