Unknown - Daughter in Heat

He was a squirter, though, and she thought about the semen she'd just taken in her unprotected womb, only she thought about it after she'd taken it. Bearing a bastard was a pleasant thought, but not his bastard. Daddy's bastard, a black man's bastard, a wino's bastard, a rapist's bastard, yes, but not a shrimp, brainiac, book-toter's bastard.

Heather had to kill two hours before both of Harold's parents would be home.

Jenny wasn't employed but she did volunteer work at the public library. They'd both be home at six. Harold killed five minutes, but then was ushered out of the house so Heather could douche by lying in the tub with her cunt lifted and opened under falling water from the faucet spout-a good way to masturbate but a great way to douche.

While there, she showered and shaved her pussy extra close. She made herself pretty and carefully selected her attire, trying on several skirt and blouse combinations to see which looked best with nothing underneath. She opted for a thin white cotton blouse because her naked tits showed through so well.

The skirt was a pleated skirt from her Junior High days, the eighth grade when she was a pompom girl. She could barely get it snapped and talk about short.

She'd grown a lot in two years. The hem just barely hid her twat.

Black shoes and white socks completed the outfit and she modeled before a floor-length mirror, admiring the effect.

She looked young, but she looked like a well-developed young.

She sure liked showing that much leg. She had great legs and the skirt showed all of her great legs.

Heather had the look she was after. She'd make an impression on someone. If Douglas was any kind of man, he'd be a hard man at first glance. Once hard, he'd be easy.

Jenny would take one look and see a little slut.

She would not approve of her son associating with such a girl and would not want him to bring her into their home. Tough tittie, Miss Kitty. Heather giggled. She was feeling naughty, very naughty.

Jenny was in for a rough night.

At six-fifteen, Heather left the house, headed five houses down, but in their neighborhood, five houses down was almost two regular city blocks. She left a note for her father to call at the Goldsteins' because she didn't want to return to an empty house unless she had to.

Harold was to see that Ruff was put away until after introductions were made.

If he weren't, there'd be no introductions.

One look at all that bare leg, knowing pussy was at the top, and he'd get busy.

He'd smell the peanut butter long before he got there.

Heather had a peanut butter wad as big as a tennis ball, rolled into a turd shape, hardened in the refrigerator, and stuffed deep just before she left the house. If Harold waited too long, the brown cream would start leaking out-not a pretty sight for those who didn't know what it was. Once Ruff started licking, they'd never see any unless he quit before he got it all. He never had before, and she had thirty minutes worth up her snatch, long enough to thaw the coldest bitch, long enough to give the Pope an erection.

Harold met her at the door and led her in. The others were waiting in the living room to meet his new girlfriend.

Jenny had insisted the dog be put away. She put on a nice dress and freshened up to meet Harold's first girlfriend. Douglas kept his suit coat and tie on.

They even made Bill put a white shirt on and comb his hair.

As Harold brought Heather into the room, Douglas' eyes went wide and Jenny's jaw dropped. Bill said, "Wow, Heather Elton! You never said your girlfriend was Heather. Way to go, Harry."

Harry led Heather before his gawking father and said, "See, Dad, didn't I tell you she was a knock out. Doesn't she have great legs? Show him the back of your legs, Heather."

Heather turned and planted her feet shoulder width apart as Jenny exclaimed,

"Harold! That's rude."

If she thought that was rude, when Harold lifted the back of Heather's skirt so his Daddy could see her pussy and said, "Aren't they great legs, Dad?" Jenny almost shit, especially when Heather bent forward and placed her hands on her knees.

Douglas sat forward to closely examine the most gorgeous shaved pussy he'd ever seen in his life as his amazing son showed more of the sexy girl's bare ass, pushing the skirt up on her back. Jenny, hanging on the back of her husband's chair, was speechless, seeing the same thing Douglas was. Bill came around the chair to kneel at his father's knee for the best view he could get, and that prompted Jenny to say, "Harold, stop that.

You're being vulgar. That is no way to treat a girl, especially a guest in our home."

Harold said, "She doesn't mind. She'll even let you feel. Do you want to feel her legs, Dad? You can if you want. Feel all over. She likes being felt up.

Feel anywhere, even between her legs if you want. She don't mind. She's a slut."

Douglas and Bill were already taking Harold up on the offer and focusing on the most intimate areas as Jenny said, "Oh my god! Douglas, you get your hands off that girl.

Bill, you get over here, now. Harold, put her skirt down this instant and button her blouse back up."

They all did as Jenny said, but Heather stood and shrugged the blouse off before Harold could button it. She turned around to display her proud titties, now wearing only the skirt, shoes, and socks. She took the initiative and moved to greet Jenny with an outstretched hand, politely saying, "You must be Jenny.

I'm Heather. Harold has told me everything about you. You're much prettier than I expected."

Jenny shook the hand coldly and stiffly, dropped it after the obligatory two shakes, narrowed her eyes on hearing this, folded her arms, and said, "Just what did he tell you that would make you think I was ugly?"

"Nothing. I guess I got that impression because he said you let your dog fuck you. I just assumed you were ugly.

Most women who serve as human bitches are I would assume, otherwise they could find human sex partners. You must be the exception to the rule. I doubt you'd have any trouble attracting any man.

I can tell you have a shapely body with big titties. You just need to dress in sexier clothes. If you have sexy legs, you should let them show. Men like women with big titties and sexy legs.

I'm a leg gal myself. Can I see your legs?"

Heather was stalling to allow Harold time to fetch the dog. His cue was when she shook hands with his mother. Jenny recoiled at Heather's first sentence and never recovered. Each inflammatory statement drove another stake in her heart.

By the time Heather asked to see her legs, Jenny appeared faint and burdened by the weight of all those stakes.

Douglas was not faint. He was excited. He turned in his seat, and said, "Show her your bitch legs, Jenny.

She knows. There's no point in hiding this from her. Lift your dress and show her what bitch legs look like. Do it, Jenny!"

Jenny was now red as a beet and hyperventilating as she saw Harold leading Ruff into the room. Harold saw the scene as Bill and his dad got up to stand on both sides of Jenny as she faced Heather, who waited expectantly looking down.

Harold hung onto Ruff's collar, keeping him from reaching Heather's ass.

Jenny saw this and slowly reached for the hem. The hem rose up her legs under Douglas' encouragement to go higher and show more until all of her panties showed with an inch of bare tummy showing as well.

Heather studied the provocative display, then dropped to her knees and felt the twin columns of flesh, using both hands on one then the other, feeling over every inch from heel to crotch, saying, "So these are bitch legs. I think they're very sexy bitch legs. I'll bet most bitches don't have legs this nice and shapely. I'll bet most bitches don't shave their legs for a dog. I doubt a dog would care. You must love your dog a lot to keep your legs so nice and soft and sexy looking.