ny means, but it was certainly big enough to be comfortable for the three of them. The move was happening this weekend, and on Saturday George treated himself to a large breakfast at the local diner to get ready. At his age, a day of moving furniture would take plenty of fuel.
George had rented a small truck for the move, and recruited his friend Bill to help. There were just enough big pieces of furniture that trying to do it any other way wouldn't have worked. They pulled up at Jeannie's apartment about 9:00 in the morning to get things started.
Jeannie was 34, about 5'4", fairly medium in size all around, dark hair and brown eyes.. She had nice sized breasts and flaring hips. Kylie was a typical 13-year-old, about five feet tall, skinny, without much in the way of curves. Her hair was naturally the same color as Jeannie's, but now it was more of an auburn color with lighter streaks. George noticed all of this as the day went along without paying too much attention to it. It registered mainly because it had been several months since he'd spent this much time with his family.
The move went quickly and smoothly. George and Bill took care of the larger items, the females handled the clothes, kitchen things, and some smaller furniture. A few things that weren't needed wound up in the garage, to be sold later. Once everything was pretty well organized, it was time for the standard ritual that caps off all moving days - pizza and beer. There was plenty of both. Jeannie even let Kylie have a beer, since she'd been such a big help with the move. Kylie managed to work it so that she actually got two, which left her feeling a little crispy by the time everybody finished dinner. Bill had hung around to have pizza, but then had to head home to his wife, so by about 8:00 that night, it was just the three family members.
Kylie said, "I'm going to go call Britney," and headed for her bedroom, leaving her mother and grandfather in the living room.
"I'm still a little worried about her, Dad," said Jeannie. "I know she seems to be taking everything OK now, but what's going to happen when school starts and she has to make all new friends because she's in a different district?" The move had been timed partly so that it would fall during Kylie's Summer vacation and not disrupt a school year.
"Oh, she'll be fine, Jean. We moved to a completely different city when I was in high school, and I managed to survive. And I wasn't anywhere near as well-adjusted as a kid as Kylie is. Besides, these days with their cell phones and MySpace and all that crap, she can still keep in touch with all her old friends if she wants to."
"Well, I suppose. I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
"That's right. And right now I'm just going to relax and have another beer instead of worrying about it."
*****
Kylie curled up on her bed in her new bedroom and called Britney. Brit was her BFF and had texted her that she needed to talk about Derek. Derek was the hot guy at their school, he'd just finished 8th grade, a year ahead of Kylie and Britney.
"Hey, Ky, how's everything? Move go OK?"
"Yeah, we're all settled in. Mom let me have a beer with dinner, and I snuck another one, so I'm a little buzzed. What happened with Derek."
"I ran into him at the mall, and he totally kissed me!"
"No way! Tongue?"
"Yes! And that's not all. He like felt me up, and he let me touch his dick!"
"He did not! You are totally a liar!"
"He did too! Here's what happened..."
As Britney began her story, Kylie felt an unfamiliar heat rising through her body.
*****
George finished another beer and said to Jeannie, "Well, I think I'm going to call it a day. Between the heavy lifting and the beer, I'm about worn out. See you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Dad." Most of Jeannie's attention was on the TV show she was watching.
Once in his bedroom, with the door locked, George started getting undressed, but made no move to go to bed. Instead, wearing only his boxers, he plopped down in a chair in front of his computer, and started browsing his collection of porn videos. (Moving the computer into the bedroom was one of the changes that had to be made with Jeannie and Kylie moving in. He couldn't be doing stuff like this in the living room any more.) George didn't check out porn a lot, not as much as some other guys he knew, but he was certainly no stranger to it. And tonight he needed something.
Maybe it was all the exercise of moving furniture around. He was no couch potato, but wasn't a world-class athlete, either. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe (although he didn't want to think about it) it was having two good-looking women (or one woman, one girl) in the house after so many years alone. Maybe it was just a good time for him. Whatever the reason, George was hornier than he had been in months, at least, and needed to do something about it.
George preferred "amateur" videos. He knew the people weren't really amateurs, but at least they weren't the dead-eyed pros just going through the motions for a paycheck. He found one with a woman in her mid-twenties who resembled a younger version of Jeannie, and got it ready to start. He pulled off his boxers, put on this headphones (didn't want anybody else hearing the video) and hit Play.
*****
Jeannie headed for her room not long after her father had turned in for the night. She was feeling nervous, and wasn't quite sure why. She had the same bedroom she'd had before she had moved out of the house, although everything in it was different. Still, there were lots of memories here, including losing her virginity to a neighbor kid at the age of 15. Now why did she think of that all of a sudden? It had been pretty much a disaster anyway. The boy was only 16 and a virgin, too, and neither one of them had really had any idea of how things were supposed to work. Jeannie had learned quickly after that first time. She didn't know about the boy... what was his name, David maybe? He'd been so embarrassed by the way things had gone that he'd barely ever talked to her again.
Jeannie suddenly realized that while she'd been thinking about her first time, she'd been undressing. Now she had nothing left on but her bra and panties. She checked herself out in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Surprised Dad hadn't taken it down. Probably never even thought about it. Jeannie had demanded it when she was about 12, so she could see how she looked.
Now, she didn't look too bad, if she did say so herself. Her hair was dark brown, medium length, framing a face that was slightly round, pretty, with an upturned nose and full mouth, small cleft in her chin. She no longer had the skinny girl's body of the days when David (yes, that was his name) had first stuck his cock into her. There was a slight swell to her lower belly that hadn't been there in years past, but she thought it looked sexy. She had fairly large, upturned breasts that still stood out. Or at least, she thought they did. She hadn't really looked lately. She reached behind her back, unfastened the clasp of her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Yes, they still stood out, maybe not as high as when she was 20, but there was no real sag.
Almost unconsciously, Jeannie raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them, rolling her fingers around them, massaging, squeezing lightly. God that felt good! Jack was an asshole, and useless for most things (like keeping a job), but he was always horny and was decent in bed, which meant that Jeannie had been able to stay satisfied most of the time. Since their relationship had deteriorated, though, she hadn't had any attention in several months. She'd been too busy worrying about her marriage falling apart to be concerned about her sex life. Now she could finally relax enough to do something about that. Still massaging her breasts, she walked over to her bed and lay down on her back, pulling off her panties in the process..
*****
Kylie had propped her pillows up against the headboard of her bed, and was half-sitting with her back against the pillow, as she listened to Britney tell her about the adventure at the mall with Derek.
"So, what happened at the mall? And don't
even think of lying to me!"
"Don't worry, I don't
have to lie. This was
so cool! I just like ran into him out at the mall by accident. He was with a couple of other guys that I didn't know, and when he saw me he was like, 'Brit, hi, can I talk to you for minute,' and he like dragged me off and said, 'Do you want to hang out with me. I want to get rid of these two dweebs.'"
"Oh," Kylie chuckled, "so he wasn't really interested in you, he just wanted an excuse to ditch the other guys?"
"Oh just be quiet and listen. You'll see. So he told these guys that he was going to hang out with me, and then he got like this really funny look on his face and said, 'So, do you want to go someplace where we can be alone?' I was all 'Yeah, totally,' but I didn't know where we could do that. But you know where they're doing all that remodeling shit there at the mall?"
"Over by the theater?"
"Yeah. He took me over there, and there's this little hole in the boards they've got put up around it, and we went back in there through the hole and nobody could see us. He was like, 'Brit, I think you're really hot and I want you to be my girlfriend,' and I was all 'Wow, Derek, I think you' re really hot, too,' and then he like put his arms around me and kissed me. He put his tongue in my mouth and we kind of wiggled our tongues around, and it was really hot and I started to feel kind of funny."
Kylie was starting to feel kind of funny by now, too. She wondered what it would be like to kiss Derek. Or to kiss any guy.
"So? What happened next?"
"He like grabbed my boob and started squeezing it, and I'm all 'What are you doing,' and he's like, 'Do you want to be my girlfriend or not?' So I shut up and let him keep doing it, and pretty soon it started to feel pretty good, except he was squeezing a little too hard, so I told him to take it easy and then it was better, but then all of a sudden he took his hand away and started trying to put it down my pants!"
"No fuckin' way!" Kylie was genuinely shocked. She knew things like that happened, but they weren't supposed to happen until you were older.
"Yeah way! I told him to stop but he just said, 'It'll feel good. Besides, you're my girlfriend now, right? That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do!' So I let him put his hand in my pants, and he like stuck it all the way down until it was inside my panties, then he put his fingers between my legs and starting rubbing me down there!"
Kylie found herself starting to breathe heavily. The thought of having a boy squeeze
her boob, or touch
her down there was having an affect.
"And he was right, it
did feel good. I started to get all hot, and I had this really funny feeling my belly." Like the one I'm getting now, thought Kylie. "And then he undid his pants, and he took his dick out, and I actually saw it! It was was all straight and hard. He made me put my hand on it and kinda... you remember when we had a field trip to that farm a couple of years ago and that guy was milking a cow? Well that's kinda what Derek made me do with my hand. And when I started doing that, then he took one of his fingers and stuck it into my hole!"
"Oh my god! What was that like?"
"It felt really good. I like can't even tell you how it felt, except it was really good. And he was kind of sliding his finger in and out of my pussy," (both girls were secretly shocked that Britney had used the word) "and I was pulling on his dick, and then he sort of shook all over and this stuff came out of his dick, it wasn't pee, it was something else, and then his dick got all soft and got smaller. He said, 'Wow, Brit, that was great!' and I said it was too, then he kissed me again, and he said, 'We better get out of her before somebody finds us!' And we went back out through the hole. And that was it."
"So, are you going to do it with him again?"
"Yeah, if I get a chance. Ky, it felt
really good when his finger was in me!"
They talked for a few more minutes, but Kylie got Britney off the phone as soon as she could. She had better things to do than talk to one of her friends.
*****
George watched as the woman in the video dropped to her knees and pulled the man's cock out of his pants, began licking and sucking it. George thought about how it would feel to have a woman's mouth wrapped around his dick again. It was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
He'd just have to make to with his own resources, and he proceeded to do just that, stroking his cock lightly with his fingers as he watched the on-screen blowjob. He was taking it easy so far, he didn't want to cum too soon. He wanted to make this last and enjoy it for a while.
Now the young woman was on her back on the bed, getting her pussy licked by her partner. The guy was tall and muscular, and appeared to be very good with his tongue. The woman was making very satisfied noises, and her pussy was definitely wet. George's cock was throbbing now, he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.
"Go on, man, fuck her, damn it!" he mumbled under his breath at his computer screen. As if listening to George, the man rolled the woman over, positioned her so she was leaning over the side of the bed, and rammed his cock into her from behind, fucking her mercilessly, doggy-style. George was stroking his cock faster now, feeling his cum start to churn in his balls. The camera angle on the video cut to a close-up of the woman's face, contorted in that pleasure that's so intense it's just this side of being pain. Somewhere in George's brain it registered that she really
did look like a younger version of Jeannie. Anything happening in his brain, though, was overwhelmed by the rush of his semen out through his cock and onto his naked belly, as his body bucked and jerked on the chair. After shooting all of his load, George relaxed for a few minutes, then stopped the video and took off his headphones. He made a trip to the bathroom, to piss and wipe the cum off his belly, then flopped down on the bed, still naked, anticipating the dreams that always came when he jerked off right before going to sleep.
*****
Jeannie stretched out on her back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly. She squeezed her breasts again, and moved her fingers up to her nipples, teasing them, then pinching lightly. She gasped, then bit down on her lower lip to keep from making too much noise.
Keeping her left hand at work on her breasts, she let her right drift down over her belly, her fingers tickling slightly as they brushed over her skin. Jeannie ran her fingertips up and down her belly several times, then let her hand drift down through her dark pubic hair to her crotch. She held her fingers flat and rubbed them over her slit several times, feeling her pussy start to get wet. Her legs involuntarily spread wider as she stimulated herself. She was starting to breathe more deeply as sensations coursed through her body that she hadn't felt in months, at least.
Jeannie brought her right hand up to her mouth and licked her middle finger, then sucked it deeply into her mouth. She hadn't sucked anything in a long time, and it felt good to have something in her mouth, touching her teeth, gums, palate; something to wrap her tongue around. And, even though the finger hadn't actually been in her pussy, she could smell and taste herself on it, and that excited her even more.
After sucking on her finger for about thirty seconds, she lowered her hand back between her legs. This time as she laid her hand over her crotch, she curled her middle finger, so the tip slipped between the lips of her pussy.
"Mmmm... yessss!" It had been so long since anything had entered her, she'd almost forgotten how good it felt. Down went her hand, her finger moving deeper inside her, her legs again spreading farther outward to give her hand more access. She pushed until her finger was completely inside her, then drew it out, slowly, scraping it across her clit as it came out.
"Aaaahhhh!" In again, then back out. In, and out. Jeannie felt her pussy getting wetter, felt her belly heave when her finger ran over her clit. She stopped, pulled her finger out and brought it back to her mouth. She sucked again, this time getting the full taste of her pussy juices. Her mind swam as she tasted herself. Jeannie had never made love to a woman, but if this was what it tasted like, she might have to add it to her list. Now the finger returned to her pussy, this time to be joined by a second. They drove in as far as they would reach, and Jeannie was getting hotter and hotter, but it wasn't quite enough. She needed something that would reach deeper. With her left hand she fumbled around on the table next to the bed, finally coming up with what she was looking for. Her hairbrush had a cylindrical handle, smaller than what she really wanted, but thicker and longer than her finger. She guided the brush between her legs, and thrust the handle into her pussy. As it entered her, she felt her pussy clamp down around it, and when she had the handle all the way inside, she discovered another benefit - the bristles of the brush rubbed against her clit, sending a shock rippling through her body. She began pumping the brush in and out of her pussy, thrusting her pelvis out against it as she drove it in. She had never fucked herself this way, and she liked it.
Her held tilted back, her eyes closed. She bit her lip again to make sure she wouldn't make so much noise that her father or daughter would hear and wonder what was going on. The noises she did make were low, back in her throat, almost animalistic.
"Uhnnnn... Uhnnnn... Uhn, uhn, uhn." Her pussy spasmed, squeezing hard against the hairbrush. She twisted it inside her, raking the bristles over her clit. Her legs clenched together around her hand and the brush, causing the bristles to dig into the skin of her thighs, intensifying her sensations. Her belly jerked several times, and she bit down hard on her lip now to keep from screaming, as the best orgasm she'd had in years surged through her body like a bolt of lightning.
She rolled over onto her side, and pulled the blankets up over her, drifting off toward sleep. She'd need a new hairbrush. And she might want to invest in some sort of dildo, too.
*****
Kylie's mind was working overtime, imagining how it must have felt to Britney, being with Derek that way. Even more, thinking about what it would feel like to have Derek's dick in
her hand, to have Derek's finger in
her pussy. Kylie pulled off her T-shirt, reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, freeing her budding breasts. She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezed them. She felt a tingle as her fingers coursed over her nipples. Experimenting, she pinched her nipples, and gasped at the feeling.
"Wow, cool," she mumbled under her breath, as she felt something warm and dark start to rise in her belly. With her left hand still massaging her breasts, she moved her right down, her fingertips tickling her belly lightly as they went. Her fingers reached the waistband of her shorts. She hesitated. She'd never done anything remotely like this, and if her mother found out, she'd be in big trouble. Then she thought about Britney's description of how Derek's fingers had felt. She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and let her hand glide down, inside her shorts, into her panties, her fingers brushing through the light downy hair that covered her mound. She spread her legs and allowed her fingers to run over the outside of her slit.
"Mmmm... Ahhhhh." She'd never felt anything like this before. She felt like her belly was on fire, and she clamped her lips together tightly to keep from making too much noise. Kylie rubbed her hand up and down over her crotch several times, moaning, then slowly pressed the tip of her middle finger against the opening of her virgin pussy. She wiggled her finger slightly against her pussy lips, then felt the tip pop through inside her.
"Ohmygod!" Her breath exploded out of her in a single blast. Her eyes widened, her pussy rippled, the muscles of her belly clenched and relaxed. It was the first time anything had ever been in her pussy, and it felt [I]incredible[/I]. Kylie slowly pressed her finger deeper into herself, amazed at how warm and wet her pussy felt around her finger, at how the walls of her pussy seemed to grip her finger as it moved into her. While her finger explored her pussy, she continued to massage her breasts with her other hand. Her body responded, her breath becoming short, tiny fingers of ice and fire alternately coursing over her skin.
"Ohhhh. Uhhhh." Her moans were becoming more pronounced. A little afraid of what she was feeling, she pulled her finger out of her pussy. It was wet, and the air made it feel cool. She raised her hand in front of face, moved it closer, smelled her own juices on her finger. Kylie snaked her tongue out, licked her finger lightly, tasting her own juices for the first time. The taste was sharp and sweet at the same time. She opened her mouth, took her finger in and began sucking her juice off. She'd heard older girls talk about taking boys' dicks in their mouths and sucking on them. She wondered if it was anything like this, if a boy's dick tasted anything like her pussy.
"Mmmmm, good," she moaned. No longer scared, only aroused, she moved her hand back down, pushed off her shorts and panties, and slid her hand between her legs again. This time as she spread the lips of her pussy, she slid both her index and middle fingers inside, unconsciously thinking that a boy's dick would be bigger than just her finger, at least, from what she'd heard and seen in pictures.
"Aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh." She began fucking herself with her fingers, slowly feeling the sensations coursing through her body intensifying with each stroke. She found that using the two fingers, not only did she open her pussy up wider, but she could reach farther inside herself, heightening the feelings even more. Then, as she pulled her fingers back from one stroke, she brushed against her clit for the first time.
"Fuck! God!" An electric shock shot through her entire body. The muscles in her belly convulsed. Her shoulders came up off the bed with a jerk. Her thighs clamped together around her hand, trapping it against her pussy and clit. Her pussy muscles tightened around her fingers.
Slowly, she relaxed, and began finger-fucking herself again, this time making sure that each stroke included the tiny bud at the top of her slit. Her chest and belly heaved with the strain of her gasping breaths. She discovered that she could use her thumb to rub her clit, allowing her fingers to concentrate on violating her pussy. A tingling sensation started to spread through her, beginning deep in her belly where her fingers strained to reach even deeper. She could feel her entire body start to vibrate. Suddenly, she was struck by a lightning bolt. It was like the first touch of her finger on her clit, but that was a tiny Fourth of July firecracker compared to the massive bomb that shook her body now.
"Ohhhh... fuck! Fuckfuckfuck! Uh uh uh!" Her head thrashed from side to side on her pillow, her hair flying. The muscles in her pussy and her lower belly spasmed uncontrollably. Her toes curled, her feet driving into the bed, lifting her ass up into the air. She wanted to scream, but she had no breath. Her pussy flooded with juice; she could feel it spilling out past her fingers onto the bed. Wave after wave of her first orgasm rolled over her, until she simply wore out. Exhausted, she curled up on her side on the bed, ready to sleep.
"Now I've got something to tell Britney," smiling at the thought of being able to out-do her friend..
*****
George rolled over, looked at the clock. Two AM. He needed to piss again. That's what you get for drinking more beer than you're used to. He levered himself up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. And stopped dead, staring at Jeannie, naked on the toilet, wiping herself after peeing.
Jeannie was startled when the bathroom door opened. And even more startled to see her father walk in, naked as she was. Neither had quite gotten used to the new living arrangements, or the fact that the bathroom had two doors, one opening directly into George's bedroom.
Jeannie's attention immediately went to her father's cock. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it. When she was 14, she'd walked past her parents' bedroom in the middle of the night. They'd neglected to close the door, and Jeannie saw her mother on all fours on the bed, her father behind her on his knees, fucking her doggie style (although Jeannie hadn't even known that was what it was called then). She could clearly see her father's big cock ramming in and out of her mother's pussy. She'd stood there as long as she could, watching, feeling dirty as she imagined what it would feel like if her father's cock were plowing into her own virgin pussy instead of her mother's. Finally, she went back to her own room, afraid that she'd be caught if she stayed any longer. Back in her bed, she masturbated to a massive orgasm, fantasizing that it was her father's mouth, and fingers, and cock bringing her to a climax instead of her own hands. For several years afterward, her father was one of her favorite fantasy partners when she masturbated.
And now she saw her father's cock again. And as she stared at it, she could see that it was stiffening. And she decided she needed to do something about that.
George was frozen. He simply couldn't move. The sight of his daughter, naked, was too much for him. He didn't know whether to move towards her, run away screaming, or simply give his soul to Jesus. So he did nothing, as Jeannie finished wiping herself, rose off the toilet, and began to walk toward him. He knew his cock was beginning to get hard, and he was ashamed. But his shame was nothing compared to the lust that began to race through him as Jeannie approached.
As Jeannie walked toward her father, she finally took her eyes off his cock and looked up at his face. She saw the lust, knew that he wanted her. Her body was on fire as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft or his cock, and took the head into her mouth. Her father's deep groan told her that he wanted this as much as she did.
George's body twitched as Jeannie began sucking his cock. He felt the warmth and wetness of her, felt her tongue sliding over his shaft, her lips circling the head as she pulled back. The feeling as she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks around him, was like nothing he'd felt before. She really knew what she was doing. Good as the blowjob was, though, George wanted more. He reached down, lifted Jeannie's face away from his cock, and said, "You don't want me to come in your mouth, do you?"
Jeannie looked up at him with an evil grin and replied, "Not this time!"
Jeannie stood up, they faced each other, and clutched at each other, embracing, kissing, their hands and mouths exploring. George lifted Jeannie up, sat her down on the edge of the washbowl, and moved toward her. Jeannie reached out and took George's cock in her hand, guided it to the opening of her pussy. George hesitated for second, thinking about exactly what it was he was about to do, realizing that it couldn't be undone.
"Fuck me, daddy!" It was what she'd always said in her fantasies, and as she finally spoke the words for real, her mind went blank, letting her body take over completely. For George, hearing his daughter ask him, no beg him, to fuck her was all he needed. He drove forward into her with a grunt. and felt his shaft sink all the way inside her.
"God, daddy, it feels so good!" She hadn't called him "daddy" in years, but now she felt like a little girl again, as she lived out her fantasy of having her father's cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She clutched at him with her hands, wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock filled her, sliding over her clit as he drove in and out.
They were like two animals, their minds blank, controlled by their bodies and their instincts. George felt like his cock had grown an extra inch since he'd buried it inside his daughter. He assaulted her with his mouth as well, sucking on her neck, her throat, her earlobe, raking his teeth over her, biting lightly. Jeannie dug her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders, leaned her head back, closed her eyes. The feelings were overwhelming. His cock inside her. His mouth on her throat. Her nipples pressing into his chest. Their bellies flattened against one another.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh. Please, daddy, fuck me hard, make me cum!"
Hearing his daughter talk like such a slut was driving George wild. He was pounding his cock into her pussy harder and harder, and could feel her muscles clenching at him as he fucked her. He could feel himself getting close to a climax, his balls feeling heavy and full. He felt her fingernails rake across his shoulders, and the addition of the pain was too much. He felt his cum start to rise from his balls into his cock.
"Shit, honey, I'm going to cum inside you!"
"Yes, da... Oh, fuck! FUUUUCK!" Feeling her father's semen pour into her was just what she needed to trigger her orgasm. She felt the spasms in her belly, clutched at him convulsively. Her mind dissolved into shards of broken glass, as she felt her father's cum mix with her own, filling her pussy until she couldn't hold it all and it began to seep out of her where her pussy lips clenched his cock.
As the last spurt finally squirted out of his cock, George moved to pull out of his daughter. Jeannie kept her legs locked tightly around him, saying, "No, dad, don't take it out yet."
George chuckled slightly. "Remember why I came in here in the first place, honey?"
*****
To be continued
