Erika Norman: Her new Daddy

Better stop that, Hal thought. It could lead to trouble!

Reluctantly he slid his hands down off her fat little boobs and began to wash her ribs and belly. Debby sighed wistfully, no doubt wanting more of his pleasant massage. Hal discreetly skipped her crotch and moved down to wash her legs and feet.

"Hal," she said, "you missed a few places."

He hardly ever blushed, certainly not like this. His rugged face flamed, and he could hardly talk, he was so choked up with lust.

"Oh, yes," he said, "Sorry."

Debby got up on her knees so he could wash her crotch. As far as he could tell, she saw nothing wrong with him touching her there. It was just another part of her body, as far as she was concerned. To Hal, though, it was very different. Touching her little virgin pussy was a helluva lot different from soaping her legs.

He got a big fistful of lather and, with trembling hands, he reached between her slim silky thighs. He felt her young pussy, plump, smooth as satin, and feverishly hot. He began to rub her there, moving his soapy hand slowly back and forth from the tiny wrinkled mouth of her anus to the fat pouting lips of her mons.

Debby sighed loudly. "Oh, that feels nice," she said.

Oh, Christ! thought Hal.

His cock was so hard, so achingly full, he could hardly stand it.

There was nothing he could do about it, either. Even though this delicious little chick was letting him rub her snatch, and grooving on it, he couldn't ball her. She was too young, she was legally his daughter.

"Oooooo," Debby cooed, "oooooo…"

It felt wonderful to have Hal rub his soapy slick hand back and forth over her pussy. Dizzying waves of pleasure washed over her body, and she felt her cunt getting hot and wet. Following her natural instincts she began to rub her horny little pussy back and forth over his hand. That felt even better.

"Oh, Hal," she said, gasping, "That feels… great…"

Hal didn't trust himself to speak. He could feel her tiny teenage snatch growing fiery hot from his rubbing, and then he felt the steamy trickle of her cunt cream on his hand. He was getting her horny, no doubt about it. He felt like a dirty old man, yet he just couldn't bring himself to stop.

Debby swayed dizzily, cooing and squealing with delight. She put her little hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her eyes rolled wildly, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. More scalding juices burst from her aroused twat to soak his hand.

Hal felt himself losing control. He couldn't seem to suppress his wicked instincts, his desire to turn her on. He worked his soapy hand forward, then wriggled one finger inside the searing plump lips of her mons. He touched her tiny, hot clit and began to rub it.

"Oooooo!" Debby squealed.

She was delighted. Hal was touching that funny little button, the one that had given her so much pleasure when she'd touched herself there. It felt even better when he did it. She was creaming steadily now, rubbing her horny little snatch against his hand. She dug her nails into his shoulders, cooing: "Ummm, ummm, ngh, ooohhh, ummmmm!"

Hal saw that the girl was completely lost in sensual pleasure. He was miserably conscious that he was frigging his own teenage stepdaughter, but he couldn't seem to stop. Her excitement fed his. His cock was drooling in his pants now, hard and ready.

He kept on rubbing her tiny hot clit, making her squeal and moan with pleasure, and he worked another finger up the tiny squeezing mouth of her cunt. He didn't get far. There was a barrier there, the taut membrane of her hymen. When he touched it, Debby winced. He knew it hurt her, so he withdrew. He'd found out, though, that her virgin cunt was every bit as tight as he'd dreamed…

Working farther back with his slick soapy finger, he touched the bumpy little mouth of her anus. He rimmed it a few times and saw Debby blush with pleasure. She liked to be touched there, he could tell.

He popped the slick tip of his finger into her hot tight little asshole.

"Uhhh," Debby said, moaning. "Oh, yeah, I like that…"

Sweating in his excitement, Hal worked his finger all the way up her incredibly narrow asshole. "E-i-i-i-e-e-e!" The girl squealed with delight. He worked his finger wickedly in and out of her searing slick rectum, and she creamed furiously into his hand. He kept rubbing her clit, too, giving her double stimulation.

Debby thought she would faint with pleasure. Hal was rimming and rubbing her horny little clit, plus working his finger swiftly up and down the aroused narrow passage of her bumhole. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly she was shrieking as she felt her body burst with a powerful orgasm.

"Oooooo!" she wailed. "Oooooo! Wh-what? What's happening-g-g!?!"

Hal felt her tiny bumhole squeezing his finger, felt the fiery rush of juice from her cunt. There was no doubt he was making her cum. He felt deeply ashamed of himself. He had no business diddling this little girl, frigging his own young stepdaughter. He thought of Brenda and how she'd trusted him with the child. He hated himself.

He snatched his hand away from her burning crotch and stood up. "Debby," he said hoarsely, "you can, uh, finish your bath alone. I've got some papers to work on."

"Okay, Hal," she said, sighing. "Thanks for washing me."

He turned beet red and ran out of the room. Debby shrugged. Grownups sure were funny. She couldn't understand why he wanted to stop when they were having such a good time, but perhaps she could get him to do it again soon.

Brenda hadn't wanted to leave the house and go to work. She never wanted to enter the club again. She wanted to spend all her time with Hal. It seemed silly to forfeit her paycheck, though, so she reluctantly showed up at the Red Dragon where she'd worked as a cocktail waitress for the past few years.

It was a week night and rather slow, just a few quiet drunks sitting at tables. Brenda took her time about appearing on the floor. There was a special room in back where the girls kept their coats and sometimes came for a smoke and a breather. She entered the room, hung up her coat, and lit a cigarette.

Her friend Lillian came in, popping her chewing gum, and gave her usual greeting, "Hy-ya, kid."

Lillian was a tall, very stacked blonde. On her the bright red club costume looked spectacular. Men were always pawing her on the floor, but Lillian also possessed a stunning punch to the jaw that discouraged anyone who got out of line. She picked her dates – they didn't pick her.

"Hi, Lillian," said Brenda. "How are you?"

"Tired," said Lillian, lighting a Marlboro. "I wish I had your luck. I'd like to marry some rich dude and get out of this racket. Every day there's a new hassle. Now we got this new owner…"

"New owner?" said Brenda. "I didn't hear about that."

"It happened while you were on your honeymoon," said Lillian. "The old guy, Mr. Green, sold out. He was tired. The new guy is called Denton. He takes over tonight. We'll probably have to learn a whole new routine."

"I suppose," said Brenda. "I'm glad I'll only be here a few more days."

There was a knock at the door. It was Louis, the bartender. "The new boss wants to see you, Brenda," he said. "In the office."

"I wonder what for?" said Brenda. "I'm quitting on Friday."

She went to the office and found a very attractive young man sitting behind the desk. He was a little too slick-looking for her taste – longish black hair, thick mustache, Italian suit and big flowery tie, rings all over his fingers – but she couldn't deny that he had even features and a nice build.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Eddie Denton. I'd like to talk to you, Brenda." He gestured her to a chair with a wave of his thin black cigar.

Brenda sat down. She didn't like the way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his dark eyes. "I hope you know, Mister Denton," she said, "that I'm only working till Friday. I just got married, and I've given my notice."