"Oooooo, yes, Hal, darling," she cried, "Eat meee…"
Brenda surrendered herself to the indescribable pleasure of having her pussy licked and sucked. Hal was superb at it, the best she'd ever known. She chuckled to herself as she thought of her worries a week ago, how she'd wondered if he was any good in bed. She certainly had no doubts on that score now.
His thick scalding tongue snaked up her aroused wet cunt, and again she cried out shrilly. She knew it wouldn't take her long to cum, not with that expert tongue-fucking of his.
"Yes, yes," she whined, "Eat my pussy, darling!!! Oh, yes, Hal, yes!!!"
Debby watched carefully to see exactly what Hal was doing to her mother. It was what he'd done to Debby earlier, using his mouth and tongue between her legs. Debby shivered with horny envy. She wished so much that she was in Brenda's place, her legs thrown wide open, Hal's thick wet tongue working furiously in her cunt.
She'd have to settle for the next best thing. She rubbed her hard aroused clit briskly with her fingertip, keeping her eyes on the adult scene. It turned her on so much to see Hal licking Brenda's pussy that she began to cum unexpectedly.
"Oooooo," she gasped.
Her knees went rubbery with pleasure, and she tumbled into the bedroom. Fortunately it was carpeted, and her fall was soundless. Brenda was squealing so loud, nobody heard Debby cry out, either. She frigged her hot little clit till her delicious spasms had passed, then sneaked back to her room.
She had made up her mind. All this foreplay was fun, but she wanted to know about the real thing, the big thing. Tomorrow, when Brenda went to work, she was going to get Hal to fuck her…
CHAPTER SEVEN
"How'd you tear your costume?" Hal asked.
That afternoon he happened into the bedroom and found Brenda sewing up the red fringed panties of her waitress' costume.
Brenda blushed hotly. She had a vivid image of last night, Denton tearing the panties right off her, throwing himself on her, thrusting his hard long cock into her. Wicked pleasure rippled through her body at the recollection. She felt so ashamed…
"Oh, just some stupid drunk," she said. "They're always grabbing at you."
Hal's face got red, too – with anger. "Damn it, Brenda, I wish you'd quit right now, just forget about that last check. I don't like you being manhandled. I don't want anyone else to touch you."
"Darling, don't get upset," Brenda said soothingly. "I'll be quitting tomorrow. I can take two more nights of it."
Could she take two more nights of Denton, though? Now that he'd had her, now that he'd made her respond to his fucking, he'd surely try again. Brenda didn't know what she was going to do about that.
"All right," Hal said sullenly, "but I don't like it."
She kissed him. "It'll be okay," she said. "I can handle it." She sounded a lot more confident than she felt.
She got into her costume and put on her coat and prepared to leave for work. Debby was sprawled on the couch reading a magazine. Brenda leaned over and gave her a kiss. She looked fondly at the girl. Debby was such a nice child.
"See you later, honey," said Brenda. "Take good care of Hal."
"Oh, I will, Mom," Debby said sweetly.
She went to the big picture window and watched her mother drive away. Debby loved her mother very much and would never have dreamed of hurting her, but she had no idea that Brenda would be upset if Hal and Debby made love. Debby had no notion of jealousy or possessiveness. What difference did it make if she played with Hal when Brenda wasn't home? If she didn't, his skills would be wasted. It was as simple as that to Debby.
She marched down the hall to the master bedroom where Hal was stretched out on the bed, reading. He looked puzzled when she walked in and started to undress.
"What are you doing, Debby?" he said, blushing.
"Taking off my clothes, silly," she said calmly. "Why don't you get undressed, too, Hal?"
"Why?" he said.
Debby sighed with exasperation. Really, grown-ups could be so dumb. "So we can make love," she said.
Hal's rugged face got even redder. Apparently Debby assumed they were just going to pick up where they left off last night. Apparently she'd never heard the words "incest" or "adultery" or "statutory rape". She couldn't have had any idea, either, of how guilty Hal felt about what they'd been doing. He'd have to explain it all to her.
She'd kicked off her shoes and was unzipping her jeans when he spoke.
"Debby," he said, "I have to make you understand. We can't go on doing those things. A man can't make love to his own daughter, and he can't do it with a girl under eighteen. It's against the law."
Debby shrugged. "So what?" she said. "If nobody knows about it, there's no problem."
"But, Debby…" said Hal.
"But what?" she said impatiently.
What indeed? She was right – if nobody knew about it, nobody would get hurt. As long as they kept it a secret, there'd be no legal trouble and Brenda's feelings wouldn't be hurt. Debby was being a lot more logical than he was.
One thing she couldn't talk him out of, though, was his guilt. He felt like a complete shit for ever laying a hand on her. His own stepdaughter, hardly more than a child – it was sick. He was violently attracted to her, yes, but that didn't make him feel better about it.
"I'm not going to argue with you," he said. "Maybe I'm not being logical, but I know how I feel. I feel like it's wrong, so we're not going to do it. Now take your shoes and leave the room. I'll come out and watch TV or play cards with you, if you want, but we're not going to make love, not now or ever."
Debby stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She thought he was really being silly. They'd had such a great time last night. He was cheating himself and her. She was deeply disappointed, too. Her little pussy ached for his fingers and tongue…
She saw by the determined look on his face that he wasn't going to be talked out of his decision. She'd have to find some other way to change his mind. She knew Hal well enough by now to know that once she got him turned on, he'd forget his silly ideas. She'd have to play it very carefully, though.
"All right, Hal," she said meekly, "if that's the way you want it."
She picked up her shoes and started out of the room. Just before she reached the door, she let out a piercing shriek.
"Help," she shouted. "Oh, Hal, help meee-e!"
Hal leaped off the bed and came running to her.
"Debby," he said anxiously, "what's wrong?"
"A bug crawled up my leg," she screamed, "a big old spider. I can't stand bugs, Hal, they drive me crazy. Oh, please, find it and get it off me."
The girl seemed hysterical to Hal, so he quickly ran his hand up the leg of her jeans, trying to find the damned bug. It wasn't on her right leg or her left. Desperately he unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. He felt her all over, inspected her, and still couldn't find the bug.
"It's in my shirt now," Debby said frantically.
Hal pulled off her shirt and ran his hands all over her, even over her little pointed, jiggling tits, but still no spider.
"Debby," he said urgently, "I can't find it."
"It's in my panties now," the girl wailed. "Oh, please, Hal, hurry."
He was no longer thinking about anything but calming her down. He couldn't stand female hysterics. He pulled her panties off fast and tossed them aside. No spider crawled out. Sighing, Hal rolled her to the floor, onto her back, and spread her legs. He flattened himself and stared into her crotch.
Somewhere around then he forgot his mission. Things became confused. He remembered he was looking for something, but he couldn't remember what. He was dazzled at the sight of her cute little virgin pussy, that completely hairless light pink slit. She looked so clean and delicate and delicious…