Con Demerest - Her anal perversion

John hadn't intended to bring just Kitty to the show. It was family fare, one of the features being a Disney flick both Hal and Kitty had begged to see, the other a John Wayne western, one of the few of Big Duke's pictures which John had missed during its first run downtown. He'd tried to back out, because Hal had come down with a miserable cold and Alice, being stubborn and old-fashioned, refused to bring the boy out that long in the night air. But this was the last night of the double bill, and Kitty had kicked up so much of a fuss that her mother had shooed them both out of the house, telling John that he'd promised so he had better go ahead and take Kitty.

Back in the car, waiting for the John Wayne film to start, John didn't intend to notice the way his stepdaughter's soft lips wrapped themselves around her hot dog, either, but he did, each and every time she took a bite of it, and he couldn't help what he was thinking. He squirmed uneasily a he realized he was getting a hard-on.

She kept throwing oblique glances at him while she munched eagerly away at her phallic-shaped sandwich, and unless his imagination was deceiving him, he detected a devilish little twinkle in her eyes.

John got the dangerous idea that his wife's daughter would be more than willing to throw away the hot dog and put her sensual lips to better use if only he had the nerve to take out his prick and show it to her.

But he didn't have the nerve, and just the thought of doing such a lewd thing with the cute kid went against his moral grain, though God knew he was tempted.

When his movie came on, John forced his attention to the screen. He soon got caught up in the action and forgot all about his moment of incestuous temptation, just as countless thousands of fathers and stepfathers before him have done under similar circumstances, and as the vast majority of other male parents have done, John would've escaped the tormenting moment of decision and later denied having ever been tempted had it not been for the unexpected request put forth by his yawning stepchild.

"I'm getting drowsy, Daddy. Is it all right if I lie down for a while?"

"Sure, princess," came John's natural reply. "Hop in the back seat and have yourself a little snooze."

"I'd rather lie down here… so I can use your lap for a pillow, if you don't mind, Daddy."

John gulped. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to refuse her, but the kid was playing with fire, whether she knew it or not.

While John was groping for a way to say no without hurting her feelings, Kitty curled up on the front seat and eased her head down into his lap. She faced the front of the car, her dimpled knees pointing toward the dashboard and her head squirming beneath the steering wheel. The back of her head nuzzled upsettingly against his loins, causing John to clear his throat and back nervously away, but it wasn't far enough.

"I'm still bumping my head on the steering wheel, Daddy." Kitty cooed. "Let the seat back a little will you?"

"Yeah, I guess I'd better," he muttered, and reached down for the lever.

"Mmmm, that's better," she said, still cooing.

Then why the hell are you fidgeting around so much? he felt like asking. Be still damn it, you don't know what you're doing to me!

That's where John was wrong, because the sensual child knew exactly what she was doing to him. She could feel his organ growing harder and bigger each time she "accidentally" rubbed her head against it. Kitty had secretly watched her mother and stepfather have sex many times since the night she'd quite innocently jacked off her brother the first time. She'd masturbated Hal almost every night since then. A few times she's even kissed her brother's dick, the way she'd seen her mother kiss John's. Hal had done nothing to Kitty so far, and she'd never actually taken his penis inside her mouth. However, only the night before while Hal slept soundly due to his cold medicine, Kitty had spied through the keyhole while, for the first time to her knowledge, her mother had given John a complete blow-job. She had wished then for a suck on John's big, juicy dick, and now she really wanted to taste it.

She'd hoped her stepfather would get the idea from the way she'd eaten the hot dog. She felt sure he had gotten her unspoken message, because she'd noticed the telltale bulge at his crotch out of the corners of her furtively watchful eyes, but he'd disappointed her by doing nothing. She didn't want to come right out and ask John to let her go down on him. But that's what she wanted to do, and all the way, too. She'd heard her mother telling him how delicious his cum was after she'd seen Alice drink every bit of his stuff, and Kitty was dying to find out how it tasted.

Jesus, maybe she does know what she's doing to me! John thought fearfully when the child turned onto her back and nuzzled her cheek against the undersurface of his belly-hugging erection. Look at her! Drawing up her legs… letting the left one loop back down on the seat… lifting the right one… hooking it over the backrest! That tight skirt is clear up around her butt now and the moon's shining in on the white crotchband of her panties! God, she's doing it on purpose! She's showing me her little box! Kitty, stop this, Goddamn it! I'm only human!

This is it! Kitty told herself as she turned her head and snuggled her face up to his crotch. Her heart thumped wildly. She took a deep breath of his masculine odor and began rubbing her face over his sexual parts. I can't tell him what I want I've got to try to show him! Oh, I hope he doesn't get mad! What if he does? What if he spanks me? Or worse, what if he tells Mother?!

This was the first time it had crossed Kitty's mind that she might get in trouble for the way she was acting. It was too late to stop now, though. She'd gone too far already. She'd seen her chance and taken it, and never in her life had she been so excited as she was now. If John wanted her to stop, then he would have to tell her so, because if he didn't, she was damn sure going to take out his peter and show him how much she loved it and him.

John couldn't believe what was happening, and he felt like a dirty old man for allowing it to continue, but he was losing control of himself. It was becoming perfectly clear to him what Kitty wanted. A lurid thrill washed over him at the thought of sticking his dick into the pure mouth of his wife's twelve-year-old girl. Kitty was only four-foot-ten and wouldn't weigh over ninety pounds sopping wet, but she was cute as a button, and this was her idea, not his. He would never in a million years have made an improper advance toward the child, but God, how was he supposed to resist her, what with her coming on like a bashful fellatrix with an insatiable hunger for cock!?!

The fact of the matter was, he didn't want to resist her any longer. He heaved a sigh of guilty surrender and cupped her head with his hand, pressing her pretty face firmly against his groin as he stroked the softness of her lustrous light brown hair.

"Mmm, mmmm!" she sighed, wriggling wantonly about.

He put his other hand between her legs and felt her up. The adorable child quivered, but she didn't offer to pull away from his intimate caress. Quite the contrary, she snuggled her feverish little mound into the curvature of his hand and rubbed her cleft enticingly against his palm. Her little girl's pussy scorched his palm through its thin covering of secretion-moist nylon. He tightened his hold, letting the tip of his middle finger probe her dimple of an anus while he fondled her crotch with all the tenderness of an ardent lover.

"Take it out… your penis!" the child urged. "Take him out and let me love him with my mouth! I want to lick him and kiss him… all over!"

"Jesus, I ought to have my head examined! We shouldn't be doing this, Kitty!" he protested, paying lip service to the dictates of society's morals, even as he gazed down at the eager visage of his young stepdaughter and yielded to her indecent plea.