Fawn raced to the bed and jumped on it like a small kid. She let the springs bounce her around, then flopped onto her back. She lifted her legs, feet planted firmly on the softly yielding surface to see what it would be like.
She decided she liked it. The bed was ever so much softer than the floor, even with the carpet.
Rocking back and forth, she found to her delight that she could probably get one hell of a good fucking just from the bed's spring action. She let out a low moan of anticipation and snuggled down into the bedspread.
She was delighted to find it was made of fake fur. The softness of it caressed her back and ass. She wiggled a few times more to make a nice little depression in the bed. Fawn decided this was a damn sight better for making love than any old floor!
Jack came staggering in, bottle clutched in his hand. His face was a grim mask.
"What's the matter, Jack? Is anything wrong? I haven't disappointed you, have I?"
"No, nothing like that, kid. You're dynamite in the sack. For a fifteen-year-old, you can't be beat."
The words cut her. She didn't want to be as good as any fifteen-year-old. She wanted to be the best ever. Nothing less would do.
"I'll try harder, Jack. Honest! I want to be better than any woman you ever had!"
"You will be if you keep up the practice sessions like you have been. No, it's not anything like that. You know I told you I made a thousand bucks off the basketball game?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice. She sensed what was coming and didn't like it one bit.
"I put it back into bets. And, well, I bet more than the grand. I lost close to two thousand."
"You told me you had the money." She was suddenly suspicious of him. This was a different tune he was singing than when she'd come in. But why should he lie to her? Didn't he love her as much as she loved him?
Sure he did!
"It's gone. And I owe a lot of bread to other bookies. Look, just this one time, will you help me out of a jam?"
"Tell me about it." She was thinking of the prior times she'd helped him. There didn't seem to be any end to the favors he asked. Yet, she couldn't really complain. Balling the basketball player had been great and even letting Ears fuck her hadn't been that bad.
In a way, Ears had touched something hidden in her. He'd stirred an elemental passion even Jack missed. But she put that out of her head. She had to concentrate on what her lover was saying.
"… there's this other bookie, see? And I owe him a bundle. He'll lay it off, maybe even forget it, in return for a very, very special favor. And that's where you come in."
She said nothing. Fawn wasn't sure she trusted herself to answer anything he said. She wanted to say no, but knew if she opened her mouth, her emotions would instantly answer yes for her.
"Okay. Ben's coming over and he wants to ball you. That's one reason I shaved your snatch. He gets off on young girls – very young girls."
"What do you want me to do?"
He leaned forward and kissed her, his breath almost overpowering with the bourbon. "I knew I could count on you, darling. Ben wants to playact that you're his daughter. You act like you're his kid, then, well, then you just let him fuck you."
"That's it?" It sounded so easy.
"That's all there is to it. And it'll help me out of a big jam. A jam to the tune of a couple thousand bucks."
She couldn't believe Jack. It seemed incredible that any man would pay two thousand dollars just to screw his own daughter, or to screw someone pretending to be his daughter. But if Jack said it was true, it must be.
He had no reason to lie to her. None at all.
"I'll do it, Jack. This one time only. You've got to promise me you'll stop betting, though. It's ruining your life."
"All right. For you, darling, I'll stop betting." She missed the cunning gleam in his eyes. He kissed her again and continued, "Want another drink before the old geezer gets here?"
"No. I'm okay. Just you…" Her words were cut off by a timid knocking at the door.
Jack hastily rose from the bed and blew her a kiss as he left the room. "Just go along with anything Ben wants and it'll be over quick."
Fawn wondered. She lay back letting the softness of the bedspread comfort her. The fur soothed her jangled nerves. It was ridiculous getting so uptight over having still another man fuck her. The idea of acting out a little scene when she didn't know the script was the thing bothering her the most.
She needn't have worried. Ben supplied her with all the clues from the very instant he walked in the room.
She looked up and saw a small, middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His hair was peppered with grey, a grey that Fawn thought was very dignified. In a way, it made him incredibly sexy. She moaned and rubbed over her snatch, deciding this might not be too bad a gig after all.
"What are you doing up so late?" the man demanded.
"Oh, nothing. I was just…"
"You were reading, weren't you? You were reading those dirty books I told you were forbidden. Don't lie to me!"
"Okay. I was." Fawn wondered if she should call him Daddy, then decided against it.
"Show me the books. I don't want any daughter of mine reading such filth. And you only twelve years old!"
"Oh, Daddy!" the words leaked from between her lips. She quickly raced on, suddenly conscious of her nakedness. "I got rid of them. All of them."
"I think you're lying. My God, look at the shameless way you're exposing your lush, young body to me. Me, your very own father! It's a disgrace."
"Not really. I think I have a very nice body. Don't you like it?"
She sat up on the bed and took one tit in each hand. She pressed up from under the huge globes so that the nipples pointed at the man. He seemed to be reacting. She caught a faint movement in the area of his crotch. Smiling, she squeezed down on her nipples.
They sprang rigid. The blood-red made startling contrast with the milky white of boobs. She swayed gently from side to side to make her tits bounce around.
"Stop that! It's indecent!"
"But Daddy, I'm only twelve," she said. "How would I know what's indecent and what's not. Unless you show me?" she added for good measure.
He glided across the room and sat on the bed, only an arm's reach away from her. Quietly, he said, "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to shout at you. I only have your best interests at heart."
She looked down at the huge mound at his crotch. That wasn't all he had in the way of interest, she decided. Moving closer, she rubbed her naked flesh against his arm. He didn't move but his breathing became ragged, uneven.
"Show me, Daddy."
His hands were trembling as he reached out. He took one of her tits in his hand. She shivered. The hand was icy cold. Still, she shoved her chest out so that he got a handful of succulent young titflesh.
"There? Is that better? You mustn't stay so far away from me."
"I love you so!" he muttered. "I… I shouldn't do this, but…" And then he kissed her full on the lips.
She immediately let her lips part just enough for him to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Once there, she held it captive between her pearly teeth. He moaned but she continued to gently chew on his tongue.
Her own pink tongue worked against the tip of his. She fondled that tongue as if it were the tip of his cock. The only thing that mattered to her was getting the man excited.
Her hand moved up his leg until it rested on his crotch. From the activity she felt under her hand, she didn't have to worry too much more about getting him hot and bothered.
He was ready to fuck.
Pulling away, he said, "I love you more than life itself. But… but you're my very own daughter!"
Playing her role, the girl instantly responded, "But Daddy, love comes in so many forms. Must you just look? Can't you hold me close? In your arms?"
"Yes, yes!" he hissed. "I can do that!"
"I want you so!" And her hand begin unzipping his pants. For a moment, she thought he was going to protest. Then he seemed to relax a little and began to explore her lush young body.
"Your body! I can't believe you're my daughter. But the… the snatch. It's the snatch of a little girl."
She felt his hand gliding over the naked pussy mound. The tingling his hand generated echoed through her entire body. She wanted him more than she'd have believed possible when Jack had approached her with this idea. The whole incest scene turned her on. She found herself imagining that he was her father.
It made things go a lot smoother and gave her a hell of a big turn-on.
Arms around each other, they collapsed to the softness of the fur bedspread. She moved her shoulders a little, both to get closer to the man she was pretending to be her father and to luxuriate in the sinful pleasure given her skin by the fur.
"Kiss me, kiss me all over," she whispered hotly in his ear. Then she started nibbling on the earlobe just enough to let him know she meant every word.
"Yes, yes! Your body is all mine. It sprang from my seed, and I'll give you the gift of my seed!"
"Yes, yes, ooohhh, yes, fuck me!"
He stiffened in her arms. For a split second, she thought she'd made a mistake. Moving quickly, she threw her leg over his and began rubbing her nude snatch on his pants leg. It was enough to get his mind off her momentary lapse. She'd have to be careful in the future. She shouldn't use such "bad" words. They weren't part of a twelve-year-old's vocabulary – at least, not his twelve-year-old ideal's.
She wrapped herself totally around his leg and began rubbing faster and faster. The thrill it gave her was indescribable. Every time she slid down his leg, her pussy lips were pulled wide open. As she moved her hips up his leg, her entire sex gash was treated to lingering touches. When he began raising and lowering his leg, giving her added pressure on her snatch, she found she could no longer speak coherently.
The only sounds coming from her lips were sounds of undiluted joy.
This was the life. She didn't care if he pretended she was a garbage collector. As long as he fucked her.
"Take me, Daddy, take me with your long… thing!"
She almost made the mistake of asking him to fuck her with his long cock. That would have spoiled the atmosphere. Twelve-year-olds didn't ask their fathers to fuck them.
"Yes, dearest, yes, I will, I will!"
His hands were more and more insistent. He clutched at her asscheeks. Pulling them apart gave the teenager a pang of pain which passed quickly. Then the finger exploring her firm young ass found her anus. The finger dipped down and into her asshole.
She surged forward against the man. She felt tears running down her face. The sensations running wildly through her gut needed to be put to rest with a long cock. The finger was only stirring her sexual appetites to the point where she'd do anything.
"Stick it in! I need it in me!" she begged. Her legs drifted apart in wanton invitation to his prick.
She felt the man's cock against her shaved pussy. Her hips seemed to obey their own instincts.
She began rubbing up and down on his prick. She needed it inside her, but this was the next best thing. Hesitating over actually touching it, the girl used her body to convey the aching need she felt.
The man seemed to know what she felt. He reached down between their bodies and started stroking across her cunt-mound. He seemed to come alive at the feel of the hot, fevered flesh that had once been under her pubic hair.
"Oh, daughter mine, I love you! And now, take this gift! I'm going to give you my seed! I'll plant it in you."
"Plant it deep!" she cried. Her hand closed over his and guided him along her well-greased sex lips. His hand was shaking. At least, she thought it was his hand that quivered so. It might have been hers.
Rolling over onto her back, she moved her legs as wide open as possible. His hand was still covering her sex gash. She managed to get him to shove a finger up her cunt. In a few seconds, his entire hand was moist with her pussy juice.
"Isn't that so much nicer than up my asshole? Go on, Daddy, give me your gift. Your daughter wants her present from you right now!"
He heavily turned and crushed her down into the bed. His face was flushed with exertion, with excitement. His breath was a hot gale exciting her. Every time it swirled around her turgid nipples, she felt a new thrill.
"Hurry, hurry!" she urged. "I can't wait for you!"
"I am coming, coming, ohhhh, ummmm, yessss!" he sighed as he gently penetrated her body.
Fawn gasped as she felt his cock slithering into her twat. The gentle way he entered her almost took her by surprise. She had become used to the forceful fucking, the sudden intrusion all the way up her cunt.
None of that with this man. He was treating her as if she were his very own daughter being fucked for the first time. The girl decided to go along with it. The difference in lovemaking styles was amazing to her.
"Go on, move, move, MOVE!"
He moved. At first, he fucked her with deliberate strokes. She felt his cock fully inside her. She simply lay there and let him do his thing. She tensed her cunt muscles just a little and felt the thick, broad purpled head of his prick.
But that was only part of the pillar of prick fucking her. The sides were rippled with skin moving gently back and forth, stimulating both of them as he moved. She'd never been fucked by a man with a foreskin still intact before.
The way it bunched up around the head of his cock gave her a tiny tremor that shot into her belly. As he pulled back, the man had a way of giving her a little twitch. He didn't jerk or yank yet the effect was the same. He was telling her how much he cared for her, how much pleasure he could give with his prick.
"Faster, ohhh, give it to me faster, harder! Treat me rough!"
"Yes, my little one, yes, I will!"
And he began working faster in her cunt. His prick began to surge in and out of her, fucking her good. She couldn't complain about his cocksmanship. He was playing her like a fish on a line. He built up her passions to the point where she felt she'd come, then he eased off.
Before she could complain, he started in with a new and wonderfully different method of stimulating her. He moved from diddling her clit to stroking over the smooth mound of her sex, then reached under and squeezed down firmly on her tight ass.
Just as she became super-excited from one area's stimulation, he quickly moved on and began letting her know the full thrill of having all her erogenous zones turned on at the same time.
"I… I'm cummiiing!" she shrieked.
"Yes, my dear, yes, yes!"
And she came amid shouts and thrashing on the bed. She felt her ass grinding down into the bedspread. That tickled and pleased her. His hands were working on her asscheeks. He was rhythmically gripping and releasing them. Her skin burned from his touch.
The point where he got to her most was her cunt. His cock was well-trained. He found each and every nerve the entire length of her twat. His prick brushed and rubbed and fondled the soft folds of her pussy walls. Then his hips exploded in a wild frenzy of activity.
He was fucking her with all the strength in his body.
As she cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" he came.
This ignited another orgasm in her loins. They locked together in mutual climax as his jism spewed into her eagerly awaiting cunt. She sucked every single drop of his cum from his dick as they rolled over and over on the bed.
When it was over, she clung weakly to him, saying, "That was the best, ever. Thank you."
"What?" he roared. "What do you mean? I'm the first! I won't have any daughter of mine turning into a slut!"
She turned surprised eyes to him. He stood, zipped his pants and walked from the room, a curious dignity about him. Fawn realized she had blown the entire aura of his fantasy world. She'd brought him down to the realization he'd fucked a girl, a girl who only said she was his daughter to please him.
Jack came bounding into the room, a smile cutting his face virtually ear to ear. "You were great, darling! He bought it!"
"Oh, no, Jack! I goofed! I botched it at the end!" She clutched at him, salty tears staining his shirt.
"That's okay. It's all right. Just be cool. He bought the whole nine yards, I tell you. There, there. I'll make it right."
And he began to strip off his clothes.
They made love till daybreak.