us all sorts of shit.”
'Your language is terrible,' Gabby noted as she slipped between the sheets.
'I'm sorry,' Patty apologized. Yawning, she switched out the light and slid into bed. 'Daddy asked me to keep my side clean, but I keep forgetting. I'll try to do better.”
That, Gabby mused in the silent darkness, was what was amazing. Daddy asked Patty to do something, and she really tried to do it. She wasn't perfect, yet, but there wasn't any more stinking laundry under the bed, and she hadn't short-sheeted a bed in days. Gabby fingered her itchy nipples, made them even itchier. She lay there stiff with tension and waited for Patty to go to sleep. She fought the urge to finger her pussy, too. If she did it, it would make her horniness unbearable, and if she did it too much she might cum, which would spoil it for later with Daddy.
She wasn't quite sure when she had decided that she had to have Daddy again, tonight. Maybe when she thought of Daddy screwing with that sexpot secretary of his.
Thinking about it made Gabby's pussy sizzle with hunger. Burned into her mind was the memory of what his beautiful dork looked like, and felt like. Visualizing that hot tower plunging into a pussy other than her own made her steam. And when she thought of it cramming into her own hole, the steam turned to little flames and licked up through her.
Impatiently, Gabby steadied her breathing to a deep, even rhythm, and hoped Patty would think she was asleep. Gabby listened hard to Patty's breathing, waited for her to start her soft snoring. Gabby fingered her pussy very, very delicately, kept her horniness high as she listened.
From somewhere in the house came the sound of a door closing. Probably Daddy going to bed after the news. Micaela had taken a long bath-and most of the hot water-and bedded down early.
Gabby's chest was starting to hurt from breathing so steadily. And she was listening so hard there was a ringing in her ears. Finally she detected it, the soft sucking sound of Patty's snores, and the gentle slurping noise she made when she sucked her thumb in her sleep. It always reminded Gabby of how young her baby sister was. For a moment, Gabby felt a twinge at what she was going to do. It seemed, somehow, an affront to Patty's youthful innocence. Gabby was sure Patty was innocent. She had stopped being a cock-tease. Obviously, Daddy had finally clued her in on what she had been doing so inadvertently.
Silently, Gabby eased the sheet and blanket down, uncovering her slender nude body. The touch of the night against her bare flesh sent a shiver of lust through her. Just the thought of being naked with Daddy got her all excited.
When there was no change in Patty's breathing, Gabby looked over at her sister's bed. Patty was on her side, facing the wall. Just her tousled blonde hair was visible above the covers. The sucking noise had faded.
Gabby eased her foot out of the bed and onto the floor. With a dancer's smooth grace, she slid to her feet and paused and held her breath. Reassured by the silence, she tiptoed sure-footedly toward the door. Bright moonlight filtered through the drawn curtains.
The latch creaked ever so slightly as she turned the knob. A yellow sliver of light speared in from the night light in the hallway. Opening the door just wide enough to slip through, Gabby slithered out into the hall. Her nipples burned when they brushed the cold, hard edge of the door. Then, rather than risk the latch clacking and waking Patty, Gabby left the door slightly ajar.
As silently as a ghost, her insides churning, she took the two steps to his door. She was glad she had forgotten to take off the gold chain and pendant she always wore around her neck. It made her feel more naked to have one thing on. Her ponytail swayed, brushing her back between her shoulder blades. She paused, cocked her head, listened at her father's door.
Her heart thumping with excitement, she reached out and grasped the doorknob. The spring creaked softly as she turned the latch. She eased the door open very slowly. She had been holding her breath so long her chest ached.
He was asleep, snoring quietly. She eased the door open all the way and went in. Silently, she closed it behind herself.
Her cunt squirmed as she gazed across the room at him. The curtains were open. A flood of light from the moon spilled over the double bed. It was a warm night. He had only the sheet over him. It was pulled up to his waist. His strong chest, with its curling mat of black hair, was bared to the night air from the window.
He didn't move as Gabby crossed the room toward him. Her gut was twisting with love and lust. She stood over him for a moment. The moonlight hit one of her gentle breasts, made it gleam silver. Her nipple was a dark peak. Reaching down, she took the sheet and slowly, and carefully, drew it down. Her chest burned with excitement as she bared his flat gut, then the dark bush at the base of his cock-and then his cock! It was hanging droopily over to one side between his powerful thigh and his testicles. The sight of his unaroused tool was enough to make her pussy seep with hunger.
Deliberately tormenting herself by delaying the satisfaction she so badly needed, she drew the sheet completely down and off the end of the bed. Her father lay stretched out like a pagan sacrifice on an altar. His chest was rising and falling evenly. One hand twitched as if feeling for the stolen sheet, then lay still again.
Very slowly and very carefully, Gabby bent over and reached for his limp pecker. The shaft felt like rubber as she tipped it upright. The end tilted off drunkenly to one side. Lowering her head, she breathed on his cock, then took it into her mouth. She felt its warmth and its softness, tasted the sweat and seepings, felt it begin to swell.
She swirled her tongue gently around the head as It began to expand. It pushed upwards into her mouth, stiffened, forced her lips and jaw wider. She circled the head again and again, let it drive slowly toward the back of her mouth as it grew. Her pussy was ablaze with hunger. She stalled it off by slipping two fingers into the clinging, aroused folds of her cunt.
The snoring grew louder and rougher, more uneven. She kept on sucking her sleeping father's cock. She wanted to get him so turned-on that when he did wake up, he would have to take her, plunge his shaft into her until it felt like he was going to split her open.
The snoring broke off, became a cough that made his phallus jerk in her mouth. Then he groaned, and shifted and squirmed restlessly in the moonlight. She savored the hardness of his dork, pressed it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She rubbed its underside, stroked the nerve endings she knew were there. A sudden flood filled her mouth wide with the taste of his arousal, coated her tongue, smothered her in his rich scent.
His hips shifted and rolled in a primitive fucking motion. He muttered something unintelligible as she slid her mouth up and down his throbbing hard-on. He was completely hard now. His cock, a thrusting tower of meat, was eager to plunge its head into her hot depths. She eased her head down until the dripping tip of his dork was poking the back of her mouth. She gagged and retreated, slowly let his prick slide through her lips and out of her mouth.
She held it upright, studying it. It was an ivory tower capped with a dusky knob. It was shining with his pre- cum and her saliva. His eyelids fluttered as he struggled toward consciousness. Gabby felt like curling into herself, she was so excited. Easing astride him, carefully keeping his cock upright with her hand, avoiding bumping him while the bed sank from her weight, she straddled her slowly waking father.
Hunching forward a little, holding his cock up, she lowered her aching, itching, ravenous vagina onto the burning tip. The touch of his dick against her hot slit made his eyes flutter open. For a moment he gazed vacantly at the ceiling. His hands stirred aimlessly on the sheet, then reached for his cock, and found heir fingers and the springy curls of her delicate bush.
His eyes widened in shock, focused on her moon-lit body. She speared herself on his thrusting tower, felt it wedge open her slick folds, plunging into her starving channel. She hunched over his pecker, felt it stuff her insides, and moaned with lust.
'Gabby!' he said in surprise.
'Ssshhhh,' Gabby said, her guts burning with lust. 'I had to Daddy, I had to.”
'Oh, Gabby,' Mike groaned. His eyes went all funny as she ground her cunt against his groin, drove his cock full-length into her hot, slippery hole. Still hunched over, she fingered her clitoris as she let her twat become accustomed to his bulk.
His hands reached for her, and for a moment, he tried to push her off and away. Then his fingers sank into her tender breasts, dug into them until they hurt and throbbed with pleasure.