He moved his bulky weight from her naked loveliness. His chest was heaving. He gasped for breath. At his age these wild sessions took quite a bit out of him. A man could stand just so much. Turning to her, he sighed, sucked in a few deep breaths, and calmed down.
Inching forward, he kissed her tenderly, and whispered, "I love you, hon. Don't ever leave me again."
"I won't," she promised, a contented smile on her pretty, flushed face. She ran fingers through his mass of curly brown hair. "I'll never leave you again. Never."
Placing her warm hand on his limp cock, he suggested hopefully, "Maybe we can get this bastard up again tonight?"
Removing her fingers, she shook her head. "Un-unh. We're not about to wear you out in one night. We'll have plenty of time for that-now that we re back together. Let's just lie here and talk. After all, I've been gone a week." She snuggled against him, happy and content just to be back. To be near the man she loved.
"What'll we talk about?" he asked, sighing contentedly. She was so right. Another session like they'd just had and he'd be pussy-whipped. It was best to pace himself.
"Let's talk about that hateful daughter of yours.
He winced, and nodded.
Karen walked from her girl friend's house. She had enjoyed the talk she'd had with Angie, who lived in the next block. Angie was such a wise person, and she did have a bunch of wild magazines and books hidden away. Angie was almost a year older than Karen, and so much more experienced.
She frowned when she approached the driveway of her home. She stared hard at the car parked in front of the garage, where Bob and his buddies were still working.
It was Alice's car!
Her heart pounding and the blood rushing to her head, she went into the house. What the hell was her stepmother doing here?
She rushed into the living room. Empty. She zipped through the kitchen, dining room, den, and back to the living room. The lights were on in a few of the rooms, but there was no sign of Dad and Alice. She bit her lips. Her thoughts were troubled. Anguish built up. Her resentment for her stepmother boiled anew. She had no right coming back here. She should stay away after what had happened. She should divorce Daddy.
This wasn't her home. This place belonged to her, Daddy, and Bob. Alice had no business being here. She was an interloper. She should never have married Daddy in the first place. The thoughts raced through her mind as she raced through the downstairs looking for them. Tears misted her eyes. Damn her! Damn that big fat blonde hussy who had stolen her Daddy!
Her initial shock and anger wore off. Common sense returned. Logic took hold of her tortured mind. If they weren't downstairs, obviously they were upstairs. Maybe Alice had come back to get the rest of her clothes and things. This thought cheered her. She slowly went up the carpeted stairway leading to the second floor.
Noticing a light on in the master bedroom where the door was slightly ajar, she stealthily headed toward the room. Luckily, the hallway was covered completely with a thick carpet. She didn't make a sound as she crept up on them. She could hear voices.
Inching along the wall in the darkened hallway, she sidled up to the
partially opened bedroom door. By maneuvering around; she could peer in without being seen.
She craned her neck and focused her eyes at the dimly lit room. She saw the bed. She saw the two figures on the bed. She gulped and bit back a gasp of dismay at the sight that met her startled glance.
At the moment, the two lovers were sucking each other off. Alice was atop Daddy. She had his big cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking it. At the same time, he was nibbling at her cunt. It. was an awe-inspiring sight. One she had never witnessed before. She had seen pictures of similar action in some of Angie's magazines, but this was the first time she had seen it in the flesh.
She flushed and felt an urge to leave. Curiosity kept her there. She continued to stare with mounting awe at the unfolding scene. She saw Daddy ram his cock up Alice's ass. She saw Alice sucking Daddy's shitty cock. She saw them culminate their love with the hot fuck.
All during this action her thoughts whirled. It was an eye-opening sight. She flushed hotly when they finished and she heard them announce They would talk about her. That was her cue to leave. She didn't want to hear what They were going to say.
She stealthily slipped past the bedroom and headed for her own room. She eased in and flopped onto the bed. Her face was flushed. Her thoughts were raging torrents of discontent.
Uppermost in her troubled thoughts was the knowledge that she had lost her battle to separate Daddy and Alice. Her stepmother being in the house, being loved by Daddy, was a sure sign that she'd forgiven him. That she was back to stay.
Karen flopped onto her back and stared sorrowfully at the ceiling. Her well-laid plan had backfired. Daddy had been very cool to her the past week. He'd been filled with remorse and regret for what he'd done. Now this. Kissing and making up with Alice. It was the end.
Her thoughts turned to what she'd witnessed in the bedroom. She slid her hand down. She touched her moist cunt- It had generated moisture from watching the two lovers. She spread her legs wide and eased her finger around to her tiny, puckered asshole. She flushed. She had always thought this tiny hole had but one purpose. To shit through. Now, she knew it had another. She recalled the
sight of Daddy's huge cock sliding in and out of Alice's ass.
A tight smile came to her lips. Her agile, childlike mind began clicking. Maybe, just maybe, she could get Daddy away from that fat bitch he'd married. The thought was intriguing. She put her mind to work on the idea.
CHAPTER SIX
For the next few weeks, Jim was in seventh heaven. Alice had come back to stay. She had forgiven him. He was getting back into the familiar old groove, and he was happy. They took up the strands of their life as tough nothing had happened between them. The horrible night when he'd screwed his own kid receded into the back of his mind. He no longer thought of it, or mentioned
it. Alice, too, seemed to have forgotten the incident.
The best thing of all was the way Karen was acting. She seemed to have, changed her ways. She was no longer spiteful and hostile toward Alice. She was downright cordial, even pleasant with her. It was a welcome change from the way she'd been acting.
The new-found happiness almost hit a snag one evening. Alice was out on a visit to a friend. Bob was off somewhere, test-driving his old jalopy. He and Karen were alone in the house. It was the first time they'd been completely alone since that night. He had tried to arrange his schedule and Alice's so
He wouldn't be alone with his kid like he'd been before. This evening it had happened.
He was sitting on a couch in the living room watching television. It was early evening. He had on slacks, sports shirt, and slippers. He smoked a cigarette and idly watched the TV screen, while also glancing from lime to time at the evening paper during the commercials.
He looked up and frowned when Karen entered the room. She was wearing a short slip. It was all she had on. Under the fringe of the bottom of her lacy slip, he could see the tiny patch of cunt hair. Her tits pushed out against the top of the tight-fitting slip. The kid was practically naked.
"Oh-oh," he mumbled under his breath.
She flopped onto his lap, wrapped her hands around his neck, and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Hi, Daddy!" She grinned impishly. "Remember me? Your daughter?" She nuzzled her cute ass around on his lap until she felt his limp cock directly under her asshole. She wriggled her ass suggestively.
"Hi, Karen!" He tried keeping his voice nonchalant and casual. "What d'ya want, honey?"
Karen slid her slip up, showing him that she was, indeed, nude. She placed his hand on her tiny triangular mound of pussy hair. She moved his reluctant fingers around and about on her little hairy cunt. She spread her legs wide to allow him finger-fucking room.