Kitty refused to take no for an answer the next morning, keeping the pressure on Andy until he gave in to her. She'd made it plain that he'd fucked her for the first and last time the night before, unless he agreed to go along with her plan.
Andy believed that Kitty needing a place to stay was her only reason for putting him up against the wall that way. In the light of day, he couldn't take that sister business seriously.
Although, he had to admit every time he sneaked another glance at her, the effect was rattling.
Since it was Saturday, there was no school for Andy to miss. He and Kitty dressed and slipped away from the house in his car before anybody else in his family was awake. As they drove around the outskirts of Centerville, Kitty coached him about what to say when they returned to his house. But when that time came, Andy thought she'd be the one who did most of the talking.
The longer they were away from home, the more Andy began to have second thoughts about what he was getting into. Sure, he thought, she was one terrific piece of ass. But, like he'd told her last night, he'd been doing all right in the pussy department before she came along. Maybe once with her was enough, after all, he thought.
But then, seeming to read his mind, Kitty purred. "Need a little extra dose of courage right about now, Andy honey?"
Her nervously asked her what she meant.
"Turn up here and you'll find out," she said. Andy recognized the place at once. He'd been up there to Make-out Point enough times with girls. But always at night, never at that time of day. Morning, though, he soon saw, made Make-out Point even more isolated than usual. "If you're new in town," he asked when they'd parked, "h-how'd you know this was up here?"
Kitty seductively said, "Now I can't very well explain that to you if I'm busy sucking your cock, now can I? Of course, if you're not in the mood for a blow-job…"
Andy found himself with an instant hard-on. As his swollen fly was being unzipped, he temporarily forgot about everything but getting his cock sucked by the mystery girl of his dreams. When he came in her mouth, something abruptly occurred to him. He couldn't believe he'd gone that far without knowing it.
"Your name!" he blurted out as she swallowed his cum. "You've never even told me your name! You really do have at least a first name I can call you, don't you?"
She waited until she'd downed the last of his jizz, then bobbed up with a sticky grin from his spent prick. Andy was as breathless with suspense as he was from shooting his wad.
"Kitty," she told him. "My name is Kitty."
"Kitty what?"
"Just plain Kitty for now. Trust me… now let's go home!"
"Dad," Andy Branch said, "this here's Kitty. Her and me… well, it's like we're sorts going together. And, she's had some trouble with her folks. You know? So, uh, she needs a place to stay for a while."
John Branch raised his eyebrows, looking at both his son and the girl before saying, "Stay here with us, is that what you mean, Son?"
Andy sheepishly nodded, muttering, "Know it's a big favor to ask, Dad, but…"
"Perhaps," John Branch said, speaking in carefully measured terms, "if I spoke with the young lady in private before we make any decisions. So, Andy, if you'll please excuse us, thank you."
Given the hint to make himself scarce, Andy almost tiptoed away. Kitty was led by his father into a nearby den, and the door closed behind them. When she sat down across from John Branch, the more Kitty was certain he was her father, too.
He turned out to be a man who didn't mince words, asking her point blank, "Are you sleeping with my boy, young lady?"
Kitty decided on an even more direct approach. "Sure, Andy's fucked me!"
It didn't seem to faze John Branch. "I see. And is that what has your family in such an uproar?"
"No, the folks back home don't know about me and Andy," Kitty said with some degree of the truth. "I just need to get away from them, that's all. No good for me anymore."
"So, I suppose you think, to use your charming word, that you can fuck your way into Andy's family!" John Branch starkly stated. "You think you can do a little better for yourself in this world by seducing the son of a bank president!"
"Hey," she said, improvising, "there's something in it for you, too, if you want it!"
"Such as?" he asked dryly.
"Same as Andy's been getting," Kitty boldly replied, ready for anything at that point. "Me!"
If she'd expected her boldness to cause any cracks in John Branch's armor, however, she was mistaken. But, she supposed, she'd have been disappointed her father if he'd lost his elegant cool.
"Well," he smoothly said. "it looks like your timing is excellent, young lady. Just happens that my wife is out of town for a few days and perhaps something can be arranged, if you're serious."
"But how serious are you?" Kitty asked brashly, continuing to awe herself. "I'm looking for a lot more out of this than only a few days!"
"Ah, smart girl!" John Branch chuckled. "Also just happens that I'm looking for a new mistress. A nice, young one who knows what a man like me expects from her. The last one didn't. She wanted more than being kept in a first-class apartment with all expenses paid. Made the mistake of forgetting that I'm also, shall we say, a happily married man. At least, that is, on paper."
"A scandal would ruin the president of the bank in this town, huh?" Kitty asked cannily.
"Precisely," John Branch said. "Must say, you have quite a good head on your shoulders, my dear. However, if you're interested in applying for the, uh, position, what counts most is what you have between your legs!"
"Is the door locked?" Kitty asked.
"Certainly. I'm not the kind of man who leaves things to chance. The rest is up to you. You're either woman enough to take advantage of my offer, or you're not."
Kitty smiled, at her absolute sexiest, and began to strip.
"Yes," John said, "I like your breasts. Very nice. A most pleasant appetizer before the main course!"
"You mean you like my tits," Kitty bluntly replied. "Not my breast, my tits!"
"Ummmmm, you're a sassy one, aren't you?" John Branch said, expressing his approval in his tone of voice. "I like that in a young woman. Something a man misses in his wife after a marriage passes a certain point."
"Ready for the best, for last?"
"Definitely," John Branch said in his usual, understated way.
Kitty had saved her pussy for the final impact. So now, wriggling out of her jeans, she left her panties between her gaze and the treasured cunt between her legs.
"I just love showing it off!" she said. "You'll see why!"
She slowly peeled her panties down, with John Branch expecting her cunt-bush to appear. When her panties fell to the floor, he was staring at a completely hairless cunt which could have easily belonged to a much younger girl. But John Branch seemed as composed as ever. "So you shave it, do you?"
Rattled by his outward lack of passion, Kitty pouted. "Don't you like it?"
"Quite the opposite, my dear," John Branch answered. "The fact is, when I take up with a young woman, I insist on her cunt being utterly smooth. Which means, you arrive on my doorstep already having passed the first test. Now, if you don't mind…" He left his chair. "I'd like to taste you!"
John Branch backed Kitty over toward the couch. He still hadn't touched her, but his commanding gaze made her spread herself beneath him. As quickly as she could do so, she was all cunt on him.
"Yes!" John panted, his voice rippling with emotion for the first time, as his eyes feasted on Kitty's bald cunt. "This is what makes the difference for me. Mast men are the same way, somewhere inside them, but. I'm man enough to admit it!"
"What's that?" Kitty whispered, fingering apart her hairless pussy-lips for added persuasion.
It was a subject of importance second to none for John Branch. He gulped out his words, revealing his very soul after having played the part of Mr. Cool for so long.
"Every man," he said, "dreams of his very own little girl. One who looks up to him like he can do no wrong. Do you know what I mean?"
Kitty was sure she did, answering, "You mean, like his own daughter?"
John Branch nodded, then wistfully sighed. "I missed out on the real thing when it was mine to have. Never mind how… main thing is that I've been trying the best I can to make up for it ever since."
"Are you trying to tell me," Kitty asked, "that when you fuck somebody young enough to be your daughter, that's what you make her be in your mind – your daughter?"
"I can't help it!" John Branch said. "And the younger my little girl looks for me, the more I want to do for her. Know that I can't risk anyone under a certain age, but I can buy the next best thing to the real thing. And, damned if you aren't as close to what I'm after as I've ever seen!"
Kitty knew that she could do no wrong as long as she just followed her natural instincts, so she urged, "Then eat me, Daddy. Heat me up by eating my smooth pussy until I cum in your mouth!"
"Ahhhhh, yes!" John Branch murmured, then knelt beside the couch.
His face was swiftly between Kitty's open thighs. His tongue went for her cunt, and licked her pussy from the clit at the summit, to her asshole a notch below her juicy cunt-hole.
"Mmmm, so sweet!" he moaned after his first lapping taste. "My own real daughter couldn't have a sweeter cunt!"
"Would I be cumming for you next, if I was her?" Kitty asked.
"Please, baby, please!" John Branch croaked.
"Then suck it, Daddy, suck my cunt for all you're worth! Close your mouth all over my cunt and taste what happens!"
Kitty bucked her crotch. As John's lips sealed her pussy-lips and his tongue shot up her puss slit, she climaxed on the spot.
"Oh, that's wet!" she orgasmic ally moaned. "Such wet, wet cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming so wet Daddy, it almost feels like I'm pissing in your mouth!"
John Branch was in the mood for more. His tongue withdrew from the depths of Kitty's cunt. His probing tongue tip found a much shallower, tinier, but equally crucial opening – her piss-hole.
"Daddy," she excitedly asked, "am I wrong, or do you really want me to go ahead and piss in your mouth?"
The tip of his tongue poked her piss-hole without let-up, making his kinky desire as obvious as possible.
All Kitty wanted was to please the father whom she'd never known before. So, bearing down from within, she gave him what he craved – hot, steaming piss.
He took her piss down his thirstily gulping throat. If it had been anybody else drinking piss, Kitty supposed, she might have been turned off by such a bizarre act. But with her father, anything that gave him pleasure did the same for her. As she pissed for him, she was simultaneously thrilled by a fresh orgasm.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" she moaned as he drained her pissing, cumming pussy. "I never knew it could be this good with anybody! A girl's just fooling herself if she thinks anybody's better than her sweet sugar daddy. Oh, just listen to me go on, and you haven't even actually fucked me yet!"
John Branch lurched up from Kitty's cunt, slobbering with her piss and cum. "I'm ready… do you want my hard cock in your bald, young pussy now?"
"More than I've ever wanted anything in my life!" Kitty cried urgently. "Fuck me, Daddy! Please, you've just got to fuck me right away!"
"Yeah!" John Branch said hornily.
Kneeling before Kitty, he dropped his pants. His throbbing hard-on was every bit as big as Andy's.
"Oh, hurry, Daddy, hurry!" she pleaded. "Hurry up and put it into me!"
John Branch took aim. He separated Kitty's pussy-lips with his cock-head nudging between them. Then, once he'd made contact, he lunged full speed ahead.
"Mmmm, this is what I need, Daddy!" Kitty yelped, her cunt abruptly hilting his cock to the balls. "Now pump it! Pump your cock in me. Back and forth. In and out of my pussy!"
To help her father, Kitty wrapped her legs around him and rocked him in the cradle of her thighs. His cock responded in her cunt with jerking rhythm, with the male-female friction.
"Perfect, Daddy, perfect!" Kitty cried. "Now feel me cum for you!"
Her fucked cunt immediately went into orgasmic spasms. Her cunt was tugging and hauling at her father's prick, leaving him breathless.
"You're too good to be true!" he moaned. "If I closed my eyes, little girl, I could swear you really are my flesh-and-blood daughter!"
"Even more than you know, Daddy!"
John Branch did close his eyes, sighing. "Yes, yes, this is as close as it gets to the real thing. As good as it gets to fucking my own daughter!"
Fucking her in an almost dream-like state, John Branch placed his hands on Kitty's splendid, young tin. When she told him to go after her nipples, he pinched them.
"Awww, hurts so good!" Kitty groaned.
"Now more, Daddy, more! Treat my tits eyen worse!"
Her nipples were twisted around double. The exquisite pain went straight to her cunt to join the friction from her father's cock. Kitty came twice as hard as she had before. Yet still, she was greedy for more.
"My tits aren't all you can get at while you're fucking my pussy, Daddy!" she moaned. "There's way down below, too. Where I slit!"
John Branch needed no further encouragement to drop one of his hands between the cheeks of Kitty's squirming ass. He discovered she didn't shave there like she did her cunt. He approved, since that made her even more a combination of a little girl and a woman with both a smooth cunt and a hairy ass. He yanked at the silken fluff of her ass-hair, treating Kitty more welcome pain.
"I love it!" she squealed. "Now finger-fuck me there, Daddy! Deep and hard, straight up my horny asshole!"
John shoved a pair of fingers where Kitty slit. His fingers were curled at the knuckles, and felt like the head of a cock up her ass to go along with the cock screwing her pussy. And she felt the fucking from both sources rub together through the thin, membrane wall separating her fuck-holes.
"Oh. Daddy!" she cried. "It's as super in my ass as it is in my cunt. Just wish you could cum in me both places when you shoot your wad."
"Baby, don't soil me short!" John ached.
With a hiking thrust, his cock abruptly erupted at the depths of Kitty's pussy. Feeling his smelting jizz rush all the way into her womb. Kitty had only one regret – that there wasn't a similar flow also swamping her asshole. But she accepted that even a girl's father was only human, and she'd sure as anything settle for that pussyful of cum over any kind of load from anybody else.
After his last drop of cum was spilled, John's hard-on remained as rigid as ever. When he pulled his cock out of her drenched pussy-slit, Kitty hoped prick was headed for her shifter.
Her father's fingers withdrew from her stretched whole. In their place, his cock-head nudged against her. Just a shove, and his cock would be in her shit-chute, she thought, his dick's surging path.
"Go for it, Daddy!" she urged wildly. "It'll be an better than the first one!"
Kitty's was suddenly as jammed as much hard dick as she'd ever taken.
"Daddy, you stud!" she cried, crazed with lust. "Fuck my ass so deep that I can't help myself! So I do more than cum! So I shit, too, Daddy! Shit all over your cock at the same time I'm cumming!"
"Mmmm, you dirty, little bitch!" John Branch said with approval. "You're always one jump ahead of me, always ready in advance for whatever will turn me on the most!"
"That's what Daddy's little girl is for!" Kitty moaned. "Now pour it on, Daddy. Ass-fuck the living shit out of my cumming ass!"
"I'll split you in two if I can, bitch!" John Branch murmured lovingly.
"Yes, go font, Daddy! Rip me… rip me!" Kitty pleaded.
His cock was like a jackhammer. Kitty had never experienced such violence. And had never treasured anything more.
She came, the orgasmic network of nerves connecting her asshole to her clit humming. She started to boil within, when her bowels gave way. Hot shit burned her father's prick with its rushing slime. In return, his balls gave way, and he was answering Kitty's shitty flow with a creamy one of his own, shooting his wad even more mightily than he had in her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy, you did it… did it!" Kitty howled with glee as her ass was flooded with jizz. "Came in both my pussy and my asshole. It's heaven, Daddy, pure heaven! Makes me the luckiest girl in the world! Thank you, Daddy, thank you!"
After pulling away from his cock, she reared up and pounced on his wonderfully filthy fuck tool. She sucked her stilt off of his cock, keeping his cock hard, and didn't stop until there was yet another load of jizz for her to devour.
"Daddy," she said, "it's only gonna get even better between us. We'll be so sucking, fucking great together!"
"No man in his right mind would argue with tat!" John Branch sighed, his overworked cock reluctantly collapsing in a sticky coil. "You've got the job. My mistress."
"Is that all, Daddy?" Kitty pouted.
"I mean, welcome home, little girl! I've finally bought myself a daughter to fuck. As long as you put out like this for me, you'll live like a princess in Centerville. The way John Branch's little girl should!"
"I'll earn it!" vowed Kitty, never meaning anything more in her life. "You won't believe how much I'll earn it!"
John Branch sighed, though still not suspecting the whole truth about the remarkable, young woman who'd entered his life. "Little girl, after today, nothing you do will surprise me. You're that good for me. But, tell you what, don't let that stop you from frying."
"You've got yourself a deal there," Kitty promised. "You can bet your life on that… Daddy!"