Love and kisses, Daddy
Heart racing, I lifted the lid off the sugar bowl. There was another note inside. With trembling fingers, I opened it and read: BUY YOURSELF SOMETHING SPECIAL… MORE KISSES… DADDY. And inside the note, folded like a small Halloween trick or treat, was a fifty dollar bill.
Tears sprang to my eyes. Could it be, I wondered. Was he, after all this time, as he'd done the first time Mummy ran off with Tom, the time at the lake, preparing to bring his magnificent, swollen cock to me? The thought made me dizzy. I threw my arms wide, yelled and spun and danced about like a nitwit.
Abruptly I stopped. What would I buy, I wondered. A new dress? Something sleazy? Perhaps one of those kinky knit things Mummy always wore? No! I decided-I mustn't do anything to remind him of Mummy. A negligee!
Something soft and black and see-through… something to make him see and think only of me.
I raced to the bathroom and showered and brushed the grubby taste of Mr. George from my mouth. I flew to my room and dressed. I glided on winged feet from the house and waltzed happily down the street to the Simon place.
Debbie and Popsy were at it again. They were wrapped around each other, in Popsy's big bed, where, since the day we three christened the room, they'd been doing their thing. They were too absorbed to hear me come in or see me standing there. I leaned back against the doorjamb to listen and watch.
"Fuck!" said Popsy. "Sweet little cunt of yours smells like old tuna this morning."
"Shush up!" Debbie, her cute little ass in his face, six 'n 'nine as usual, took hold of Popsy's stiff, stubby cock, and mouthed the head. She moved her hips back to give him a better look at her gash.
"Ain't been washed," observed Popsy. "Spunky little sucker, you. After last night… fuck! No wonder you smell like a herring."
Debbie abandoned his log. "Thought you said tuna?"
"Fishy!"
"I'll go douche."
Popsy grabbed her ankle as she started off the bed. Debbie giggled and twisted. They wrestled. Popsy pinned her.
"Wanna fuck me again today?" asked Debbie. In reply, Popsy moved down and coaxed her legs apart with his bony knees. Again Debbie giggled. Again they became all arms and legs and abandon.
Astonished, I watched. How had she managed it, I wondered. Popsy, I knew, was dead set against straight fucking his daughter-was all tied up in Daddy's hang ups about incest. Yet there they were! Doing the thing; Popsy's pink doughy ass humping away, his log stoking Deb's twat as if they'd fucked hundreds of times before. I was amassing an uncanny respect for Debbie's seductive ability. She was full of hotsy surprises; first Daddy, then Mr. George-Mr. Levine, too, I wondered-and now…
"Fuck, that's some good pussy!" shouted Popsy. "Sweet little mother dick snapper, you. Never thought I'd be pokin' ya there. Never thought! Never thought!" He covered one button tit with his open wet mouth and humped.
"Don't… wow! Go so fast," breathed Debbie. "Fuck!"
"You'll… holy cow! You'll come too soon, hey. Like last night. "Member? Slow down some."
Popsy's hips churned less furiously. They lay with their feet toward the door and I could see every stroke, every ripple along the inside of Debbie's young thighs. She had grown a complete mat down on her pert little pussy, short and curly blue-black hairs, an adorable wedge. Now it glistened with sweat. And her bright pink gash spewed juice on the sheet each time Popsy backed off to thrust.
Despite the soreness, my cunt began to tingle.
I had to restrain myself from reaching for the hem of the mini. But today, tonight in particular, was going to be special, I reminded myself… recalling the sweet words, the promise Daddy had left me. I still couldn't believe he actually meant to fuck me, couldn't believe he had overcome the incest thing which Popsy apparently had come to grips with. But whatever he wanted, whatever the promise entailed, was okay by me. Just so it was Daddy. Just so I could again hold his long, veiny cock, kiss it, suck it, drink the cum from his nuts, and know that he loved me.
A bit envious, jealous and happy for Debbie at the same time, I watched her wiggle and buck her slim hips beneath Popsy. He grunted. She cooed and sighed. They fucked slowly, lazily… as if nothing in the world mattered except reaching orgasm. I moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. For although today was special, mine and Daddy's day, it was a long time 'til nightfall.
Popsy paused, little uncircumcised cock suck deep in Debbie, to blink at em. "Fuck! There she is. Pretty cocksucker, you."
Debbie's bright eyes smiled up at me.
"Boy!" I said. "Thought you two were strictly oral genital. When did all this happen?"
"Last night," explained Debbie. " 'Course we still dig sucking and like that, but last night Popsy was telling me about how him and the old lady used to screw. Wow! You should've been here, Kat. He got so fucking hotsy about it he slipped it to me before either of us knew what was happening. 'Course I helped some. I wouldn't let 'im stop talking 'til it was too late. And once he had me shafted… wow! He liked it so much, my tight pussy, I mean, the National Guard couldn't have stopped us if they'd barged in-tanks and all!" She reached down to fondle the roots of the cock in her belly. "Right, Pops?"
Grinning like a fool, Popsy blurted, "Fuck, yeah!"
I thought it was darling. Debbie and Popsy were the perfect example of why Daddy's weird Incest hang ups were so utterly foolish. I told them so. "And don't stop on account of me" I said, pushing down on Popsy's ass to get him started again.
They resumed the slow, delicious rhythmic fuck motion. I moved to the foot of the bed where I could see everything. I watched Popsy's wet dick slip snugly in and out of the tiny slit below Deb's new fur coat. I watched their assholes wink… as if sharing a joke with me. I watched Popsy's cute hairless balls slap the smooth cheeks of his daughter's round ass… retreat, slap, retreat.
Unable to resist any, longer, I moved my hand up the inside of Popsy's leg and cupped his pink cubes. He squealed.
"Don't stop," I repeated, enjoying the feel of my fingers brushing Debbie's hot crack with each poke. I kicked off my heels and, lying down on my belly between their widespread legs, brought my face to within inches of the action. It was a kinky idea. We had never before done it that way-sucking and fucking together. So I waited until Popsy pulled back for a lunge, then darted my tongue across the underside of the roots of his cock.
Popsy shivered. "Suck it sweet fuck down there," he whispered weakly.
Debbie raised her knees high. "Do me, too, Kat. Lick the bottom part of my pussy."
I tried to oblige, but her cunt was too low and I couldn't get my face under the space between Popsy's shaft and the sheet. I studied the situation for a moment. Suddenly I remembered how Tom had used the pillow to elevate my behind. "Hold it," I told them, doing as Tom had done -propping Debbie's round, tender ass, like a split melon, on a pillow from the head of the bed.
"Wow!" breathed Debbie, holding fast to Popsy so he wouldn't slip out. "That's the greatest! Now I can feel his prick all the way up in my belly button."
"And now I can do you," I said.
Popsy, who now was kneeling motionless legs wide apart to give me room to work-between Debbie's spread thighs, reached back to guide my head under the leg bridge: He pushed my face against Debbie's rear split. My hair tickled his cubes, his buttocks. He squirmed about above me while I teasingly tongue both of them."
Debbie, too, soon began to squirm. "Fuck out my cunt" she told Popsy. "Katty… Oh! Yummy! Do me, Popsy. Ow! OW.
Panting loudly, Popsy began to hump: I licked the base of his pistoning shaft, Debbie's asshole and lower cunt, as they screwed. The smell was fantastic; cock, pussy and asshole, filling my sinuses. But Popsy was sure right about Debbie, I thought. She smelled like herring for sure, and as her twat became sloppier, stretched and sopping, spewing its love juice all over the place, I began to have doubts about my face being down there.