"Hell, yeah. You oughta know, you bitch!" Giggling happily, they got into Janie's double bed and pulled up the sheets. Falling into each other's arms, they pulled each other close and snuggled up. Their breath intermingled as they drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
John Kelley hummed a tune as he went into the kitchen.
"Hi, honey," he said, kissing his wife on the lips.
"G'morning, John," smiled Alicia. "Ready for breakfast?"
"Hell, yeah," he said, sitting down. Then, eyeing his wife's great body he leered, "How 'bout a little ass, too? He-heh?"
His wife turned away, hurriedly snapping, "Now, John, I've told you that's supposed to be only for having a baby. Now, please. Stop bothering me about that. I let you have your way once a month as it is, you know."
"Yeah, okay," he answered, his voice catching in his throat. "Where's Janie this morning?"
Glad to change the subject, Alicia told him, "Oh, I think she's still in bed. Melanie left a little while ago and said Janie wanted to sleep late. Those girls are so nice, so innocent and young. They're pretty little things, too." She sighed.
John, his adrenaline rising, answered, "Heh, yeah, they are. Janie's a big girl now, though."
His mind whirling, he began thinking about Janie. She was growing a fine body, too. And her friend Melanie… yeah, she was looking real good, too, damn good! Too bad Janie was his daughter and Melanie her best friend. If things were otherwise… Oh, it hurt him to even think about it. He struggled to put the thoughts out of his mind as he finished eating.
Hastily getting up, wanting to get away from his wife, he muttered, "I'm gonna look in on Janie."
His wife hardly looked up as John hurried out, glad to get away from the frigid bitch. She looked good, but she was a block of ice when touched.
Approaching his daughter's bedroom door, he slowly opened it. His daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn't move. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.
He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter's body. The smell was good… soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn't put his finger on it. Then he spied the hairbrush on the floor.
He picked it up. It appeared normal with a few hairs clinging to it. Nothing unusual. Then he looked closer. The hairs were short and curly and looked like the kind of hairs that come from between a person's legs. John glanced at his daughter's sleeping form, wondering if he was right. If he was, then Janie had been fucking herself with the hairbrush handle. He began thinking. Melanie had spent the night so probably she had been in on it, too…
His cock started tingling. So, his young, innocent daughter and her equally young and innocent girl friend had been playing with each other! He wondered exactly what they'd done.
The air in the room stirred and Janie sleepily opened her eyes. Sensing the shift, she looked around. Seeing no one, she yawned and stretched. Her body glowed, fresh and alive. Her cunt sent a wonderful glow radiating through her body, letting her know it was still there. She looked down and noticed that her nipples were standing straight up. She had awakened horny, as she usually did nowadays.
As she rolled over, her glance fell on the hairbrush. It was still where it had fallen, apparently. Something stirred between her legs and she knew that she had to have it inside her.
Her breath quickening, she scurried out of the bed. Scooping up the brush, she lay back down and threw her legs over her head. With one hand she pulled her cunt open and in no time she had the handle rubbing up and down her pussy slit.
She gasped at the touch of cool rubber against her hot cunt. Chills rushed through her body. She pushed it gently between her pussy lips and it sank into the gap. Slowly, she rubbed it up and down her pussy slit. Touching the rim of her swelling pussy hole, she circled it with the handle. Her fuck juices smeared all around her cunt. Then she slid the handle back up her slit and found her clit with it.
She lurched at the touch. Her clit was engorged and it throbbed in want. She then massaged around the sensitive flesh, circling it sensuously. Her clit screamed for a touch, but she controlled her desire. It was all she could do to resist, but she slowly kept teasing herself between the legs with the hairbrush handle.
Janie gradually worked the handle back down her cunt slit in little up-and-down movements, each downward stroke bringing the handle closer to her juicing pink hole. By the time she reached the rim, she was quivering. She wanted it in her pussy! And she was going to have it there, too!
She pulled her cunt lips wider, moaning. Gently, she pushed the handle against the cunt hole and her pussy began spreading. She pushed more firmly and the hole opened ever so slowly. She worked the handle in and out a little at a time. She inhaled, relaxed and pushed in with one long, smooth motion. The brush handle sank deeply into her cunt as chills filled her mind with goodness.
"Oooohhh… Mmmmm!" she cooed.
Her pussy lips were stretched taut around the handle. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the feel as her pussy got used to it. Then she put her feet flat down on the bed and pulled them to her asscheeks. Her pussy was wide open and ready for fucking.
Slowly, she pulled the brush back out. But before the tip emerged from the depths of her cunt, she pushed it back in. Rippling through her spine, pleasure filled her brain. She pulled the brush back, then drove it deep in once again. It got better and her hand began to pump steadily. She spread her legs as far apart as they could go and settled down to do business. As she got into it, she gradually began fucking herself faster. Her cunt began taking control of her brain. It directed her hand to fuck and fuck it did, faster and harder.
She pushed the handle deep, groaning. Digging hard, she churned the slick insides of her pussy. Swiftly, she snapped it out, then before her pussy had time to close, she jammed the handle deep between her cunt lips. Each time she made her narrow cunt split open, a grunt shot from her throat. Repeatedly, she pulled the brush out and then fucked herself deeply with it. When her cunt was a sloppy, wet mess of fuck juices, she turned her attention to her swollen clit.
By now, her clit was blood-engorged and throbbing mightily. It hung between her swollen cunt lips, huge and fleshy. It commanded her left hand to frig it and the innocent young girl could not disobey. Nor did she ever entertain such a thought, either. Automatically, her magic fingers began their nimble dancing. Her grunts turned to whimperings as she melted in ecstasy. Three fingers swirled around her clit in a delicious massage. The tender flesh surrounding it was manipulated this way and that. Without realizing she was doing it, her hips began gyrating. Her fingers massaged more quickly. Then she flicked her fingers lightly over her clit. She bucked. Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, fuck, yes! Her breathing became faster and faster. Her feet lifted off the bed and the handle dug deep. Ohhh, it was good!
Just then a movement caught her eye. Startled, she turned. Her jaw fell open. She stared, shocked. It was her father!
John Kelley stood there for a moment, absorbing the shocking scene. There was his daughter on the bed, totally naked, her nipples puckered up. Her legs were thrown high and spread wide and her cunt was dripping wet, swollen and red. She was… she was fucking herself with her hairbrush! John was almost speechless, but as he hungrily stared at every minute detail of his fine young daughter's hairless body, he recovered. So, he had been right! His cock immediately stiffened against the front of his pants.
Her body was smooth and flawless. There wasn't a mark on it. Her flesh was pink, glowing with health. Her body was firm and slim, her legs long and slender. Her feet were dainty and pretty and her pussy was small, downy and soft. Now it was wet, reddened and swollen wide open. He knew what he had to do.