Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

Mike snorted and his cock jumped in her hot hole. “I’ll talk to her about it," he assured her.

"The only thing that's going to make an impression on her is a hairbrush," Gabby grunted, and swiveled her hips in a small circle. His cock stirred in her guts. "Let's not talk about her. You're going all soft,”

"Sorry," he apologized.

"No sweat." She lifted and dropped, and the stroking brought a fresh surge of blood to his tool, made it swell and stiffen.

"You're incredible," he mused.

"I inherited it from you and Mummy," she answered.

Mike didn't answer. His feelings about his late wife were a bit mixed.

"I'm thirsty," Gabby announced. "Want to share a beer?”

"You're a little young," he argued.

“I’m a little young for this, too," she pointed out, moving up and down on his cock.

"You want to-uh-separate?”

"Carry me," she ordered. "Just stand up, and I'll hang onto you like a monkey on a tree.”

"We're crazy," Mike sighed. He heaved himself to his feet as Gabby wrapped her arms around his waist. His cock stayed in her cunt.

"Ninety-eight pounds," Gabby informed him, guessing what he was thinking.

"Featherweight," he grunted, staggering up the stairs. In the kitchen, he got out a beer and held it while she popped the top. Then he moved over to the table and set her butt on the edge. The bubbles of alcohol sizzled down to his belly. His phallus swelled in her hot, wet grasp.

She felt it, and her eyes gleamed as she finished the beer. A flip of her hand and the dead soldier clattered into the garbage can. Letting go of his neck, she slowly eased herself down on her back on the kitchen table. She lay with her arms spread as if she was being crucified.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered. The blood roared in his ears. "Oh, God, Daddy, Fuck me blind!”

With a groan, Mike leaned over her and began sliding his aching cock in and out of her hole. His hands braced on the table on either side of her, he fucked his cock in and out of her. He watched lust ravage her delicate features. Her sweat-stringy ponytail coiled serpent like across the table as her head rolled from side to side.

As the noon sun flooded into the kitchen, he screwed his daughter on the breakfast table. The sight of his mammoth cock sliding in and out of her velvet cunt made his balls steam. He watched his groin batter her tender crotch, pound and pulp her delicate flesh.

In a few moments the pool of semen in his belly was beyond restraint. He saw a pink flush start up from her twat, saw her arch with pleasure, and turned his own flood loose. His cock jumped and heaved in her as wad after thick, hot wad of semen spouted into her spasming depths.

He thought he was finished coming, until she reached down and wedged her fingers in between her body and his. The touch of her hands on his testicles triggered a fresh searing burst from them. She fiddled with his balls delicately, and his cock twisted itself like a towel being wrung out, milked the last dribbles of pleasure from itself.

Mike was so overwhelmed by what had happened with Gabby and Micaela in the past month he didn't know what to do. He felt nauseating waves of guilt when he thought about what he had done to them. Once it had happened with both of them, though, it was a little easier to face them. When it had been just Micaela he had felt like a man who was forced to spend time with his mistress's husband.

There was no sign either Gabby or Micaela was aware of what the other had done-Gabby had commented on Micaela's being a virgin. And Micaela obviously regarded Gabby as nothing but a dancer and a scholar, with no life outside her books and dance classes.

And Patty, meanwhile, flounced and sassed her way around the house in total ignorance of the subtle undercurrents. Gabby was right about Patty. Patty was a brat, and she was a cock-tease. He would have to do something about her soon. The way she paraded around with no bra on under her tight T-shirts was going to get her raped if she wasn't careful.

But it was nice he still had one daughter he could be alone with without being afraid of being seduced. Patty sure gave his groin some twinges, though. After all, she was starting to mature, and her tits had a way of standing up perkily under those damn T-shirts. And, the shorts she wore showed a hell of a lot of ass, and clutched her pussy tightly.

But, hell, she was only fifteen. He didn't really feel any desire for her. What he did feel, though, was fury. Frequently. She had a way of getting under his skin, or her sisters' skins, that was unbelievable. She had been avoiding her chores regularly, but he had been so distracted with his other problems he hadn't done anything about it. He was going to have to deal with her, soon.

He sighed and riffled through the Sunday paper and found the sports section.

"Daddy, you've got to do something about Patty," Gabby said as she stomped into the living room.

"What's the matter now?" he asked wearily.

"Her side of the room is a pig-sty!”

"That's 'cause you shove all your junk onto my side," Patty said nastily, following Gabby into the room.

"That's not true!" Gabby snapped. "And you know it.”

Patty didn't say anything, just stood there with a "prove it" expression on her face.

"She never makes her bed, and the dirty clothes she's stuffed under it are starting to stink," Gabby went on.

"Well, if the laundress would keep up with the dirty clothes around here, there wouldn't be any problem," Patty said brazenly.

For a second, Mike thought he was going to have to break up a physical fight between them. "You're supposed to put your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper in the bathroom," Gabby replied in a deadly soft tone.

"It's always full," Patty pouted.

"Okay, that's enough," Mike sighed.

"Daddy, can I go to the pool?" Patty asked.

"Not until you clean up your side of the bedroom,” Mike said firmly.

"Can I go, Daddy? I've got a special rehearsal with Kerry this afternoon," Gabby asked.

"Go ahead," he assented, trying not to let his fondness for her show as he watched her leave.

"Why can't I go to the pool?" Patty wailed.

"Because I said so. Now go get cracking on your room.”

"Gee whiz, I never get to go nowhere," Patty grumbled ungrammatically as she stomped out of the room.

"Kitchen's done, Daddy. Okay if I go out?" Micaela asked, coming into the living room. Mike wondered if he was ever going to get a chance to read the paper.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Over to see Chris. Can I use the car?”

"Yep. Fill the tank when you're done, okay?”

"Okay," she agreed happily. "Thanks Daddy.** She gave him a kiss that made his pulse race. "See you around dinner time.”

"Drive carefully," he said automatically, watching her ass as she headed for the door. His pulse slowly started back to normal. He suddenly wished that Micaela was the one that was staying home, that he had let Patty go out. Then ‘Caela was gone, and he was left with his thoughts, and Patty.

He rattled the paper into shape and started reading* He was halfway through the lead story when a board creaking caught his attention. He looked up. Patty froze. She was halfway across the room. She had her bathing suit in one hand, and a towel around her neck.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked softly.

«Uh-to get a drink?”

"Didn't know you needed a bathing suit to take a drink," he said dryly. "Or were you going to absorb it through your skin?”

Patty bit her lower lip and looked at the incriminating scrap of nylon in her hand.

He didn't want to spank her, he really didn't. He hadn't laid a hand on the girls since Catherine had died. "Is your room cleaned up?”