Erika Norman: Her new Daddy

"Ohhhhhh," Brenda wailed.

She began to cum as Hal rubbed her clit and worked his cock in her flooded twat. Debby didn't know anything about cumming, but it was plain to her that Brenda was having so much pleasure, she was almost fainting.

Debby imitated Hal's motions, rubbing herself just like he was rubbing Brenda. It felt super. The girl's face went pink with pleasure, and she felt heavy hot juice running from her virgin cunt, soaking her hand.

"Awwwwww," Hal bawled. "Yeah,fuck, honey – fu-u-u-ck!"

Dizzily Debby watched him cum, that same howling paroxysm of pleasure which had just struck Brenda. Debby couldn't observe it very well, though, because something wild and strange was happening to her. As she rubbed her horny little clit, she was overcome with pleasure so great that her whole body shook and it was all she could do not to squeal. She didn't know it, but she was having her very first climax.

When the spasms had passed, she looked dizzily through the keyhole and saw that the show was over. Brenda rolled off Hal with a loud happy sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Hal's cock was little and wrinkled again. He, too, sighed as he pulled the covers up around them and turned off the light.

Debby got up, turned off the TV, and went to her own room. She was hardly conscious of her own movements, she was so overcome with the things she'd just learned. She'd seen grown-ups actually doing it. She'd discovered a place in her body, that little lump between her legs, that gave her exquisite pleasure.

Above all she'd discovered that sex is fun.

From now on, when she got that strange restless and itchy feeling between her legs, she'd know what to do about it. She wanted more than that, though, more than just playing with herself. She'd seen how excited her mother got, how much fun she'd had when Hal put his cock into her.

Debby wanted that experience, too. She wanted to find out just how it felt to make love with a man.

The next evening Brenda had to go back to work. She'd given notice at the club, but to get her last paycheck she had to work a few more days. Hal wasn't too happy about it, but he agreed that it was silly just to throw the money away.

He watched her getting ready for work. Her costume was a skimpy red thing with sequins, hardly bigger than a bikini except for a small fringe. She wore red net stockings, red shoes with very high heels, and a red cowboy hat. The total effect was delicious – and infuriating.

"Christ," Hal said disgustedly, "why don't they just have you work naked? It'd be practically the same thing."

Brenda laughed. "Darling, don't worry," she said. "Nobody's going to violate your wife. I've had years of experience fending off men."

"I don't even like them looking at you in that damned outfit," Hal said testily. "I'll be glad when you're through with that job for good."

"Me, too," said Brenda. "It'll just be a few more days, Hal. Be patient."

He'd try, but he hated the idea of his beautiful young wife working practically bare-assed among a lot of drunk lecherous males. Of course he had been drunk and lecherous when he first turned on to her, and that costume had been part of the attraction – but now things were different. She was his wife.

As Hal watched her dress, he thought again how lucky he was to have married her. She was beautiful, ten years younger than him, and she was fantastic in bed. She had a few things to learn about lovemaking, but he figured she'd be an excellent pupil. Most men would envy him.

Still he couldn't forget the fact that Brenda was not enough. He'd never been satisfied with only one woman. Brenda was great in her own way, but there was one need she couldn't fulfill, a deeply secret need which Hal had never revealed to anybody.

He couldn't help himself. He was hopelessly attracted to very young girls.

He'd hoped that by marrying, Brenda he'd get over that kinky attraction, but it hadn't worked. Much as he loved Brenda, he was already thinking about teenage girls again, slender bodies, tight adolescent cunts.

Over the years he'd satisfied his weird urge with prostitutes. He went to the better houses, asked for the very youngest girls. That way he couldn't get into trouble. Messing with ordinary girls under eighteen could lead to jail, but with hookers there was no problem.

That wasn't enough any more. He was tired of whores, tired of professionals. He wanted the real thing, a natural normal young girl, a virgin. He knew it meant big trouble, and he was doing his best to put it from his mind. He hoped Brenda would be his salvation, that their sex life would be enough for him.

He was getting that kinky urge again, however. It was crazy. Brenda was plenty young enough, ten years younger than him, yet he wanted a girl young enough to – well, to be her daughter. He didn't think of Debby, whom he considered off limits, but he did think of girls twelve and thirteen, girls just emerging from childhood. He thought of how tight their little virgin cunts would be…

Brenda was ready to leave for work. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and she'd be gone till three.

Lousy timing – he was horny again and would have loved to spend the evening in bed with her.

"Well, I'd better go now, darling," she said, kissing him. "Will you do something for me? See that Debby takes a bath. She's so glued to that TV, she forgets sometimes."

"Sure, honey," said Hal. "Do you want me to come pick you up after work?"

"No," said Brenda. "There's no need for you to get up in the middle of the night. I'll just take my old car."

Hal didn't like it. The streets were dangerous in the night. Brenda had been taking care of herself for years, though, and he supposed she could manage a few more times. He kissed her hard.

"Hurry back," he said.

She smiled and left. Hal instantly felt lost without her, aimless. He wandered into the living room where Debby was engrossed in a TV movie. He thought how childish she looked, with her snub nose and freckles and wide green eyes. She was wearing boy's jeans and a big bulky sweatshirt that completely hid her tiny tits.

"When is this program over?" Hal asked.

"About half an hour," said Debby.

She answered without taking her eyes from the screen, where a pair of young lovers were kissing passionately. Hal smiled indulgently and sat down beside her. He was supposed to get her into the bathtub, but he could let her finish watching the movie.

Debby was utterly absorbed in the show, living each moment along with the young heroine. She sighed, got wet-eyed, gasped. Then Hal noticed something else. During a particularly passionate love scene, Debby absentmindedly rubbed her crotch. When she took her hand away, he saw a little dark spot of moisture.

The kid was turned on, sexually turned on – and she was only thirteen. Hal felt a wicked flash of interest, then told himself to knock it off. She was just a kid, and she was his new stepdaughter. This was one female he had to forget about.

The movie ended, and Hal said, "You're supposed to take a bath, young lady. Strict orders from your mother."

"Oh, okay," Debby said vaguely.

She was still caught up in the movie. She walked slowly down the hall to the bathroom. She'd never taken a bath in the new house. She went to the tub and found that it had some newfangled kind of faucet with just a dial and a button. She couldn't figure out how to make it work.

"Hal," she called, "Hal, will you come here, please?"

"What's up?" he said, coming into the bathroom.

Debby giggled. "I feel dumb, but I don't know how to work this faucet. I never saw one like it before."

Hal laughed, too, "Neither did I, actually," he said, "but I'm a mechanical genius. I'll figure it out."