"Poor Daddy," said Debby Johnson.
Frank Johnson was seated in an easy chair by the fireplace, idly
glancing through a magazine and looking rather glum. His wife Jennifer
had gone to visit her sister for a week and, although she'd only been
gone one day, Frank was already beginning to feel neglected and lonely.
He was also starting to get horny.
Debby came over to stand behind his chair, placing her hands on his
shoulders. Debby was a teenager with sun-streaked blonde hair, big blue
eyes and a full, sensual mouth. Her body was ripe and nubile. She was
wearing a short skirt and a halter, leaving her midriff and most of her
shapely thighs bared. Smiling, she leaned forwards. Her full tits
rolled in the halter, the deep, smooth cleavage exposed, the stiff
nipples poking out in twin peaks against the stretchy material.
Frank felt her tits brush against the back of his neck as she bent over
his chair. He blushed. Christ, didn't the little minx realize how
easily she could turn him on?
"Don't worry, Daddy," she said. "I'll take good care of you while Mom
is away. I can cook and clean the house and--" She paused, an impish
look in her blue eyes. "And I can do just about anything for you that
Mom can you know?"
"You're a good girl," he muttered.
For some reason, Debby giggled.
Frank was well aware that her nipples were hard as she squirmed against
him. Those stiff tit tips were branding the back of his neck. He was
also aware of the fact that his prick was starting to get hard.
Blushing, ashamed of himself for reacting that way to his little girl's
touch, he pretended to be concentrating on the magazine. She looked
over his shoulder. It was a glossy men's magazine, and Debby found
herself gazing at a photograph of a semi-nude woman.
"Gee--you hadn't ought to be looking at stuff like that, when Mom's out
of town," she said. Her eyelashes fluttered demurely.
"Huh?" Frank said. He hadn't even realized what he was pretending to be
so engrossed in. Now he blinked at the magazine and quickly closed it.
"You'll make yourself all excited looking at naughty pictures, and
since Mom isn't here ..." She let the words trail off and gave a little
shrug that shifted her tits against him. "Why, Daddy! You're excited
Frank gulped, realizing that the girl had noticed the swelling in the
front of his trousers. He was mortified that she had noticed his hard-
on and amazed that the girl had been bold enough to mention it. But at
least she didn't seem to be disturbed by her discovery. She was, if
anything, amused, he thought.
"Errr--sometimes those things happen," he said.
"But what will you do about it?" she asked, sounding rather concerned
and solicitous. "I mean--will you have to find yourself a girlfriend or
pay a whore or what?"
"Debby! That's enough," he muttered, starting to feel distinctly
uncomfortable and all the more embarrassed because his daughter wasn't
embarrassed at all.
"Come to that, I wonder what Mom will do if she gets to feeling horny
while she's away," Debby speculated.
Frank groaned. He had been wondering about that, himself. Jennifer
wasn't the sort of woman who could go very long without fucking. He
didn't know if she had ever cheated on him in the past, but he doubted
her capacity for prolonged chastity. A whole week was a long time for
Jennifer to go without a fuck. She liked it at least once a day and
often more, a schedule that was very agreeable to Frank when she was at
home but worrying when she was away.
At the thought that his wife might be cheating on him, his cock tingled
and swelled more. The idea was painful, yet stimulating, too, in a
perverse fashion. Jealousy, he knew, was an effective aphrodisiac--and
the fact that his teenaged daughter was rubbing her tits against him
"Think she'll find a lover?" the girl said teasingly. "I bet she will."
"Debby, don't say such things," he rasped.
"Why not? I'm old enough," she replied. "I'm old enough for lots of
Incestuous images danced in his fevered mind. Frank shook his head, to
clear those disturbing fantasies away--and, doing so, rubbed against
her plump tits. He turned to stare at the girl as she hovered behind
him. She held his gaze, her own gaze searching and speculative.
"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" she asked, her voice
"What--what do you mean?" he asked carefully.
"Well ..." She hesitated and had the grace to blush slightly. "I mean,
you gonna jerk off, or what?"
Frank's mouth dropped wide open. It didn't surprise him that his
daughter should know about such things. After all, she was a very sexy
girl who had plenty of dates and probably had some sexual experience,
herself. Frank had often wondered about that, in fact--and fantasized.
Sometimes, while fucking his wife, he even pretended that it was his
daughter he was shoving the cockmeat to and, although he always felt a
little bit guilty afterwards, those incestuous musings certainly made
for an exciting climax.
But to have the girl come right out and ask him a question like that
was a different matter, shocking and sordid--and very, very
"Oh, come on, Daddy--I wasn't born yesterday," Debby said, amused at
Frank started to reprimand and admonish the girl, his jaw set tightly
and his expression stern. But his resolve wavered. His cock was set a
lot tighter than his jaw and the thought of discussing sexual matters
with the girl was intriguing. It was harmless, he assured himself,
rationalizing cleverly. Mere words weren't the same as acts and,
anyhow, a father certainly had the right to talk about the birds and
the bees with his nubile young daughter.
His face flushed, and he gave her a sheepish grin. "Well, it would be
better than having to find another woman and cheat on your mother, I
She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It's kind of a waste, doing it
for yourself. Oh, it's better than nothing. I know," she added, giving
him a mischievous wink.
Frank groaned, a flash of the sexy girl playing with her pussy blasting
into his aroused imagination.
"But I know you're used to lots of sex. I hear you and Mom fucking all
Frank might have blushed again, but by this time his handsome, lean-
jawed face was flushed so hot with arousal that it was impossible to
"And, since Mom is away and I have to take care of her duties--all of
her duties--" Debby continued, breathing rather hard now, those
splendid tits rising heavily in the tight-fitting halter.
She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, then moved away and came around
to the front of his chair. Frank eyed her warily, torn between
conflicting emotions. As her father, he was concerned by her suggestive
behavior but, as a robust man with a hard-on, he was thrilled.
Debby gracefully sank down onto the carpet in front of him, curling
onto one flank. She placed an open hand on his thigh, just above the
knee. Frank stared down at her. The front of his trousers was lifted so
high, by this time, that he seemed to be looking at her across the head
of his prick, as if it were a gunsight.
"Am I embarrassing you, Daddy?" she breathed.
"A--a little I guess," he said.
Her hand moved up an inch or two, then stroked back toward his knee.
The muscles in his thigh were jumping violently under her caressing
"I'm not embarrassed," she said, almost defiantly.
"Apparently," he muttered.
"I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, you know? When I come out
of the bathroom wrapped in a towel or when I'm kind of sprawled out in
front of the television--with my legs sort of open--"
"Jesus!" he hissed. His head was spinning. A sense of unreality had
fallen over the tormented man, and he wondered if he had fallen asleep
in his chair and was dreaming this whole erotic scene--and, if so, if
it was going to turn out to be a wet dream!
Her hand moved higher, toward his cock-bulge.
Frank raised his own hand, thinking to nip this in the bud. His hand
hovered over hers, open and trembling. Then it dropped back to his
side. Debby smiled triumphantly.
"I'm not a virgin, Daddy," she whispered.
He closed his eyes. "Debby--I'm your father! We mustn't make love!"
"Fuck, you mean?" she giggled.
"I guess not," Debby sighed.
Frank surged with divided emotions, relieved that his daughter had
agreed, yet grievously disappointed at the same time. The forbidden
fruits of incest were juicy in his mind.
But then the naughty nymph said: "But there are lots of other things we
Again her hand slid up his leg, her splayed fingers stroking close to
the top. His huge prick bucked like a bronco, threatening to burst
right through his trousers. He sprawled back in the chair, feeling
perfectly helpless, unable to resist anything. He was putty in her
hands. She was molding him like clay. She rested her cheek against his
thigh. He could feel the warmth of her breath waft up the inside of his
"Nice things, Daddy," she whispered.
Incest is taboo! his conscience screamed.
But his id, that clever definer of terms, asked: What is incest?
Fucking, certainly. But other things--those nice things at which she
hinted--were they, too, incest?
Stop this, Debby, he silently pleaded. But when he tried to speak, no
words came out. His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.
Then her hand moved across and cupped the bulging swell of his prick.
Frank gasped, his whole body vibrating. She gently squeezed his balls,
then traced her fingers up the outline of his elongated cockshaft.
"Ooooh--your prick is so big and hard Daddy--and your balls are so
full," she whimpered.
She drew her hand down his cockstalk. The contours of his swollen
cockhead swelled in his fly and a damp patch spread out as his piss
hole began to weep.
"Can I take it out, Daddy?" she whispered.
Did Frank try to shake his head in the negative? He willed his neck
muscles to do so--but he nodded, instead. I'll let her touch me, his
tortured mind decided. Just her hands--no more. That isn't really so
He stared down through slitted eyes, watching the lithesome teenager
fumble with the zipper of his fly. She drew the clasp down an inch or
two, then drew it back up. The zipper rasped. Frank's breathing rasped,
as well. Teasingly, she pulled the zipper lower. Tauntingly, she pulled
it up again. His cock was rampaging wildly in his pants, raging to be
free. Debby glanced up at him from the tops of her blue eyes, impishly
gazing through lowered lashes.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not a cock-teaser."
Then she pulled the zipper all the way down. Frank was wearing white
cotton briefs. His prick was trapped in them. It shot from his open
fly, shrouded in the white material, dragging the elastic waistband out
from his flat belly. Debby gazed at his groin for a moment, fascinated.
She opened the belt and unfastened the top of his pants. His fly fell
open in a wide wedge. Encased in the white cotton, the outline of his
cock and balls was fully displayed. Debby's face was close, and he felt
her breath drift over his thundering cockmeat. Where the head of his
cock bulged in his shorts, a slimy patch spread out. Debby cupped his
balls in her upturned palm, lifting them as if judging the weight of
She made a little purring sound, squeezing, feeling the hard balls
shift inside the hairy sac.
Her fingers traced up the underside of his cockshaft and her thumb
rubbed against the sensitive spot where his prick-knob swelled out from
The damp, sticky patch spread wider as more pre-cum seeped from his
parted piss hole.
Debby's face was a mask of desire now, her eyes narrowed and her
sensual lips parted and panting. She tucked her fingers under the
elastic of his shorts and tugged them out wide, pulling them down from
his rampant prick and tucking them under his balls, leaving all of his
"Gee--you got a lovely cock," she murmured.
Frank wondered how many cocks his sweet little girl had known before.
The thought tormented him. Was his daughter promiscuous? Did he want
her to be promiscuous? His conscience was losing the struggle with his
id and parental propriety was yielding to pure passion.
For a long moment, she simply looked at his cock and balls in
admiration. Her face was close to him. Just as he could feel her warm
breath on his cockmeat, he knew she could feel the heat of his pounding
prick waft into her radiant face. Her blonde head tilted from side to
side as she studied his cock from all angles, intrigued.
Her left hand slid up and cupped him under the balls again, fondling
them gently and lovingly. Frank thought that he could actually hear his
massive cum-load slosh around inside his balls as she caressed them.
She folded her other hand around the thick root of his cockshaft,
squeezing, moaning when she felt that iron-hard fucker throb in her
fist. His prick was so fat that the girl could barely span it in her
Her fist skimmed up lightly, just brushing over his hot cockstalk. His
cockmeat was so hot that the randy little minx half expected it to
blister her palm and singe her fingers. She tightened her grip and
stroked again, very slowly. As her fist pulled up, his foreskin curled
over the ledge of his swollen purple cockhead, and when she pulled back
to the hilt that cockhead flared out wide.
She was staring at him so intently, so longingly, that Frank felt he
could feel her gaze burning into him, branding his flesh like laser
beams. She pumped him again. His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped
wedge of meat. When she stroked down toward his balls, that slab loomed
out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. Cum oozed from his
cleft, all frothy and slimy on the flushed cockmeat. Debby rubbed her
thumb against the underside, where the dark, thick ventral vein spread
out under the prick-knob. Frank was groaning pitifully in a torment of
lust. His prick was so hot that as the pre-cum came bubbling from his
piss hole, it steamed away.
His daughter's head was lowered over his cock. A strand of golden hair
brushed against him, trailing across the slimy tip of his prick. He was
very much aware that the girl's face was only inches above his
cockhead, her eyes crossed as she stared at his fucker.
"Shall I lick it, Daddy?" she asked, her voice husky with lascivious
Frank gasped. He saw her moist pink tongue slide slowly across her
lower lip. His cock gave a mighty lurch. It seemed to be trying to
launch itself from his loins like a guided missile, flying up into her
Her head bobbed down. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his
cockhead, moist and hot and nimble. Frank saw a streak of his cock
slime on her tongue as she drew back.
"Yummm--yummy," she purred.
Debby dragged her halter down. Her fat, firm tits rolled free. She
arched her back and rubbed her tits against his cock and balls,
squirming delightfully. She cupped the plump tit globes together,
lifting them and deepening the cleavage, and his cock nudged in between
them. Frank humped up from the chair, fucking between her tits. Her
face was averted, watching his purple cock-knob squeezing from her
smooth tit tunnel. That bloated wedge skimmed up her breastbone and
nudged into the hollow of her throat, laying a slimy trail, like the
track of a snail.
Her tongue pushed out, curled. As his cock-knob slid from her cleavage,
she lapped hungrily at it.
She twisted from the hips, grinding her tits around on his prick as it
slid up and down, her blonde head ducking down to meet the looming
cock-knob. Her tongue laved all over his crown, slurping up the jism.
Her slobber poured down his cockstalk. Frank heaved, pumping his cock
between her tits frantically, almost ready to get his rocks off.
But then Debby drew back.
Neglected for a moment, his prick jerked alarmingly. His cockhead was
gleaming atop the thick cockstalk.
"Wanna come, Daddy?" the minx whispered.
"Yeah--yeah," he croaked.
"Wanna come in my mouth?"
"Oh my God--yes, Debby! Oh, shit!" Frank wailed, abandoned to lust, his
mind and body dazed so that only his fiery prick seemed to have
Debby, naughty little teenager that she was, knew damned well that
erotic words enhanced the action. Gazing bewitchingly at her father,
she said: "I'll swallow your hot, thick fuck-juice, Daddy--ooooh--I'm
hungry for your cum!"
But although the horny little cock-sucker was yearning for a bellyful
of jism, she was in no hurry for that creamy conclusion. Debby liked to
linger over a leisurely mouthful of cockmeat before she got to drink
the slimy rewards. With a skill that manifested plenty of previous
experience, Debby began to vary her oral technique.
Tilting her head, so that his prick skimmed up her cheek, she leaned
down and lapped at his balls. She kissed and sucked on those precious
balls that were soon going to feed her such a succulent load. His cock
slid up and down her cheek as Frank humped. Cum glistened in her hair.
She licked up his cocklance with long, flattened tongue-strokes,
fluttering her lapper at the underside of his cock-knob at the top. She
crossed her tongue back and forth against the swollen vein that seamed
the under-side of his cockrod, going up and down, licking his hairy
balls at the base and his crown at the top.
Jism poured from his cleft and trickled down his prickshaft. She
tongued it up greedily, her saliva replacing it. She leaned back again,
savoring his cock slime on her taste buds. Her throat pulsed as she
swallowed. She whimpered, her appetite whetted by that first taste.
"Do I do it as good as Mom?" she whispered.
Frank, looking haunted by his horniness, frowned. "How--how do you
know?" he rasped.
"That Mom blows you?" Debby said. Her grin was devilish. "Shit, Daddy--
she blows the mailman, and the guy that walks our dog, too."
A strangled cry burst from Frank's lips and his prick pounded like a
jackhammer. He stared at his daughter. Had she merely said that to
excite him, or was it true? Was his dear wife in the habit of giving
indiscriminate blow-jobs to all and sundry? It was a thing to ponder.
At the moment Frank could think of only one thing--emptying his bloated
balls into his pretty daughter's mouth!