Ted Leonard - Hot wild babysitter

The telephone rang and her mother answered it. It was one of Mona's friends and when she sat down at the table again, she said, "That was Terry. She wants me to come over tonight for a while. Is that okay with you, Jack?"

"Sure," he said quickly, and Pam's heart caught in her throat.

"But, Mom," she said, "I was gonna make popcorn for us. I thought you wanted to see the eight o'clock movie."

"I did," her mom said, "but I haven't seen Terry in a long time. I'd like to see her."

"And it'll do you good to get out for a night," Jack put in, grinning.

Mona reached across the table and squeezed her hubby's hand. "Thanks, Jack," she purred.

Pam looked from her mom to her dad, and a pain of hatred stung her when she saw what a con-artist her father was. He'd say or do anything just to get at his daughter's pussy! He'd even be nice to his wife!

When Mona left the room, Pam didn't hide her feelings. She stared right at her grinning dad and said, "You're a bastard. You just want to get me alone again. I hate you for that."

Jack chuckled and his eyes devoured her breasts. "I like the way your tits jump when you're angry. And your eyes sparkle. You're a sexy little bitch, you know that? I'll bet you like to excite me."

"I do not!" Pam blurted, raising her voice.

Her mother heard it and called out, "What's the trouble out there?"

"Nothing," Jack called out. "Just a little argument about doing the dishes."

Pam fumed and her tits rose and fell nicely for her dad's pleasure against her will. She wished she had the courage to tell her mom what was really bothering her. But she knew she couldn't do that. What would her mom think? It would be just like her father to convince Mona that Pam was cockteasing him, instead of the other way around.

When her father went into the living room with his coffee, Pam used the kitchen phone to call a school friend. Whispering conspiringly, she arranged to spend the night at her friend's house. Then she called out, "Mom? Can I spend the night at Mary's?"

Before her mother could respond, her dad hollered, "On a school night? You know better than that, kitten."

"Daddy! Please!" Pam cried.

"Your father's right, dear," Mona said, coming into the kitchen. "You girls get together and never go to sleep. No, wait till the weekend for that, Pamela."

Pam opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. What was the use? She couldn't beat her dad. He'd win. She turned back to the phone and sighed sadly, "Never mind, Mary. I can't." In the living room, Jack Turner smiled to himself. He was nursing a hard-on.

Pam watched her mom leave and felt her heart sinking as the car drove off. She closed the door and looked at her father sitting in his recliner chair. He let his legs open and Pam's gaze fell to his lap. She saw the swollen bulge in his pants and a weakness attacked her knees.

"Daddy, I want to watch TV," she said.

"Sure." He grinned. "Come sit on my lap and watch it."

"No," Pam said quickly. "Please… let's just watch TV. I'll make us some popcorn."

Her dad burst into laughter. "You trying to bribe me with popcorn? Do you think I'd rather have popcorn than pussy? Come here, you little tease, and quit horsing around."

"No, I don't want that."

"I didn't ask you what you wanted."

"Daddy, please…" Pam whimpered. She thought of running to her room, but what good would that do? He'd only follow and rape her on her bed.

"Why do you fight it, kitten?" Jack queried, admiring the thrust of her young tits and the curves of her legs.

"Fight what?"

"Sex."

Pam licked her lips, then murmured. "Because it isn't right to have sex with you."

"You like it," her dad pointed out.

Pam worried her lower lip. "I don't want to. You make me feel funny all the time. If you left me alone, I wouldn't want to have sex."

"Stop kidding yourself, Pamela," he said in a fatherly tone. "I see what you do when you're alone. What were you doing in the shower for so long today? You came home from the beach horny as hell and you spent a lot of time in there. Are you telling me you weren't getting yourself off?"

Pam caught her breath. Sexy talk disturbed her. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that to me," she said.

"Why not?" her dad said, smiling knowingly. "Does it excite you?"

"No!"

"Yes, it does," he chuckled. "I'll bet if you were alone right now, you'd be on your bed playing with yourself. Right?"

"That's none of your business!" Pam blurted. "So what if I did? That's not as bad as having your own father do it!"

Jack smiled with pleasure. Pam sure looked pretty, standing in front of him with her tits heaving and her face flushed.

"Come here, kitten," he said in a soft, low voice.

Pam swallowed nervously. The tone of his voice and the look in his eyes were very disturbing.

"Come on," he coned gently, smiling nicely. "Why do we have to fight all the time? You're a big girl now. It's time you faced yourself. We've had some good times, haven't we? Come on, admit it."

Moments of passionate pleasure flashed through her young mind. "Well…"

"Do you know why we've had good times even though we're father and daughter? Because we really love each other."

The word love was like a trigger in her heart. Tears stung her bright blue eyes and she whimpered, "Ohhh, Daddy, if only you did love me!"

"But I do, kitten, I do," he said soothingly. He got to his feet slowly and drew her into his arms. He embraced her warmly and kissed her cute little ear as his boner throbbed against her crotch. Into her ear he whispered, "I've always loved you, kitten. Have I ever really hurt you? No, of course not. I just made you horny or turned you on. But haven't I always given your pleasure? Have I been cruel to your tits or pussy? Can you really say I ever hurt them?"

Pam shivered in his arms and her senses whirled. "Well, no," she said softly, "But but… oh, you confuse me!"

Jack eased her along with him. He settled into the recliner and gently lowered her to his lap. His arm circled her slim waist, his other hand settled on her thighs. "I've never wanted to hurt you in any way," he said slowly. "You're my daughter and I love you. You're a very pretty girl. Sexy, too. There's nothing wrong with that. Lots of girls wish they could be as sexy as you. Now you're almost a woman and you've developed beautifully. Can you blame me for wanting to please you?"

Pam stared into his eyes and said, "Other fathers don't please their daughters that way."

"How do you know? Have you ever told any of your friends about how you and me come together?"

"No!" Pam exclaimed.

"Then why would they tell you about their dads?"

Pam's pretty mouth fell open as she thought about friends like sexy Linda Stanton and foul-mouthed Connie Blake and virginal little Mary Apton. Were they getting off with their dads? Mr. Stanton, Mr. Blake and Mr. Apton were sure good-looking fathers, Pam had to admit to herself. And they all had at one time or another flirted with her. Didn't she sometimes get the feeling that her girlfriends' dads would like to rape her? Maybe they were just like her dad!

Pam peered at her father, felt his hard-on throbbing up against her ass, felt her nipples stiffen in her dress, felt his hand hot on her naked thighs. Did she have her dad all wrong? Was he just a nice guy who really wanted to give her pleasure?

As if he were reading his little girl's troubled mind, he stroked her inner thigh, kissed her mouth, and said, "Doesn't it feel good to be like this with me?"

"I… I… oh, Daddy, I'm so confused you make me feel scared and then safe. First I'm frightened and then I… ohhh, I shouldn't say this!"

"Say it, kitten. Let's talk about it."

"Sometimes I do want you to touch me," Pam confessed. "Sometimes I come home from school feeling funny in my belly and I know what it is. It's a kind of ache – as if I wanted you to make the tickle go away. I thought I was a bad girl to think that way."