Jack Grant - Making Daddy

But he pushed away after a few moments. "Wow, that was the best fuck I've had in a hell of a long time!" he said.

She smiled and reached for his cock as he pulled it from her cunt. It was still firm, but it had lost the rigid need it had been filled with before. She clamped her fist around the sticky wet shaft and stroked it gently. "Really, Mister Hawley?"

He fondled a tit and swung his legs over the side of the lounge chair so he could sit up. "Hell, yes! God Almighty, girl, you could please ten men!"

She giggled. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?" Francie asked softly.

He laughed and touched her hand where she held his prick so lovingly.

"For a kid, you know how to please that tool." He groped on the floor for his pants to get a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply.

"Francie?"

"Yes, Mister Hawley?"

He dragged on the smoke and looked at her in the glow of the halo of light from the cigarette. "I want to see you again-soon."

She didn't answer right away and he squeezed her tit and poked his finger at the dormant nipple to bring it alive again. She felt the tremor run through her. She wanted to see him again. Lots…

"Okay?" he prompted.

She nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mister Hawley… yesss."

In the shadow of the trees, Robin was doubled up with the hot pain in her own belly, which had not been satisfied. She was confused, not sure what to do. She had never felt like this before, and it frightened her a little. She had set out to learn and widen her education about grownup things. Now she was caught in a tight, hot web that she couldn't free herself from. It hadn't helped to see and hear the lovemaking of her father and the neighbor girl. She had learned a lot, a lot indeed.

But now she had a very pressing and real problem. One of the things she learned too well was that her own body was longing for the ritual of love. Dazed, she realized now that what she felt was desire-even lust.

She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to experience the wonder of a hard cock in her body, feel it throb and push at her female flesh the way Francie had. Up until now, she had thought of sexual pleasure as something reserved for adults-like her mother and father. Now she realized it could happen much earlier than she had suspected. It had happened to Francie. It was trying to happen to her-her body was ready; she only needed a man.

She came back to reality with a start. The two figures in the summerhouse were stirring, getting ready to leave.

"… a quick swim to wash off," her father was saying.

"We shouldn't-"

"We can be very quiet. Christ, I can't go back into the cabin dripping with your cunt juice, baby… My wife's not all that dumb!"

Soft laughter. The two figures picked up the clothing they had scattered on the floor in their haste, and let themselves out of the screened enclosure. The two nude figures, arm in arm, ran softly down the slope to the water.

Robin waited until the man and the girl had eased themselves from the end of the dock into the lake. There was hardly a splash to betray their movements, and Robin could no longer see them. She pushed herself to a standing position, holding onto the tree until the tight coiled pain in her belly let up enough for her to stand. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the cool night air and trying to slow down her pounding heart. Then very slowly and carefully, she made her way back through the trees toward the cabin.

Crossing the clearing, Robin noted that her mother's car wasn't parked near the cabin. She was still out. Robin couldn't help wondering what her mother would say if she knew about Daddy and Francine Collins. She wondered how wives felt about their husbands having sex with other women-or girls, in this case.

The heaviness in her guts had let up a little, but it wasn't gone.

Robin's damp thighs rubbed together as she crept along in the darkness, and the feeling made her excited. Everything seemed to add to her excitement, and she kept wondering what it would feel like to have a man's sex organ up inside her.

She let herself into the cabin and made her way to the bedroom stealthily. She closed the door and began to climb into her bed.

"Where have you been?" Jodi's harsh whisper sliced the silence.

Robin jumped and her heart pounded, racing with fright. "To the bathroom," she lied.

"You were not!" Jodi sat up and peered across the space between the beds. "I went to the bathroom and you weren't there! You've been outside!" The voice was trembling and full of accusation. Jodi leaned over so her face was only a few feet from her sister. "What were you doing out there?"

Robin felt the panic swell in her chest. "Nothing. I just went for a walk." She thought quickly. "It was warm and I wanted to cool off."

"I'm gonna tell Mom-"

"No! Don't!" Her panic was real now, and it told in her voice.

Jodi laughed softly. "Then you'd better tell me where you were and what you were doing." Smug satisfaction tinged her words.

Robin got along well enough with her sister. With only thirteen months separating them in age, they shared a lot of the same interests and were only a grade apart in school. But there was a slight rivalry, with Jodi feeling compelled to do everything her older sister did, beat her whenever she could. Yet the two girls felt a closeness in many ways.

They were younger by several years than their two brothers. The boys, Kevin and Drew, were in high school and had interests far beyond the scope of the two 'kid sisters'. Right now, they were off on a canoe trip along some remote Canadian-border lake. They spent only a few days each summer at the lake cabin that Jodi and Robin still loved for the whole summer…

"Okay," Robin said with a sigh. "Come on over here. I don't want Mom or Dad to hear us talking and come in to check."

Jodi scrambled from her bed and hopped onto her sister's. "They're not home," she whispered. "I looked."

Robin nodded. "I know. Mom hasn't gotten back from town yet. And I know where Dad is."

"Oh? Where?"

Robin grinned in the darkness. "Promise not to tell?"

"Of course, dummy. Now, come on. What's this all about? Does your going out in the middle of the night have anything to do with Dad being out?"

Jodi was excited and her words came out a little breathlessly.

"Sort of." In a low hushed voice, Robin told her sister about what she had done, beginning with the overheard conversation that afternoon down at the dock. Jodi listened raptly as Robin described her excursion to the Murphys' summerhouse to watch their father and the young girl from down the road meet in their stolen rendezvous. From time to time Jodi interrupted with a question.

"You mean you really saw them naked?"

"Yes, of course. The moonlight was bright and it was almost like daytime. I could see real good."

"What was he like… Daddy? Tell me, ooohhh, tell me everything!" Jodi bounced up and down on the bed.

"I will if you stop interrupting!" Robin delighted in her special knowledge and was eager to talk about it. "He's big. His penis is real long and it was hard-so hard it kind of stuck out from his body instead of hanging down. She grabbed hold of it."

"Aahhh!"

"That's not all. That was just the beginning." In slow, delicious detail, Robin recounted the events that followed. She told her sister how their father had made the girl suck him while he licked and sucked her. "I couldn't see for sure," Robin said, "but I think he was kissing her ass, too. Maybe even licking it."

"You're kidding!"

"No. He pushed way up between her legs and she made all kinds of funny noises. She was really excited, so he must have been doing something.

His hands were all over her-in her thing and all!"