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Her new daddy



On her wedding day Brenda stood looking at herself in the mirror. Too bad I can't wear white, she thought. At the moment she was wearing nothing at all. Later there would be a fashionable blue suit, but now she wanted to examine her body, to see what her fiance, Hal Davis, would see later on.

She was a tall girl, five-feet-eight, and superbly built. She didn't have to convince herself of that. The whistles and stares she always got on the streets were evidence enough. If she needed more proof, it was there before her eyes.

The full-length mirror showed her long shapely legs, her gently rounded hips and butt, her tiny waist, and a firm jutting pair of 40-D tits. Brenda ran her hands up and down her body, feeling the silky skin, touching the little light brown nipples of her large pointed breasts.

She was satisfied. There were no wrinkles or blemishes anywhere. Even her small dainty mons was attractive, a little triangle of tight brown curls. For a woman of thirty, she was in excellent shape.

She tossed her long gleaming brown hair and studied her face -- dark slanting eyes with heavy natural lashes, turned-up nose, full sensual mouth. She smiled contentedly. No one would guess she was thirty or that she was the mother of a teenage girl.

She figured Hal Davis would not be disappointed. She certainly hoped not. She'd been waiting a long time, ten years, for a good husband and a good stepfather for Debby. This marriage just had to work out...

Brenda had been married once before, when she was seventeen, to a handsome brutal punk named Billy. She could remember vividly how Billy made her hot and helpless with lust. That was how she got her daughter, Debby, from jumping into bed with Billy so eagerly that she forgot to take precautions. But Billy also beat her whenever he was drinking, which was most of the time.

Brenda left him and supported herself and Debby by working as a cocktail waitress. It was the only work she knew, and it wasn't a glamour job like some people thought. It meant hours on her feet, fending off obnoxious drunks, making slave wages. It had been that way for ten years, till she met Hal.

As Brenda dressed, she thought of Hal with a mixture of longing and nervousness. At forty he was a very attractive man, tall, muscular, with thick black hair greying at the temples. He made a good living in the sales department of a well-known company. He was bright, fun, and charming. But she hardly knew him.

In fact they'd only known each other a month. Something clicked between them the first time she served him a drink at the club, and they'd dated ever since. Brenda had refused to go to bed with him, though, hoping for a marriage proposal. She got it -- but now she wondered if she'd made a mistake.

What if Hal was no good in the sack? Maybe she should have tested him first. It would be a disaster if he couldn't satisfy her sexually...

Those ten years between marriages had been rough in more ways than one. Ten years without steady sex had been almost more than Brenda could bear. She and Billy had done it two or three times a day, till she needed a steady diet. Then -- nothing. A few times, when she couldn't stand the horny longing any more, she'd brought men home, but not often. She needed more than a few pick-ups. She needed a lover who could satisfy her at least once a day.

Brenda sighed loudly. She felt hot wetness in the crotch of her panties, just thinking about sex. God, she needed a man... But would her new husband be the man she needed?

Idiot, she thought, you should have fucked him first...

Well, it was too late now. In half an hour she'd be marrying Hal, and then she'd find out if she'd made a mistake.

There was a knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in," said Brenda.

The door opened, and her thirteen-year-old daughter stepped into the room, smiling. "Hi, Mom," said Debby. "I just came to see if you needed help getting dressed."

Brenda felt a wave of love for her pretty little daughter. Debby looked just like her, except of course that her figure was still developing -- and she had Billy's big green eyes, not Brenda's dark brown slanted eyes.

Debby was half a child, half a woman, still only five feet tall, her body slim like a boy's, her tiny breasts just the size of lemons. She wore her brown hair short and curly. She was a pretty little thing, and soon she'd be a beautiful young woman.

"Why, thank you, darling," said Brenda. "You can help me do my hair."

Brenda put on the neat blue suit she'd chosen to be married in, then sat down at her dresser. Debby picked up the brush and began brushing her mother's long gleaming brown hair.

"You look so pretty, Mom," she said.

"Thank you, Debby," said Brenda. "I just hope I'm doing the right thing. Most of all, I hope Hal will be a good father for you."

"Oh, he will be," Debby said earnestly. "I really like him a lot, Mom. He's a nice guy."

Brenda sighed with relief. At least things would be good for Debby, even if Hal proved to be a bad lover. Debby was more important to her than anything...

Somehow the time passed, and she and Hal were married in a brief simple ceremony at city hall. They left Debby with Brenda's mother and set off for their honeymoon at Hal's beach cabin. Alone with Hal in his little red sports car, Brenda felt her nervousness returning.

She'd taken care of her financial future. Hal was well fixed, and she'd given thirty days' notice at the club. She'd never have to work again. And Debby was assured of a good father. Hal was good to her, and the girl was fond of him. There was just one big question in Brenda's mind -- could Hal take care of her in bed?

She'd know very soon. It was only an hour's drive to the cabin.

Hal, at the wheel, glanced over at her. "Hey," he said, "you're awfully quiet. If you've changed your mind, we can run back to L.A. and get a divorce."

Brenda laughed. "Not on your life, Mister. I worked too hard to bag you. It's, nothing really, Hal. It's just that we really haven't known each other that long. It's kind of scary."

He cast her a sympathetic look. "I'll never lay a hand on you, Brenda. I'm not Billy," he said. "You don't have to worry about that."

She leaned over and kissed his tan leathery cheek. "You're a darling," she said, "and I'm being silly."

Of course she couldn't tell him what was really bothering her. She couldn't just say, "Hal, are you any good in bed?"

As they drove down the coast, she studied her new husband. He was outrageously handsome, his body ideally masculine -- broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, small neat hips and ass. His face was rugged but sexy, his eyes piercing and dark blue. She was damned lucky to have a man like him.

It'll be all right, she told herself nervously, it'll be fine...

They reached the cabin just as the sun was going down. It wasn't large, just one big spacious room with a kitchenette and a fireplace and a king-size bed. Brenda looked nervously at the bed.

"Do you want something to eat before we -- uh, before we..." she said, stammering.

Hal laughed. "No, I'm not hungry," he said, "except for you." His dark blue eyes seemed to undress her. "Let's just have a glass of champagne, then hit the sack."

"All right, Hal," she said timidly.

He opened the champagne and poured two glasses. Brenda almost gulped hers and held out her glass for more. Plenty of champagne on an empty stomach might help cure her jitters.

"I hope you don't think I'm rushing you," Hal said, "but I've been waiting a month for this, ever since the moment I saw you." He reached out and gently fondled her large soft breasts through her blouse. His voice got husky. "I want you so damned badly, Brenda."

She blushed. "I know, darling," she said. "I want you, too. It's all right."

Was it? She should have been hotly horny by now, aching for him. She, too, had wanted him the moment they met. She'd been dreaming of their first lovemaking. Only now she was scared, fearing it would be a disaster. Her cunt was dry and tight.

"Then let's go to bed," said Hal, tossing off the last of his champagne. "I don't think I can wait another second."

Brenda couldn't stop blushing as they undressed. She felt like a virgin again. They were seeing each other naked for the first time, and they gawked at each other like curious children.

Hal's body was even more attractive than she'd dreamed. He was deeply tanned and muscular and trim all over. His chest was thickly matted with black and grey hairs. And his cock...

She blushed even deeper as she looked at his cock for the first time. Many nights she'd lain awake wondering if he was well hung. Her doubts were gone now. He was hung like a horse.

Even in its semi-limp state, Hal's long rosy prick was impressive. It dangled heavily from a thick nest of salt-and-pepper curls, the circumcised head thick and purple. His balls were large and swollen, dull red in color. For the first time that day, Brenda felt a jolt of sexual excitement. He was built, all right-and she prayed he knew how to use it.

Hal ogled her as eagerly as she studied him, his eyes jumping back and forth between her huge thrusting creamy breasts and the neat little furry triangle of her mons. He took in her tall lush figure with undisguised delight.

"You're beautiful, Brenda," he said. "I'm a helluva lucky guy."

He drew her onto the bed, not bothering to turn down the covers. His hands slipped over her warm silky tits, caressing and molding. He rubbed her light brown nipples with his thumbs, coaxing the little soft nubs into hard erection, sending little shivers of pleasure through her body.

Brenda sighed and ran her hands up and down his hard tan body. The champagne was getting to her, and she was more relaxed. Hal's touch was expert, light but sensual, and she felt herself getting rapidly turned on. Quickly she calculated how long it was since she'd been to bed with a man. Almost six months -- that was too damned long. She was overdue for a long hard fuck. She prayed her new husband could give it to her.

Hal chuckled softly. "I always wondered if your tits were padded," he said. "I couldn't believe they were for real. I mean, a beautiful girl plus a huge pair of knockers -- too fuckin' much. But now I see you weren't faking."

Brenda pretended to be pouting. "Well," she said, "I like THAT! I'll have you know, sir, that I wondered about you, too."

"Oh?" said Hal, grinning. "What did you wonder about?"

By way of answer, Brenda slipped her hand into his crotch and gently rubbed his half-limp prick.

"Uh-huh," said Hal, his grin broadening. "Well, now you see the real thing. What do you think?"

Brenda looked down at the big rosy sausage that throbbed warmly under her fingers. "It looks good to me," she said huskily. "But I haven't tested it yet."

Hal quivered hornily at her words. His prick began to twitch under her hand, and then before her widening eyes it rose into taut stiffness. Brenda watched it hungrily, watched it grow long and hard and thick, the dark red glans getting huge and fat. Christ, he was a good eight inches long, a dream prick. Again she prayed he'd know how to use it...

His rising cock pushed her hand upward, the big knobby purple glans nuzzling her palm. She felt a drop of juice spurting out of the dark slit mouth, wetting her hand. She smeared it over his silky hard glans, rubbing his cock into full erection.

Hal sighed loudly. "Baby," he said hoarsely, "you are gonna get so well fucked, you won't walk for a week."

I hope so, thought Brenda.

She snuggled down lower on the bed and stuck out her little pink tongue. Mischievously, lightly, she began to lick the big purple head of Hal's cock. She did it partly because it turned her on, and partly because she wanted to delay. Once he began fucking her, she'd know right away if she'd made a mistake. She wasn't in a hurry to find out.

"Ohhh, baby," Hal said, "that's nice..."

She licked in feathery little wet strokes up and down the long hard stalk of his prick, tasting his light salty juice, enjoying the silky taut texture of his flesh. She ran her tongue lower, onto his hot swollen nuts, and tickled them with the wriggling tip of her tongue.

"Awwwwww, Christ," Hal said, moaning.

Brenda was glad to please him. She'd never actually blown anybody before, but she liked to lick and taste. She kept it up, bathing his cock and balls with her saliva, making Hal moan and sigh. Then she felt his hand sneaking between her legs.

He cupped and pressed the puffy curls of her mons, and then he worked a stiff finger inside the plump lips and touched the little red bump of her clitoris. Brenda flinched with sudden pleasure. She loved to be touched on her little joy button. Hal began to rub and tickle it with his fingertip, and hot pleasure melted her belly.

"Ohhh, darling, yes," she said, "touch me there..."

Hal obeyed, running his fingertip briskly around the highly sensitive shaft of her little red clit. She began to cream heavily and helplessly, gushes of steamy juice pumping from her cunt to wet his finger. She moaned and rubbed her horny little pussy against his hand, seeking more friction.

Meanwhile she went on licking his swollen rosy cock, and his juice bubbled out steadily. She lapped it up and swallowed it, enjoying the taste. She thought briefly about taking his cock in her mouth, sucking it, but the idea repulsed her. She'd never been tempted to do that. Instead she went on licking and kissing his wonderfully long thick prick.

Very soon now it would be in her. She thought about that, and her aroused twat gushed another flood of steamy juice onto Hal's hand. It had been so long since she'd been laid. She needed it desperately.

Hal's finger crept into her steamy little cunt, inching slowly upward, probing and exploring the silky wet passage. Brenda shivered with pleasure.

"Oooooo," she moaned, "yessssss..."

In her excitement she wriggled her wet little tongue tip into the slitted mouth of his glans, burrowing deep, reaming out his tasty juice. Hal groaned.

"Baby," he said huskily, "that's great -- but if you keep it up another second, I'm gonna cum. You better get it while it's hard."

The moment had come. There was no more delaying. Hal rolled her over onto her back and gently but eagerly parted her long lovely legs. He was about to fuck her, about to let her know what kind of man she'd married...

He glanced for a moment at her exposed pussy. With her legs wide apart like that, he could see everything. Brenda knew she had a pretty slit. Others had told her so. It was narrow, scarlet, and delicately fringed with fine brown hairs. She needn't worry about repulsing him. Still she blushed.

It was crazy. She was thirty years old, the mother of a teenager, and she must have fucked at least a dozen different men in her life -- but she felt like this was the first time. She trembled with nervousness.

Hal noticed it, noticed her staring anxiously at the heavy hard pole of his dick which weaved lewdly in his lap. The huge purple head was aimed menacingly at her little shadowed cunt mouth, dripping big blobs of juice.

"Hey, take it easy, sweetheart," he said soothingly. "It's not THAT big..."

Brenda managed a nervous smile. Then Hal was letting himself down on her, flattening her big thrusting tits with his hard chest. She felt the enormous rock-hard head of his cock pressing tightly into her narrow cunt mouth. It felt huge and thick as it went into her.

"OOOOOO," she moaned.

It was a cry of delight. That huge thick pole felt so damned good inside her. She hadn't realized how starved she'd been for sex, how much she needed it. She dug her nails into Hal's shoulders and wrapped her long legs around his waist, forcing his thick meat even deeper into her seething eager cunt.

"Ohhh, Hal, YES," she gasped, "yes, FUCK MEEEEEE..."

"You bet I will," he said.

In his eagerness he couldn't be slow or tender. Her silky wet cunt was deliciously tight, and clinging, fiery hot around his swollen dick. He began to bang her in deep hard strokes, with almost savage speed. Their bellies smacked loudly together.

"Yes, YES," Brenda wailed, clinging to him. "Oh, God, Hal, that's GOOD..."

In another moment she was cumming, her body wracked with violent pleasure -- and her doubts were gone. She'd married the right man. He was everything she wanted -- rich, handsome, bright, and a fantastic lay. She couldn't have been happier.

Hal held off his own climax, bringing her off several more times before he came. Brenda, lost in her ecstasy, didn't notice that he was studying her almost clinically. He watched her body, her expression, her movements.

He decided he'd made an excellent choice. Once he'd been married to a dowdy fat woman who was like a corpse in bed. He didn't want to make that mistake again. He wanted a beautiful sexy chick who loved to fuck. He'd looked a long time before picking Brenda.

She'd make a fine wife -- a pleasure to look at, a pleasure to ball -- but she wouldn't be his only woman. Hal Davis had never confined himself to one woman. The world was full of pretty girls to seduce.

For instance, Brenda's daughter, Debby, was a very attractive little chick...

CHAPTER TWO

Three days later Hal and Brenda came home to the new house in suburbs which Hal had bought especially for his new wife. They stopped to pick up Debby and take her with them.

When Hal saw Debby again, he felt ashamed of himself for having sexual thoughts about her. He hadn't really paid too much attention to the kid before and had somehow imagined she was older. Now he realized she was hardly more than a child. He put her out of his thoughts.

Hal wasn't out of Debby's thoughts, however. Debby already had a big crush on her new stepfather. She thought Hal was the most attractive and exciting man she'd ever seen. When she grew up, she wanted to marry someone just like him.

They got to the new house in late afternoon, and Brenda went right to the kitchen to start making dinner. Hal brought in the luggage and then said to Debby.

"Well, young lady, how about a tour of your new home?"

"Super," said Debby.

He took her through the lavishly furnished ranch house, where she was to have her own room, not to mention a sauna, a tennis court, and a swimming pool. Debby was dazzled by it all. She and her mother had always been poor, living in cramped apartments. Suddenly, thanks to Hal, they were rich. Debby looked adoringly at her handsome new father. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.

"How about a swim before dinner?" Hal said.

"Great," said Debby. "I'll change into my suit and meet you at the pool."

Debby hurried to her room and dumped over her suitcase in her eagerness to find her swimming suit. It was brand new, a gift from Hal, and she hadn't even tried it on yet. When she took it out of the suitcase, it seemed awfully tiny, but she supposed that bikinis were all like that.

Debby quickly stripped off her jeans and shirt and sneakers and kicked them into an untidy pile. She'd clean her room later. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror and sighed. WHEN was she going to grow up?

Having Brenda for a mother wasn't always easy. Brenda was beautiful -- and stacked. Debby looked in the mirror at her own adolescent body and felt like a skinny little kid compared to her mother. Her young body was just slightly curved, just emerging from childhood. Compared to Brenda, she had no tits at all.

Debby stepped closer and looked critically at her newly developed breasts. They were the size of lemons, ridiculous little points of flesh capped with tiny pink nipples. She didn't even need a bra yet. She sighed and tapped her foot impatiently, as if waiting for her tiny boobs to grow.

She glanced lower and sighed again. Brenda sometimes went naked around the house, and Debby knew her mother had a luxuriant brown bush of curls at the base of her belly. Debby had nothing at all, just some faint golden down. Her plump little mons lips were hairless and naked, like a ripe peach. She wondered how long it would be before she truly became a woman.

Well, perhaps the new bikini would make her look more grown up. She got into the tiny blue suit, looked at herself in the mirror again, and blushed. It hardly covered anything. The panties were so small that most of her butt showed, and she could almost see the beginning of the shadowy slit between her mons lips. The bra barely covered her little pink nipples.

Oh, well, she thought wistfully, I don't have anything to cover up anyway...

Debby went out to the pool, wondering if she'd grow up to be beautiful like her mother and attract men like Hal...

Hal was waiting for her, wearing a skimpy pair of black trunks. He'd been in the water already, and the tight suit clung to him, boldly outlining his cock and balls. Debby found herself gawking at the big bulge of her stepfather's crotch.

Her curiosity was hotly aroused. She'd never seen a cock before and had no idea what one looked like. Brenda had told her the facts of life, how a man puts his penis in a woman's vagina to make babies, but Debby had no clear idea what it would really be like. She certainly wanted to find out, though...

"Ready for a swim?" said Hal.

"You bet," said Debby.

She dived cleanly into the pool, and Hal dived after her. They were both good swimmers, and they went the length of the pool under water. Hal swam close beside her, and Debby glanced again at his crotch. That bulge seemed enormous. She was dying to find out what he looked like without his trunks. Probably she never would, dam it. He was only her stepfather, and he would no doubt be shy about undressing around her.

Unknown to Debby, Hal was looking her over, too. Her skimpy bikini didn't leave much to the imagination. His experienced eye made a quick summary. She was only half grown, her tits tiny, her body straight and slim like a child's. She was much too young for him.

Of course he wouldn't have dreamed of seducing his new wife's daughter, but he could at least fantasize. Debby was too young even for fantasies. He liked them young, but this kid was hardly out of pigtails.

Still, when they emerged from the water, he got unexpectedly turned on. Debby came up so fast that her bikini top slipped down off her tits, and Hal got a brief glimpse of her cute little pointed boobs and their tiny pink nipples. He felt his cock twitching with interest. Maybe she wasn't too young after all...

But, Christ, she was Brenda's daughter. It was out of the question. He felt like a dirty old man for even thinking about her...

That evening after dinner they all watched television for awhile, but Hal felt horny and was dying to take Brenda to bed. He hoped the kid wouldn't feel neglected. He rubbed against Brenda, hoping she'd get the message. She did.

"Debby," she said presently, "Hal and I are very tired from our drive. We're going to bed early. You can put yourself to bed, can't you?"

"Of course, Mom," Debby said. "I'll be fine."

Debby glanced curiously after them as they walked down the hall to the master bedroom. It was only nine o'clock. She didn't think they could be THAT sleepy.

On impulse she decided to do a little spying. She left the TV on, so they'd think she was still watching, then tiptoed down the hall. She pressed her ear to the door of the master bedroom. She could hear them talking.

"Oh baby," Hal said in a strange husky voice, "I've been wanting you all day."

Brenda laughed softly. "You can't be any more horny than I am," she said. "Hurry -- let's get undressed."

Debby's interest picked up sharply. She didn't know what "horny" meant, but she was pretty sure it had something to do with sex -- and sex was something she was dying to know about. This looked like a golden opportunity to find out what grown-ups did in bed.

Debby got down on her knees and peered through the keyhole.

It was a perfect view. She could see most of the room, with the king-size bed in the middle. Hal and Brenda were standing practically right in front of her, taking off their clothes. She could see both of them completely.

Debby paid little attention to her mother. She'd seen Brenda undressed plenty of times, and although she was always impressed with her mother's voluptuous, feminine body, it was old news. She concentrated on Hal. She'd never seen a naked man before.

Hal took his time getting his clothes off because he was busy ogling Brenda. He was maddeningly slow, in fact, pausing between each garment to gawk at Brenda's big swinging tits or the lush bush of her mons or the cute little rounds of her ass. He hardly seemed to notice what he was doing, he was so busy staring.

Gradually, though, Debby got to see his body. His chest seemed incredibly broad and hairy to her, his arms and legs hugely muscled. Her biggest excitement, though, came when he finally took off his jockey shorts. Her eyes widened hugely. So THAT's what it looked like...

Debby's innocent and inexperienced eyes saw a huge long sausage of rosy flesh dangling from Hal's crotch. There was a thick patch of greying hair, and out of it came that giant long THING! There were two ball-like things, too, of the same rosy flesh, but Debby's curious eyes were drawn mainly to his cock.

She thought about what Brenda had told her, that that big long thing went inside a girl's body when a couple made love. Debby shuddered. She just couldn't imagine anything that big going into her tiny hole. She'd explored herself there a few times, and it was hardly big enough for her little finger. She wondered how Brenda and other adult women could stand the pain.

Brenda didn't look at all nervous, though. In fact she looked happy and excited. She gawked at Hal's long lewdly dangling cock and licked her lips. She came over to him and dropped to her knees, her pert nose grazing his limp rosy prick. She stuck out her tongue...

Again Debby's eyes widened. Her mother was licking that THING like she really enjoyed it! Brenda's little pink tongue raced up and down the limp appendage, making it shine with her saliva. Hal seemed to like that a lot. He grinned and sighed.

Then something even more amazing happened. As Debby watched raptly, Hal's cock did a strange thing. It grew. While Brenda licked it, it twitched a few times and then suddenly lurched up stiff and hard. It was much longer and thicker than before. The head grew purple and knobby and began to leak bright bubbles of juice.

"Oh, wow," Debby said softly to herself, "no way..."

No way in the world could that monstrous thing go into a woman's body. Brenda must not have been telling her the truth. She didn't know why her mother would lie, but it seemed obvious that Hal's cock was much too thick and long for any vagina.

People must make babies some other way, then. Debby watched curiously to find out what it was.

When Hal's heavy stiff prick was wet with her saliva, Brenda got to her feet and grinned at him. He grinned back.

"I can hardly wait to put it in you," he said breathlessly.

"I can hardly wait, either," Brenda said.

Debby shook her head in wonder. Brenda hadn't been lying. That monstrous red thing was actually going to go into her body -- and Brenda didn't even look scared. Debby couldn't understand it at all.

Brenda and Hal got onto the bed. Hal lay down on his back, and his huge stiff prick stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. It was drooling juice heavily, the bright droplets running down the thick stalk of his cock. Debby had a good view, right up between his parted legs. His balls looked enormous and swollen to her.

Brenda straddled him, a knee on either side of his hips. Debby could see her mother's bright red pussy. It was swollen, plump, and wet. Little streams of pussy juice were running down her inner thighs. Brenda knelt over Hal, seized his thick erect dick, and put the big purple head into herself. Debby could see how the huge knobby thing stretched her mother's tight pink cunt lips. Then Brenda let herself down on that enormous pale pole of flesh...

Debby couldn't believe it. She saw Hal's gigantic dong disappearing into Brenda's body, going slowly but steadily up her narrow cunt, stretching her labia immensely. It went all the way in, till Debby could see only his big rosy swollen nuts.

"Oooooo!" Brenda squealed.

Debby thought sure it must be a cry of pain, but as she watched it became clear that Brenda was digging it. Brenda had her back to Debby, but there was a mirror nearby, and Debby could see her mother's face reflected in it. Brenda was grinning lewdly, licking her lips, her eyes rolling crazily with horny pleasure...

"Ball me, Hal," she said breathlessly. "Move it in me..."

Hal began to stroke his huge long cock in Brenda's wet little box. Debby could see the thick rosy pole moving in and out, bright and wet with juice. Brenda moaned and wailed with joy. There was no doubt about it -- she LIKED it!

Debby shook her head in wonder. She couldn't understand how her mother could enjoy having that huge thing poked into her, but as the moments passed, she was convinced that Brenda was experiencing fantastic pleasure. She rode Hal's jerking meat with a blissful smile, telling him how much she liked it.

"Ohhhhhh, darling," she moaned, "it feels sooo good... I love it, Hal, I love it..."

Debby began to catch her mother's excitement.

First the crotch of her jeans seemed to itch hotly, and then she felt it growing moist and steamy. It was hard to sit still. She felt a strange restlessness which was appeased only when she began to touch herself between her legs.

Debby had explored herself there before, to find that hole, the vagina, that Brenda had talked about. She hadn't realized then that it could be fun to touch herself. As she peered through the keyhole and watched Brenda and Hal fucking, she discovered that it felt great to rub her hand back and forth over her moist restless crotch.

It wasn't enough, though. She felt like she wanted to touch the flesh itself. Still keeping her eye on the keyhole, she unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside, touching the soft plump rise of her mons. She pressed the fat mound, and sweet sensations rippled through her.

Meanwhile the show in the bedroom was continuing at full speed and volume. Hal was humping Brenda so fast and hard, Debby couldn't understand how her mother escaped pain. Brenda, though, was wailing her delight, her pretty face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. Cream gushed from her cunt, running down Hal's thick rosy prick and making it shine.

"Ride me, baby," Hal gasped, "take it..."

"Ohhh, YESSSSSS," Brenda moaned.

Debby slid her hand lower between her legs and discovered a funny little bump of flesh between the plump lips of her mons. She pressed the strange little button and almost cried aloud with the sudden pleasure of it. She began rubbing it with her fingertip, and her body seemed to melt with bliss.

Just then Hal reached out and touched Brenda in the same place. Debby could see the action reflected in the big dresser mirror by the bed. Hal parted the dark-furred lips of Brenda's mons and uncovered a fat red lump of flesh. He began to rub it with his fingertip.

"OHHHHHH," Brenda wailed.

She began to cum as Hal rubbed her clit and worked his cock in her flooded twat. Debby didn't know anything about cumming, but it was plain to her that Brenda was having so much pleasure, she was almost fainting.

Debby imitated Hal's motions, rubbing herself just like he was rubbing Brenda. It felt super. The girl's face went pink with pleasure, and she felt heavy hot juice running from her virgin cunt, soaking her hand.

"AWWWWWW," Hal bawled. "YEAH, FUCK, HONEY -- FU-U-U-CK!"

Dizzily Debby watched him cum, that same howling paroxysm of pleasure which had just struck Brenda. Debby couldn't observe it very well, though, because something wild and strange was happening to her. As she rubbed her horny little clit, she was overcome with pleasure so great that her whole body shook and it was all she could do not to squeal. She didn't know it, but she was having her very first climax.

When the spasms had passed, she looked dizzily through the keyhole and saw that the show was over. Brenda rolled off Hal with a loud happy sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Hal's cock was little and wrinkled again. He, too, sighed as he pulled the covers up around them and turned off the light.

Debby got up, turned off the TV, and went to her own room. She was hardly conscious of her own movements, she was so overcome with the things she'd just learned. She'd seen grown-ups actually doing it. She'd discovered a place in her body, that little lump between her legs, that gave her exquisite pleasure.

Above all she'd discovered that sex is FUN.

From now on, when she got that strange restless and itchy feeling between her legs, she'd know what to do about it. She wanted more than that, though, more than just playing with herself. She'd seen how excited her mother got, how much fun she'd had when Hal put his cock into her.

Debby wanted that experience, too. She wanted to find out just how it felt to make love with a man.

CHAPTER THREE

The next evening Brenda had to go back to work. She'd given notice at the club, but to get her last paycheck she had to work a few more days. Hal wasn't too happy about it, but he agreed that it was silly just to throw the money away.

He watched her getting ready for work. Her costume was a skimpy red thing with sequins, hardly bigger than a bikini except for a small fringe. She wore red net stockings, red shoes with very high heels, and a red cowboy hat. The total effect was delicious -- and infuriating.

"Christ," Hal said disgustedly, "why don't they just have you work naked? It'd be practically the same thing."

Brenda laughed. "Darling, don't worry," she said. "Nobody's going to violate your wife. I've had years of experience fending off men."

"I don't even like them looking at you in that damned outfit," Hal said testily. "I'll be glad when you're through with that job for good."

"Me, too," said Brenda. "It'll just be a few more days, Hal. Be patient."

He'd try, but he hated the idea of his beautiful young wife working practically bare-assed among a lot of drunk lecherous males. Of course he had been drunk and lecherous when he first turned on to her, and that costume had been part of the attraction -- but now things were different. She was his wife.

As Hal watched her dress, he thought again how lucky he was to have married her. She was beautiful, ten years younger than him, and she was fantastic in bed. She had a few things to learn about lovemaking, but he figured she'd be an excellent pupil. Most men would envy him.

Still he couldn't forget the fact that Brenda was not enough. He'd never been satisfied with only one woman. Brenda was great in her own way, but there was one need she couldn't fulfill, a deeply secret need which Hal had never revealed to anybody.

He couldn't help himself. He was hopelessly attracted to very young girls.

He'd hoped that by marrying, Brenda he'd get over that kinky attraction, but it hadn't worked. Much as he loved Brenda, he was already thinking about teenage girls again, slender bodies, tight adolescent cunts.

Over the years he'd satisfied his weird urge with prostitutes. He went to the better houses, asked for the very youngest girls. That way he couldn't get into trouble. Messing with ordinary girls under eighteen could lead to jail, but with hookers there was no problem.

That wasn't enough any more. He was tired of whores, tired of professionals. He wanted the real thing, a natural normal young girl, a virgin. He knew it meant big trouble, and he was doing his best to put it from his mind. He hoped Brenda would be his salvation, that their sex life would be enough for him.

He was getting that kinky urge again, however. It was crazy. Brenda was plenty young enough, ten years younger than him, yet he wanted a girl young enough to -- well, to be her daughter. He didn't think of Debby, whom he considered off limits, but he did think of girls twelve and thirteen, girls just emerging from childhood. He thought of how tight their little virgin cunts would be...

Brenda was ready to leave for work. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and she'd be gone till three.

Lousy timing -- he was horny again and would have loved to spend the evening in bed with her.

"Well, I'd better go now, darling," she said, kissing him. "Will you do something for me? See that Debby takes a bath. She's so glued to that TV, she forgets sometimes."

"Sure, honey," said Hal. "Do you want me to come pick you up after work?"

"No," said Brenda. "There's no need for you to get up in the middle of the night. I'll just take my old car."

Hal didn't like it. The streets were dangerous in the night. Brenda had been taking care of herself for years, though, and he supposed she could manage a few more times. He kissed her hard.

"Hurry back," he said.

She smiled and left. Hal instantly felt lost without her, aimless. He wandered into the living room where Debby was engrossed in a TV movie. He thought how childish she looked, with her snub nose and freckles and wide green eyes. She was wearing boy's jeans and a big bulky sweatshirt that completely hid her tiny tits.

"When is this program over?" Hal asked.

"About half an hour," said Debby.

She answered without taking her eyes from the screen, where a pair of young lovers were kissing passionately. Hal smiled indulgently and sat down beside her. He was supposed to get her into the bathtub, but he could let her finish watching the movie.

Debby was utterly absorbed in the show, living each moment along with the young heroine. She sighed, got wet-eyed, gasped. Then Hal noticed something else. During a particularly passionate love scene, Debby absentmindedly rubbed her crotch. When she took her hand away, he saw a little dark spot of moisture.

The kid was turned on, sexually turned on -- and she was only thirteen. Hal felt a wicked flash of interest, then told himself to knock it off. She was just a kid, and she was his new stepdaughter. This was one female he had to forget about.

The movie ended, and Hal said, "You're supposed to take a bath, young lady. Strict orders from your mother."

"Oh, okay," Debby said vaguely.

She was still caught up in the movie. She walked slowly down the hall to the bathroom. She'd never taken a bath in the new house. She went to the tub and found that it had some newfangled kind of faucet with just a dial and a button. She couldn't figure out how to make it work.

"Hal," she called, "Hal, will you come here, please?"

"What's up?" he said, coming into the bathroom.

Debby giggled. "I feel dumb, but I don't know how to work this faucet. I never saw one like it before."

Hal laughed, too, "Neither did I, actually," he said, "but I'm a mechanical genius. I'll figure it out."

He got the water running and adjusted it to a good temperature. He turned to tell Debby it was okay -- and saw to his amazement that the girl was taking off her clothes.

She was undressing in front of him without a hint of embarrassment, and she certainly wasn't trying to flirt. Her look was far away, no doubt still on the movie. Hal watched in consternation as she pulled her shirt off over her head, tousling her short curly brown hair.

He gawked at her cute tiny tits and their delicious strawberry-colored nipples. The tiny cones bounced enticingly as they popped from her sweatshirt. Debby tossed the shirt onto the floor and nonchalantly reached for the zipper of her jeans.

Hal remembered a few things Brenda had said about teaching the girl to be natural about her body and how she and Debby often went naked around their apartment. Hal approved, but Brenda's teaching was having unexpected results. Debby apparently thought nothing of stripping in front of her new stepfather, a man she hardly knew...

Debby let her jeans fall down to her feet and stepped out of them, wearing only a tiny pair of pink panties. Hal found himself gawking helplessly as the girl took down her panties. She didn't have a single hair on her childish mons. The plump pink lips were naked, pouting.

Hal felt a dizzy wave of lust. He'd never had a girl this young, so young that she didn't even have pussy fur yet. It appealed to him powerfully. He imagined how tight she'd be...

Knock it off, he thought. Get out...

Yes, if he didn't get out of that bathroom, away from temptation, there could be real trouble. He didn't trust himself to be alone with this delicious naked little girl. Already he felt his cock twitching and throbbing with interest...

"Uh, your water's ready, Debby," he said weakly.

"Okay," she said. "Thanks, Hal. Now, I wonder where the soap is? And a washcloth?"

They'd just moved in, and everything was in confusion. Brenda hadn't had time to unpack everything.

"You go ahead and get in the tub," Hal said. "I'll look for the soap and washcloth."

"Right," Debby said obediently.

He watched her get into the tub. As she bent and raised one leg, he had a brief glimpse of her thirteen-year-old virgin slit. It was small, dainty, a lovely pink. The mouth of her untried cunt was very small, almost hidden. He was sure now that she'd gotten aroused by the movie because the plump lips of her pussy were wet and gleaming.

He felt another dizzy wave of lust. Christ, how he'd like to get into that tiny virgin twat of hers...

He forced himself to turn away and search the bathroom cupboards. Soon he found soap, washcloth, and towels, and he brought them over to Debby. She was stretched out in the tub, luxuriating in the warm water.

Her cute little pointed tits just broke the surface of the water, making tiny pink islands. Slightly blurred beneath the water he could see the impish pout of her hairless mons. Her body was small and slim but beginning to develop feminine curves. She'd be a delight to fuck...

Hal put the towel within easy reach and held out the soap and washcloth to Debby. "Here you go," he said, his voice a little husky with longing.

"Thanks," she said, smiling up at him.

Her mouth was round and tiny, her lips naturally rosy-pink. Hal had a brief helpless fantasy of that little mouth closing around the head of his cock, nipping, licking, sucking... Stop it, he thought.

"Hal," she said, "please do me one more favor, if you're not too busy. Would you wash my back? Mom always does that, but she's not here."

Hal swallowed hard. "I'm not too busy," he said.

Debby sat up, her tiny pointed boobs jiggling deliciously. Her back was tan, slim, silky. Hal got soap lather on his hands and began to rub her. Her skin was as soft and slick as a baby's. He thought how delightful it would be to touch her all over...

"Ummm," said Debby, "that feels nice. You do it different from Mom. It really feels good."

Hal managed a nervous laugh. "Well," he said, "besides being a mechanical genius, I'm also an expert masseur."

Debby giggled. "Oh, you bullshitter," she said delightedly.

Hal sighed as he worked his strong hands up and down her satiny back. Here she was: naked and inviting, letting him touch her, and yet he couldn't have her. She was his wife's daughter, she was only thirteen. It was just out of the question.

"Ummmmmm," Debby said again.

She was lulled, tranquilized, by his massage. She leaned back against his hands, letting him stroke her, obviously enjoying it enormously. Hal began to talk to her, wanting to prolong the delicious moments.

"So you're thirteen now, Debby?" he said. "Have you dated any boys yet?"

"Oh, no," she said wistfully, "Mom won't let me. She says I have to wait till I'm sixteen."

"Well, maybe she's right," said Hal. "But you've had nothing to do with boys at all? Not even a kiss?"

"Nope," Debby said, sighing. "I'm dying to know what it's like, thought."

"I'll bet," said Hal.

He could remember when he was her age, how he'd been constantly horny, constantly having to jack off to make his embarrassing hard-ons go down. He'd been obsessed with sex. Were little girls that way, though? Would a girl Debby's age actually think about fucking?

The answer was yes, but Hal didn't know it. Debby was thinking about it at that moment, remembering what she'd seen through the keyhole. She wanted very much to have that experience, to see what it would be like to take a hard long cock into her body.

She was just wondering how she could get Hal to cooperate...

It wouldn't be easy. Like most grown-ups, he was nervous and uptight when it came to sex. She'd seen how he blew his cool when she got undressed in front of him, and he was blushing as he washed her back. She'd have to take it slow, trick him into it... She just had to learn more about sex, and Hal was the only man around.

He finished with her back and started to move away.

"Ohhh," Debby said in a little cooing voice, "that was so nice, Hal. Would you wash the rest of me, please?" She said it with an innocent smile, looking him right in the eye.

Hal felt himself flushing right down to his toes.

"Wh-why, of course, Debby," he said, almost stammering in his excitement.

Christ, she was asking him to touch her all over. He didn't know if he could control himself, but he just couldn't pass up the experience. He quickly lathered his hands again.

Debby turned around in the tub to face him, offering her cute little pointed tits. She looked utterly unashamed and innocent. Hal felt his hands trembling as he placed them on her shoulders and began to work downward. She was so soft, so nice to touch...

At last he had worked down to her breasts. He slid his hands over them, feeling the firm little cones pressing against his palms. He soaped her plump little jugs well, then began to massage them. Debby flushed with pleasure.

"Oh, that feels really nice," she said.

She was surprised and delighted to discover how good it felt when a man played with her blossoming titties. They were very sensitive, and each time Hal squeezed or rubbed them, she felt hot excitement in her pussy. She thrust her chest forward, pressing her aroused pink-nippled boobs against his palms. He rubbed faster.

"Ohhhhhh, yes," she said, sighing. "I REALLY like that!"

Hal felt her little pink nipples going hard and erect against his palms. Her tiny tits were swelling up with arousal, getting firmer, rounder, hotter. Her excitement sparked his, and he felt his cock suddenly lurch into full erection, straining in the confinement of his pants.

He blushed. Fortunately the side of the tub separated them, and she couldn't see the grotesque bulge of his crotch. She wasn't looking at him, anyhow. Her eyes were blank and glazed with pleasure as he massaged her sensitive little tits.

Better stop that, Hal thought. It could lead to trouble!

Reluctantly he slid his hands down off her fat little boobs and began to wash her ribs and belly. Debby sighed wistfully, no doubt wanting more of his pleasant massage. Hal discreetly skipped her crotch and moved down to wash her legs and feet.

"Hal," she said, "you missed a few places."

He hardly ever blushed, certainly not like this. His rugged face flamed, and he could hardly talk, he was so choked up with lust.

"Oh, yes," he said, "Sorry."

Debby got up on her knees so he could wash her crotch. As far as he could tell, she saw nothing wrong with him touching her there. It was just another part of her body, as far as she was concerned. To Hal, though, it was very different. Touching her little virgin pussy was a helluva lot different from soaping her legs.

He got a big fistful of lather and, with trembling hands, he reached between her slim silky thighs. He felt her young pussy, plump, smooth as satin, and feverishly hot. He began to rub her there, moving his soapy hand slowly back and forth from the tiny wrinkled mouth of her anus to the fat pouting lips of her mons.

Debby sighed loudly. "Oh, that feels nice," she said.

Oh, Christ! thought Hal.

His cock was so hard, so achingly full, he could hardly stand it.

There was nothing he could do about it, either. Even though this delicious little chick was letting him rub her snatch, and grooving on it, he couldn't ball her. She was too young, she was legally his daughter.

"Oooooo," Debby cooed, "oooooo..."

It felt wonderful to have Hal rub his soapy slick hand back and forth over her pussy. Dizzying waves of pleasure washed over her body, and she felt her cunt getting hot and wet. Following her natural instincts she began to rub her horny little pussy back and forth over his hand. That felt even better.

"OH, HAL," she said, gasping, "THAT FEELS... GREAT..."

Hal didn't trust himself to speak. He could feel her tiny teenage snatch growing fiery hot from his rubbing, and then he felt the steamy trickle of her cunt cream on his hand. He was getting her horny, no doubt about it. He felt like a dirty old man, yet he just couldn't bring himself to stop.

Debby swayed dizzily, cooing and squealing with delight. She put her little hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her eyes rolled wildly, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. More scalding juices burst from her aroused twat to soak his hand.

Hal felt himself losing control. He couldn't seem to suppress his wicked instincts, his desire to turn her on. He worked his soapy hand forward, then wriggled one finger inside the searing plump lips of her mons. He touched her tiny, hot clit and began to rub it.

"OOOOOO!" Debby squealed.

She was delighted. Hal was touching that funny little button, the one that had given her so much pleasure when she'd touched herself there. It felt even better when he did it. She was creaming steadily now, rubbing her horny little snatch against his hand. She dug her nails into his shoulders, cooing: "Ummm, ummm, ngh, ooohhh, ummmmm!"

Hal saw that the girl was completely lost in sensual pleasure. He was miserably conscious that he was frigging his own teenage stepdaughter, but he couldn't seem to stop. Her excitement fed his. His cock was drooling in his pants now, hard and ready.

He kept on rubbing her tiny hot clit, making her squeal and moan with pleasure, and he worked another finger up the tiny squeezing mouth of her cunt. He didn't get far. There was a barrier there, the taut membrane of her hymen. When he touched it, Debby winced. He knew it hurt her, so he withdrew. He'd found out, though, that her virgin cunt was every bit as tight as he'd dreamed...

Working farther back with his slick soapy finger, he touched the bumpy little mouth of her anus. He rimmed it a few times and saw Debby blush with pleasure. She liked to be touched there, he could tell.

He popped the slick tip of his finger into her hot tight little asshole.

"UHHH," Debby said, moaning. "Oh, yeah, I like that..."

Sweating in his excitement, Hal worked his finger all the way up her incredibly narrow asshole. "EEE-i-i-i-e-e-e!" The girl squealed with delight. He worked his finger wickedly in and out of her searing slick rectum, and she creamed furiously into his hand. He kept rubbing her clit, too, giving her double stimulation.

Debby thought she would faint with pleasure. Hal was rimming and rubbing her horny little clit, plus working his finger swiftly up and down the aroused narrow passage of her bumhole. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly she was shrieking as she felt her body burst with a powerful orgasm.

"Oooooo!" she wailed. "OOOOOO! WH-WHAT? WHAT'S HAPPENING-G-G!?!"

Hal felt her tiny bumhole squeezing his finger, felt the fiery rush of juice from her cunt. There was no doubt he was making her cum. He felt deeply ashamed of himself. He had no business diddling this little girl, frigging his own young stepdaughter. He thought of Brenda and how she'd trusted him with the child. He hated himself.

He snatched his hand away from her burning crotch and stood up. "Debby," he said hoarsely, "you can, uh, finish your bath alone. I've got some papers to work on."

"Okay, Hal," she said, sighing. "Thanks for washing me."

He turned beet red and ran out of the room. Debby shrugged. Grownups sure were funny. She couldn't understand why he wanted to stop when they were having such a good time, but perhaps she could get him to do it again soon.

CHAPTER FOUR

Brenda hadn't wanted to leave the house and go to work. She never wanted to enter the club again. She wanted to spend all her time with Hal. It seemed silly to forfeit her paycheck, though, so she reluctantly showed up at the Red Dragon where she'd worked as a cocktail waitress for the past few years.

It was a week night and rather slow, just a few quiet drunks sitting at tables. Brenda took her time about appearing on the floor. There was a special room in back where the girls kept their coats and sometimes came for a smoke and a breather. She entered the room, hung up her coat, and lit a cigarette.

Her friend Lillian came in, popping her chewing gum, and gave her usual greeting, "Hy-ya, kid."

Lillian was a tall, very stacked blonde. On her the bright red club costume looked spectacular. Men were always pawing her on the floor, but Lillian also possessed a stunning punch to the jaw that discouraged anyone who got out of line. She picked her dates -- they didn't pick her.

"Hi, Lillian," said Brenda. "How are you?"

"Tired," said Lillian, lighting a Marlboro. "I wish I had your luck. I'd like to marry some rich dude and get out of this racket. Every day there's a new hassle. Now we got this new owner..."

"New owner?" said Brenda. "I didn't hear about that."

"It happened while you were on your honeymoon," said Lillian. "The old guy, Mr. Green, sold out. He was tired. The new guy is called Denton. He takes over tonight. We'll probably have to learn a whole new routine."

"I suppose," said Brenda. "I'm glad I'll only be here a few more days."

There was a knock at the door. It was Louis, the bartender. "The new boss wants to see you, Brenda," he said. "In the office."

"I wonder what for?" said Brenda. "I'm quitting on Friday."

She went to the office and found a very attractive young man sitting behind the desk. He was a little too slick-looking for her taste -- longish black hair, thick mustache, Italian suit and big flowery tie, rings all over his fingers -- but she couldn't deny that he had even features and a nice build.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Eddie Denton. I'd like to talk to you, Brenda." He gestured her to a chair with a wave of his thin black cigar.

Brenda sat down. She didn't like the way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his dark eyes. "I hope you know, Mister Denton," she said, "that I'm only working till Friday. I just got married, and I've given my notice."

Denton's glittery brown eyes rested on the ripe creamy cleavage of her breasts. "Yeah," he said, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about. They tell me you're the very best waitress. I wouldn't wanta lose you. How about staying on -- with a raise? I'll make it worth your while."

Brenda sighed. It figured. She'd been pleading for a raise for years, and now it came when she didn't need it.

"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said pleasantly, "but I don't need to work any more. My husband is very well off. I'm sure Lillian can help you, though. She knows as much as I do."

"Yeah," said Denton, still ogling her tits, "but she ain't as sexy as you are. She's too old. I need a drawing card like you, baby. I'll double your salary. Whaddya say?"

Brenda stood up. She didn't like this man, didn't like the way he stared at her body or the way he talked to her. She said as politely as she could, "No. I'm sorry, I'm not interested. If you'll excuse me, I have to go to work."

Denton looked angry, but she didn't stay around to hear what else he had to say. She was glad she was quitting soon. Old Mr. Green had been polite, even courtly, to the girls. Denton was repulsive. He'd looked at her like she was just a cunt on legs, an object to be exploited.

The night continued slow, and Brenda found herself standing around with nothing to do. She couldn't help thinking about Hal and how wonderful it would be to be home now in bed with him. She grew hot and horny at the very thought. She imagined his wonderful thick cock sliding into her -- and she felt a scalding burst of juice in the crotch of her panties.

Oh-oh, she thought, I better get busy.

To take her mind off her agonizing horniness, she went behind the bar and started washing some glasses for Louis. Irresistibly, though, she drifted back to her thoughts of Hal and his fantastic lovemaking. She could hardly wait to get home and climb into bed with him. If he was asleep, she'd pump his cock... She was so lost in her horny fantasy that she forgot the world around her.

From behind, somebody slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties.

Brenda gasped and straightened up from the sink. The thick hot finger tickled deliciously over her swollen wet pussy, inching up into her greedy nipping cunt. For a moment she lost control of herself, thrusting her hips back to meet the thrusting finger, taking it far up her famished twat. She moaned softly.

Then she came to her senses, remembering that she was standing at the bar in the club. She could hardly let whoever-it-was frig her in front of the customers. She jerked her hips forward and the finger slipped out of her panties.

Brenda turned around and saw Louis the bartender, a big, balding guy, winking at her.

"Louis," she said, blushing furiously, "where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?"

He grinned. "It's because you're leaving, Brenda. I always wanted to cop a feel, and I figured this was my last chance."

Brenda had to laugh. Louis was a nice guy, a buddy, and he was just putting her on. She felt a little ashamed, though, of how aroused she'd gotten just from feeling his finger up her box. My God, she must really be horny... All the more reason to get home to Hal.

At quitting time, Denton called her into his office again.

Brenda was tired, dying to get home, and she could have screamed with impatience. She walked briskly into the office and found Denton lounging behind his desk. She began to think that the long thin black cigar was part of his face. When he saw her, he sat up straight and grinned, his eyes making a quick sweep of her body in the skimpy red costume.

"Yes, Mister Denton?" she said briskly. "You wanted to see me?"

"Just to see if you've changed your mind about my offer," he said. "In fact, I'll make it even better. I've been thinking of having a go-go dancer and a small band. I'll make you the dancer, Brenda, and I'll triple your salary. You won't have to peddle drinks any more."

Brenda sighed. It was the kind of opportunity she'd always dreamed of during those ten long years of grubbing for a living -- and now she didn't need it.

"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said. "A week ago I would have jumped at the chance, but now I don't need the money. If you'll excuse me, I want to get home to my husband."

"Wait," said Denton.

He got out of his chair and strode to the door, standing in front of it, blocking her way. "I might as well level with you," he said. "There's a chance to make a lot more money than just triple your salary. Besides dancing, I'd want you to entertain my preferred customers. I want only beautiful girls with class -- that's why you'll do and Lillian won't. In other words, baby, I'm putting in call girls. There's no limit to what you could make, sometimes over a hundred bucks a trick. You better think about it."

Brenda slowly reddened. So that was how he regarded her -- as a potential whore.

"I don't need to think about it," she said icily. "You'll have to find yourself another girl."

Denton's handsome face twisted into a cruel leer. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You're too good for that kind of work. You don't do naughty things like sleep with men."

"Please get out of my way, Mister Denton," Brenda said. "Our talk is over. I want to go home."

She tried to push past him, but he seized her wrist and held it painfully tight.

"Our talk may be over," he said, "but our action ain't. You turned me on the minute I saw you, doll. Why don't you stick around awhile, have a drink with me?"

Brenda eyed him coldly. First he'd insulted her by offering her a job as a hooker, and now he wanted to treat her like one.

"Let me go," she hissed. "I want to go home."

He glared at her. "You're just too good for everything, aren't you?" he said. "Quit bullshittin' me, baby. Don't tell me that all the time you've worked here you haven't laid anybody. Don't tell me you didn't take a few customers home."

Brenda's face flamed. It was true, to her chagrin, that on a few occasions she'd taken men home from the club. Sometimes she'd gotten so unbearably horny she just had to.

"I'm only human," she said. "I've gone home with a few men, yes. But I picked them."

Denton laughed harshly. "And you're not picking me," he said, "is that it?"

"That's it," said Brenda. She was going to waste no more time being polite to this creep. The only thing that would stop him was a direct rejection -- or a Sherman tank.

"Don't be too hasty," he said. "Lots of chicks think I'm pretty good in the hay."

"I'm sure they do," said Brenda wearily, "but you're not my type."

He bent her arm cruelly behind her back. "Baby," he said, "I got a feeling anything with a cock is your type."

She raised her arm to hit him in the face, but he laughed and pushed her back hard. Brenda stumbled and sat down on the floor. He was strong -- and she was frightened.

"Please let me out of this room," she said. "My husband will be worried about me, wondering why I'm late."

"Sure," said Denton, "I'll let you out, on one condition. If you want out, you let me ball you."

Brenda glanced at his crotch. His fancy Italian suit was grossly tented at the fly. He meant business. She began to think fast. If she could throw him off his guard, just for a second, she could get out the door. The night cleaning crew would be there, and he wouldn't dare bother her in front of witnesses.

"All right," she said, faking a meek voice, "but make it fast. I want to get home."

Denton grinned. The bastard did have perfect teeth.

"That's more like it," he said. "You bet I'll make it fast. I'm damn near ready to cum right now. I don't know what it is, Brenda, but of all the girls, you're the only one that appeals to me."

Lucky me, Brenda thought dryly.

She started to take off her costume. She hated to undress in front of this creep and his leering eyes, but she figured it would distract him and give her a chance to run for the door. She gave him a slight smile as she tossed her red cowboy hat into a chair. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and slowly took down her red net stockings.

Denton grinned and moved closer to watch her. He was now about three feet from the door, but he still blocked her way.

Giving him her sexiest smile, Brenda reached behind herself and unhooked the red-fringed bra-top of her costume. Denton's glittery brown eyes widened in anticipation. Slowly she let the bra drop down over the jutting points of her full breasts.

Her big creamy boobs popped into view, the light brown nipples taut and pointed. The huge globes quivered delicately. Denton was breathing so loud she could hear him, and his dark face flushed in horny appreciation as he gawked at her out sized breasts.

"Oh, man," he said, "you really oughtta reconsider what I said about dancing. I mean, as a topless dancer, you'd make this place famous. With tits that size, we'd have a full house every night."

Brenda shuddered. It repulsed her to think of getting up in front of a leering crowd of men to display her naked, obscenely jiggling tits. Denton's remark gave her an idea, though. There might be another way to distract him from the door.

"Well, I'm not the greatest dancer in the world," she said modestly. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, you wouldn't have to be a good dancer," Denton said, chuckling, "not with tits like that. You'd just move your body around a little to some music. Here, I'll show you what I had in mind." He crossed quickly to his desk and switched on a radio. Rock music filled the room. "Just move around to that," he said.

Brenda obeyed. She swayed and undulated her body to the music, making sure her breasts moved as much as possible. The big melon-shaped tits swayed, bounced, and jiggled. Denton leaned against his desk watching her, his eyes glued to her lewdly dancing tits. He was plainly delighted and fascinated.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "you're a natural..."

Brenda grinned at him. As she went on dancing, she moved, slowly but steadily toward the door.

"Yeah," Denton said, "perfect. See, you wouldn't really have to dance. You got the idea already -- just move your tits a lot. The customers'll be watching that. They won't even notice the music."

Brenda smiled sweetly and reached behind her and touched the doorknob. She twisted it. The door was locked. Panic-stricken, she whirled it open.

"You lousy CUNT!" snarled Denton.

He sprang across the room and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away from the door. Before she could regain her balance, he pushed her to the floor.

"All right," he said angrily, "let's quit kidding around. You want out of here, and I wanta get laid. It's that simple. Take off those panties and give me a quick fuck -- then you can go home."

Brenda glared at him. Her b

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