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. "E-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.