Susan started enlarging her game, expanding her horizons. She was growing up, after all, and experimenting with her body was a natural thing. She wanted to see what she could do, what she could get away with. She wanted to find out what would please her. And what would please her daddy.
She started out with simple things. She would stretch out on the couch, with her feet toward her father. During the course of the evening, she would lift her knees up. Her skirt would fall up around her thighs, and, when she casually parted her knees, she would expose the ass and crotch of her white cotton panties.
Her father seemed to love it when she did that. She would glance at him, and see the rapt expression on his face. He was lost in the whiteness of her panties, lost in some lusty dream of his own. She would glance at the pillow on his lap, and watch his hand pumping away beneath it for a second. But then she had to look away, so he wouldn't guess she knew what he was doing, and wouldn't know she was showing off for him.
One evening, more excited with her game than usual, more horny herself than usual, she tried something new.
As she rested there on the couch with her short skirt riding high around her waist, her lovely little knees spread wide, one against the back of the couch, one resting down on the seat, she slowly and absently let her hand reach down and cup her cunt mound, right through the material of her white panties.
Her fingers traced lightly along the leg-bands, as though to ease the tightness. Then she wiggled and shifted on the couch, pretending she had forgotten there was anyone else in the room, and stuffed her hand right down under the waistband of her panties.
She sighed and rested like that for a long time, working her fingers now and then as she stroked the utterly hairless mound of her fresh young virgin pussy.
Her father was breathing very heavily by the time he got up and went into the bathroom.
Susan considered that experiment a total success.
It gave her even better ideas, too.
The next night, she tried something even more daring.
Before she came down from her bedroom to watch television, she took her panties off completely.
She lifted her knees and spread them. Her skirt fell high around her little waist, exposing her bare young pussy.
She cupped herself.
She stroked her fingertip right down between the puffy lips of her bare and hairless little cunt.
She found that lovely little spot that made her feel so wonderful.
She began pushing at it, rubbing gently.
She began squirming on the couch.
All the time she played with her little pussy, her father watched in fascinated awe.
When he covered his lap with the pillow, little Susan flushed hotly, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, "Don't do that, Daddy."
The man's eyes shot wide open, and he blushed bright red. But little Susan smiled at him, and kept her finger working at her clitty.
"Don't cover your cock," she said, her voice small as she tried her best to sound sexy. "Let me see it."
Her father sat there, stunned out of his booze-ridden fog.
"I'm letting you look at me, so it's only fair that you let me see you," the little girl said, with innocent logic.
Her father gulped hard, but said nothing. Slowly, he unzipped the front of his pants and reached inside. He hauled out his prick.
Susan stared at the thick hard rod of her daddy's cock for what seemed like hours. Her fingers froze in her cunt. She just rested there, looking at that wonderful amazing thing – her father's great big cock.
"This isn't right," her father finally managed to whisper.
But Susan shrugged.
"I like it," she said casually, totally unconcerned with any larger moral issue.
"Do you like mine?" she added, lifting her hand away from her naked cunt.
She smiled happily as her father nodded. It was the only response he could make.
His cock was steel-hard. His balls hurt like hell. He wanted to fuck something tight and deep and hot. But not his own sweet little girl. Not his very own Susan.
But he couldn't take his eyes from that delightful little cunt. He stared at her sweetly moist and totally hairless cunt mound, at her fresh young mound of virgin pussy meat.
He sighed hard.
Susan was caught up fully in her game. This was great fun, she thought. She was really pleasing her daddy, and she felt really good herself. It felt nice, letting her father see her pussy naked like this.
Then suddenly she thought that maybe he would like to see more.
While her daddy stared at her quivering little pussy, Susan lifted her hands to her throat. She quickly slipped her blouse open. She shifted on the couch and opened her blouse completely, exposing her bare little tits, which were hardly more than bumps on her chest.
She sat up and took her blouse off completely.
Then she stood up, whipped the belt open around her waist, and pushed her skirt down to her bare feet. She stepped out of it, and stood there, stark naked in front of her own dear father.
She expected him to be delighted. She wanted him to play with his prick again. But this time she wanted to watch him jack off. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him happy again.
But her father suddenly became enraged. He leaped up off the end of the couch with a scream. "No!"
He stuffed his big cock back into his pants and jumped forward. He grabbed his naked little daughter by the upper arm and yanked her along beside him. He pulled her rapidly out to the garage.
There, he took off his belt and whipped her bare little ass so hard it flamed with red welts for a week.
He left her there in the garage, sobbing her little heart out, naked as the day she was born. He left her there, stormed back into the house, and went to bed, more frustrated than he had ever been in his life.
Susan crawled painfully across the littered cement floor of the garage and climbed onto a moldy old mattress in the corner. She sobbed and wept in anger and frustration. Why had her daddy whipped her? She was only trying to make him happy. She had made him happy, she knew she had. But something had made him very mad.
She was too confused to sort it, out. She cried hard. She laid out on the mattress on her tummy. Her little ass cheeks flamed with burning agony.
Then she shrieked. Something cool and wet had touched her ass.
She quickly got up onto her hands and knees and whirled around on the mattress.
It was a puppy.
A great big goofy-faced puppy.
She gulped her sobs to a stop, then reached out to touch the happy little puppy's bobbing head. The little doggie yipped and darted away, then leaped back, tail wagging so merrily that Susan forgot her burning ass.
"Hi, fella," she whispered. She held out her arms, and the doggie jumped into them. Susan sat upright, keeping her ass off the mattress or her own ankles, and hugged and kissed the doggie hard, loving him instantly, hoping she could keep him forever.
"His name's Tonto," Jimmy said.
Susan shrieked again.
"Jimmy! How long have you been out here?"
She cowered into the corner, trying to hide her nakedness behind the squirming little body of the cute puppy.
"As long as you have," the little boy snorted. "Boy, pa really laid into you, didn't he?"
"Shut up, you little creep."
"What'd you do that got him so mad at you?"
Jimmy walked over to the mattress and sat down. He patted it, and the puppy wiggled hard to get free of the little girl's arms.
"Stop that, Jimmy," Susan scolded, hugging the doggie so hard he couldn't get free. "He's mine."
"No he ain't yours," Jimmy said. "He's mine. He's all mine and only mine and not yours at all, not ever."
The boy scooted over the mattress and grabbed the puppy from Susan's arms.
"And why ain't you got no clothes on, either?" he said. He hugged the puppy tightly, nuzzling it with his cheek.