Popsy took care of that. Making noises like a rutting boar, apparently nearing a nut, he closed his legs on my neck. I was trapped. "Fuck off!" I bellowed.
It did me absolutely no good. I might as well have been talking to myself. For now Popsy and Debbie were lost in the red haze of lust… Debbie whining her sweet little love noises… churning her bottom as if her hips were being driven by a high-speed reducing machine… Popsy grunting and squealing his semi-coherent dirty words.
I made the best of it. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Sloppy, yes, but kind of kinky and cool. I drove my middle finger up Debbie's behind, closed my fist on Popsy's pink balls, and continued to lick.
"Fuck-a-suck-coming!" roared Popsy, planting the last inch of his stub in Debbie's bush and squeezing my head unmercifully between his tense legs.
"Wowwwwwww!" cried Debbie.
Ooodles and oodles of cum blasted off in my face. It spurted from Popsy's pink cock buried deep inside Debbie's gash and poured out like a stuffed drain being plunged. It covered my chin, dripped down. It soaked the sheets. It got caught in the sparse hair of Popsy's cubes, formed tiny cum droplettes, and hung there until I licked the last one away.
After Popsy had spurted the last blast, his legs grew slack, and I hastily scrambled out from beneath what had seemed like a waterfall of spunk. I used the edge of the sheet to wipe my face. I glared at them. I sniffled. I huffed. "I liked it better when you two were just sucking," I finally hollered.
When Popsy had left for work, patting both our behinds before dashing out of the house, I let Debbie read Daddy's notes and we sat for over an hour discussing the possibilities. By then, it was too late for school. We decided to cut classes that day. For aside from not wanting to deal with Mr. Hotsy Levine, Vic, and all the other boys who now knew I put out, there was extra-special shopping to do.
We went to a matinee movie, prolonging the delicious anticipation of buying my negligee. It was mid afternoon by the time we came out. We spent the rest of the day going from store to store… trying on something here, window browsing there. Until finally, as if it had been placed there especially for me, a mannequin wearing a gauzy black cloud appeared.
"There it is," I whispered, hands pressed to the plate glass window. "Daddy'll flip, go absolutely crazy when he sees me in that."
We rushed into the store, made the purchase, and stepped out into the first hint of dusk. I was lightheaded. For I knew, although I still couldn't actually believe it, that Daddy, wonderful Daddy, with his long insatiable cock, was going to abandon the guilt, untie the knots in his head, completely forget I was his KittyKat-Kathie, and make wild, passionate, insane groovy love to me.
"It's simple," said Debbie as we waited for the bus. I had told her about Mr. George, about what he'd said about her, and about all the trouble I'd been having lately with Daddy. "Mr. George was like that, too," she continued. "He didn't want me to suck him off at first. "You're too fucking young!" he said. "Dickheads! A baby!" Ha! I told him a thing or two! What it was is he had the same kooky incest thing… like your daddy, I mean. They're all like that at first. Know what Mr. George said when I asked him to take it out?"
"Uh-uh."
Debbie giggled. "Well, there I was-all bent over the fender with my behind on his cock. And wow! Did he ever have a monster! It was halfway up my belly even with clothes on. Holy wow… did he ever want to fuck! But when I told him it was okay, that I wanted him to, he said, 'Shit! I'm old enough to be your father!' See?" She brushed a lock of hair from her brow. Wide-eyed, she grinned at me.
Fucking Debbie seemed to know everything! I thought. And all fucking grown-ups were dopey! I made a mental note for the book: ALL GROWN-UPS ARE DOPEY!
"How'd you make Popsy do you?" I asked, compiling ammunition to go with the negligee.
"Oh, that was easy," bragged Debbie. "I wouldn't suck him off… for two whole days! Then, last night, I got him all dopey with talk about screwing Mother. Wow! You should've heard! I never even knew they fucked. Mother was always telling me cover this, cover that! And all the time she was fucking Popsy in the bathtub, on the floor-all over the place. So when I got Popsy talking about it, with a two day hard-on and all, he forgot all about suck ing. Honest, Katty-he was like a caveman. Brutal! Yummy! You should've seen. He half carried, half dragged me upstairs, threw me down on the floor, and in three seconds flat, if that long, had his cock out of his pants and under my skirt and into my twat. Wow!" Again she giggled. She thrust her hips… as if she and Popsy were doing it right there at the bus stop. "He was so kinky about it," she added, "he kept calling me Mother's name all the time we were screwing."
I saw the bus in the distance. Lovingly I clutched the box containing the black negligee. I was all fluttery inside. "Just think," I told Debbie. "If Daddy bangs me tonight, and if Mummy doesn't come home, and if nothing else happens to fuck it all up again, you and me and Popsy and Daddy-all four together-can take turns sleeping over and really have fun."
"Super wow!" agreed Debbie.
The last breath of daylight was waning when I said good night to Debbie, and, nipples erect with longing, cunt wet with anticipation, entered the house. Inside, too, it was near dark. I recalled the night I came home to find Daddy and Mummy sprawled on the bed in the master bedroom, and stood at the door watching them do their thing. My pulse quickened. For now just as on the night Mummy had her lovely face raped-the bedside lamp in Daddy's room, a faint, diffused glow, was the only sign of life in the quiet house.
I started for the master bedroom, stopped. I thought for a moment. The package containing the negligee seemed suddenly heavy. Abruptly I crossed the living room and tiptoed down the hall to my own room.
I undressed slowly, the headboard lamp at my back, pausing before the dresser mirror to admire my firm young body as each garment fell. I fondled my breasts. I looked over my shoulder to see myself in panties, then without, tightening my buttocks, watching them jiggle, standing with legs wide apart. Daddy adored my plump ass. Of course, he liked other things, too -my pert breasts, which had' grown half an inch since the day at the lake, and the sweet little triangle of kinky black curls atop and between my full, anxious white thighs. But my ass, the tender half moons of flesh even I adored, naked or clothed, held the power of making his dick rise faster and harder than anything I knew.
Shivering, I perfumed my body with cologne I'd snitched from Mummy because it was Daddy's favorite. I massaged it into my tits, over my lower belly, and, most especially, in the tight curls of my pussy. I rubbed some in the crack of my ass and almost giggled. It tickled… until a drop slid down to my shitter and made me jump around, trying not to yell.
"Just for you, Daddy," I whispered while unwrapping the package containing the black negligee. I held it up to the lamplight. It was perfect; see-through without the jacket like second piece, but tantalizingly "almost transparent" with the sleazy over piece on. I closed my eyes, held it to my cheek. I could imagine Daddy's reaction when, smelling like fresh-cut roses, I glided into his bedroom.
Moments later, I stood at the open door. Daddy appeared to be sleeping. He lay flat on the bed, long, powerful legs crossed at the ankle, forearm resting on his brow. I drew breath through my teeth. The lips of my pussy grew tight. I could see his magnificent cockhead -pink, already hard-at the leg band of the shorts.
"Daddy?"
He stirred, but his eyes remained closed. Was he dreaming of me, I wondered. Did he, at that very moment, inside his head, have that lovely hard cock in my belly? Dizzy, the pneumatic thing in my chest pumping a frenzied love chant, I moved to the foot of the bed. My cheeks burned. Goosebumps popped out on my flesh. Now I could see his nuts, pubic hair, and thought sure I was going to faint before he touched me.