Boy!
CHAPTER THREE
School began with the usual half day of hearing your name called and having all the new boys in class look up your skirt. I didn't mind that though. Me and Debbie had begun compiling notes for our book and had decided to devote an entire Chapter to voyeurism-with cocky Mr. George, whom we'd caught fucking half a dozen times since the night with Lois, in the starring role, and his partners, of course, and Mummy and Daddy, even Popsy, as bit players. Besides… I had by now begun to dig looking and being looked at. And there was one boy in particular-Vie something… an impossible Italian name-who really turned me on. He sat in front of me to the right, and spent most of the morning looking at my pussy.
By lunchtime, the end of the first day, I was sure the stiff thing in Vie's pants wasn't the pen he'd been dropping. The recess bell rang. The kids scrambled. I collected my books and started for the hall door.
"Kathie. Hey, Kathie."
I stopped. The last of the kids dashed past me. I watched Vie dodge around desks, peewee peg leading the way like a bird dog. He wasn't much taller than me, but was broader of shoulder than most of the boys in class, and dark, like Daddy, with exquisite, steady brown eyes, and hands the size of ping-pong paddles. It wasn't difficult to imagine those dark fingers groping under my miniskirt.
"I… ah… I was thinking maybe you'd let me walk you home? We could… ah… we could stop maybe for a Coke, if you want. Okay?" I waited for Mr. Levine to close his thick briefcase. He moved to where we stood. "Have a nice day," he said eyeing my tits. "Incidentally, Kathie, tomorrow I'm moving you up front. I like to seat my brightest pupils where they'll be sure to get everything."
Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't fooling around about him! Me and Vic watched him pass out the door and stop to talk with the stacked math teacher across the hall. I had never before considered the school as a place to gather material. Now I made a mental note to discuss it with Debbie. Perhaps we'd devote a Chapter to "sex in the classroom," with Mr. Levine whacking off behind hi's desk, I supposed, oogling snatches.
"Well? How about that Coke?" asked Vic.
"Fuck the Coke!" I told him.
Vic blinked. He seemed to be thinking, Chris sakes! She's all hot and ready to screw me. He looked about the empty classroom as if making doubly certain we were alone, cleared his throat, and said, "Then… ah… how about we go hang up our coats?"
I followed his hungry gaze to the cloakroom along the back wall. He'd have to fuck me standing up in there, I thought. My pussy twitched. It was a sensational idea. But there were other things on my mind at the moment. Mummy had gone to visit Grandma and Grandpa, I knew, wouldn't be home all day, and I was planning to take advantage of having Daddy alone…
I told Vic we'd do it another time and ran, heart thumping, down the hall and out the high front doors, into bright sunlight. I breathed deep of the fresh late summer air. I waved to horny Mr. Levine. I started for home, thinking it was sure great being a girl-with titties, a soft plump ass, and a hairy little love hole everyone but everyone! wanted to burrow in.
Everyone except Daddy, I reminded myself. He'd be waiting, I knew. Since the company he worked for had made him the district manager, he could come and go as he pleased, and spent more time at home than on the job. I was determined to make him want some of my pussy… just as I had made him stick his lovely dick in my mouth that first day at the lake.
Daddy was sitting on the sofa, pretending to read the sports page, when I pranced in. I eyed the cute tuft of hair at the neck of his sleeveless undershirt, the limp hose in his pants leg. Poor Daddy! I thought. He was trying desperately to forget what we'd done, trying to be true to Mummy. But the insatiable meat in his pants wouldn't let him forget. Already it was growing. The mere sight of me made it jump in anticipation.
I moved to the sofa, set my books down on the end table, and flopped with a sigh. "Isn't the air conditioner working?"
Daddy glanced from me to the front window. The cooling unit hummed smoothly. His gaze returned to me. He watched me pluck restlessly at the neck of my jersey top. The newspaper rattled. He said nothing.
"For cripessakes!" I wailed, furious, wanting to grab his stiffening cock and force it up my pussy just as he had forcefully taken Mummy's mouth. "You're not being fair! It isn't as if we never did it. Just look at you now." I pointed to his fly. Remembering what Debbie had said about him liking it on the sofa, her on top, I brought one knee up, giving him a good look at what he was missing. "Your dick is all hard," I continued, noting his furtive glance at my gaped-open thighs. "Admit it, Daddy. You can't forget. You want me. Now take it out and let me kiss it like I did in the car that first day at the lake."
"You're making me crazy again," roared Daddy, handsome face flushed. "Sex! Sex! Sex!
Is that all you think about? You're only fourteen, for Christ sakes. It never should have happened. They put guys in jail for screwing their own fucking daughters-in case you didn't know."
"I won't tell," I breathed, closing my hands around his huge bicep. He was so muscular. Both my hands together wouldn't fit around one upper arm. I glanced down at his crotch. His dick was super-stiff now, standing like a telephone pole inside the pants. My cunt ached. My asshole tightened. My mouth filled with hot spit.
"Knock it off, Katty. Jesus. I can't take you hanging all over me. My joint gets hard just thinking about you."
"My pussy, too. It's all hard and wet and open. Feel" I guided his hand to my open thighs.
"My God."
"Isn't it hard, Daddy?"
"No!"
"What then?"
"Soft. So fucking soft."
"Hard and soft should be together." I unzipped his fly, groped greedily inside. My small fingers closed right around. his cock. I gasped. A lump formed in my throat. It seemed to have grown even larger since last I'd held the shaft in my hand.
"Take it out, Katty. Kiss it." Daddy's fingers slipped beneath my panties. He closed his eyes, sighed, slouched down on the sofa.
Again I gasped, sitting abruptly forward as his stink-finger twisted up into me. I unbuckled his belt, undid the button. His pants fell open. I extracted his magnificent cock from the fly of the shorts, and bent to place my moist lips to the swollen glans. It jumped in my hand. Throbbed. I knew he wanted me to suck it. And although my pussy still ached to be stoked, now that I had his hard meat so close to my face, my lips fluttered open, mouth watering, and, on its own volition, it seemed, the enormous pink head glided perfectly in on my tongue.
"Jesus, that's good."
I sucked for a moment, loving the taste of him, then took my lips away. "Let's undress. It's more fun that way."
Daddy's finger slid from my cunt. He pulled me close, held me tight, my titties boring into his broad chest. His lips covered mine. I felt his hands at the waistband of my panties. The nylon cackled electricity as he slipped the undergarment off my hips, my thighs. Had I been wrong about him wanting a blowjob, I wondered. Was he finally, actually, after all this time, going to fuck me?
I wanted to shout yes! Fuck away! I was goosebumpy all over.
Suddenly Daddy released me. "Get your ass out of that thing," he ordered, indicating my tight jersey top. He stood to remove his clothes while I shed the last of mine.
Naked, thighs wide, working my clit with thumb and forefinger, I watched Daddy step out of the shorts. Mummy sure was lucky, I thought, envisioning Popsy's stubby uncircumcised cock and tiny cubes. Daddy's hefty equipment was altogether more appealing. The streamlined tip made socking him off ten times more exciting. And those nuts! When I held them in the palm of my hand, felt the wrinkled but soft texture, the wiry hair, the weight, there was no one in the world I loved more than Daddy.