(Mg, oral, inc)
Even though he has to work during the day, Brandon gets a workout at night with Molly during her Spring Break... Then disaster!
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Morning came way too early, but I had to get up and get moving. She too needed to get up and get the lead out. I had to get to work and my employer loathed anyone coming in late. Early was okay, but never late. And Molly needed to get to get up, get dressed, have something to eat and then head for the corner where her school bus would pick her up. By that time, I was long gone.
I did my best to be a good worker-bee and concentrate on my work, but thoughts of the previous evening kept coming to mind. I knew I should feel at least a little guilty about what happened, but she wanted it and she got it. I also thought about fucking her again that night. And better yet, today was Friday and I could fuck her all weekend until she couldn't walk. If only I had that kind of stamina! Still, I was confident that before Monday morning, realistically I could get it up for at least a half dozen screws.
Then I remembered. Today was her last day of classes before her Spring Break began. Problem was, I couldn't get off work. I had to man the bastions of industry while most of my co-workers were off doing whatever with their families. Such are the realities of working for a living. But I didn't have to worry about Molly being home alone, as I had it all set up for Molly to spend her days during Spring Break with Dana at Mike's; swimming, sunbathing, goofing off and doing whatever teenage girls do.
Mike, as always, was fine with it. He was home and like me, working. "She'll keep Dana entertained and out of my hair," he said.
"Okay, Mike. I owe you," I told him. "How about if Dana comes over to my place for a night or two?"
He was fine with that, but now I began to regret making the offer. I couldn't very well fuck Molly with her BFF sleeping over, now could I?
I put in an extra hour of overtime (I really needed the extra money) before I called Mike and told him that I was on my way to pick up Molly. She was ready the moment I got there and came bounding out the house. She too, it appeared, was anxious to get home and get it on. I was glad she didn't ask if Dana could spend the night or if she could spend the night with Dana, as I would have had a hard time telling her no. I always had a hard time telling her no to any reasonable request.
But before I took her home and fucked her, we needed to eat first. I took her to my old standby, the Southdown Buffet, where they had a large variety of entrees and side dishes to choose from, as well as desserts. It didn't hurt that on Friday nights they served fried catfish and fried shrimp. After we ate, we stopped at a Red Box before returning home, picking up a couple of movies for the weekend.
Closing and locking the door for the night, movies were the last things on my mind. She had barely dumped her book bag in the corner when I told her, "Molly, come here."
"Yes, Daddy," she said before coming to me batting her brown eyes at me.
"Take off all of your clothes."
"Daddy!" she exclaimed with feigned surprise.
"Go on. Take your clothes off."
"What on earth for?"
"I want you naked, that's why," I answered.
"Well, if that's what you want..."
"That's what I want," I replied as I took a seat in my easy chair.
I watched her carefully as she stripped. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment on her part. Indeed, she appeared to be happy getting naked for her old dad.
With her clothes all in a pile on the living room floor, she turned this way and that to give me a complete view of her nakedness. Molly was a very pretty girl, willowy with long dark hair and soft brown eyes, a shapely ass and long slender legs. Even though she was still flat chested, she had somewhat dark prominent puffy nipples that stuck out invitingly. What was there not to like?
"Would you like for me to get you a beer, Daddy?" she cooed.
"Yeah... that sounds great, baby."
She turned and I feasted on her flexing bare haunches as she walked to the kitchen. A moment later, she was back with my beer. She didn't just hand it to me, though, instead she put her free arm about my neck as she sat in my lap. Only then did she hand me the bottle of brew.
As I took a sip, she played in my hair while I stroked her bare leg with my free hand. When I put the bottle down on the end table, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Soon our tongues were dancing together. She broke off the smoldering kiss, sat back a little and began unbuttoning my shirt. She yanked the shirt tail from my trousers, finished unbuttoning it and proceeded to strip it off my shoulders. I, of course, was very cooperative in this operation and leaned forward so she could pull it off completely. Then she pulled up my undershirt and pulled it over my head. With my chest now bare, she proceeded to play in my chest hair, running her fingers through it and as well as toy with my nipples. She leaned in and gave my nip a kiss. Then she kissed the other one with a longer kiss. Then back to the first nipple where she nibbled at it and sucked gently on it.
Meanwhile I had her puffy brown nipple between my fingers and was rolling it back and forth, causing it to stiffen and lengthen appreciably. I lay her back a little and got my mouth on that nipple and began working it over, and as I did so, she cradled my head in her soft hands and held me to it. With my hand free, it found its way to her deep navel, where I lingered for a few moments before continuing south. As I rubbed across her smooth hairless pubic mound, she opened her legs to give me access to her cunt. To my delight, I found her already wet and my fingers effortlessly slid into her sopping slit. She moaned in appreciation as I began fingering her sex.
I diddled my daughter for a moment or two, before she pushed my hand away. But it was not because she wanted me to stop, but because she wanted to get my pants off. Almost desperately she tore at my belt, my buttons and my zipper. Having gotten my pants open, she now slid off my lap and began yanking my pants and boxers off.
"Wait! Take off my shoes," I told her after she had my pants brunched up around my knees. But she wasn't having any of that. She had what she wanted; she had my hard dick out and available to her. Like a cat she moved up to straddle me. Grasping my prick, she guided to her puss and lowered herself on it.
"Hmmmm," we both moaned as my paternal prong slid deep into my offspring's welcoming cunt hole. The aggressiveness she displayed surprised me, not that I was complaining! She began rocking back and forth, her hip movements moving my cock within her as I sat more or less motionless.
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so good inside me," she said. "Oh, yes! I love this, Daddy! I really, really do. Yes, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy with your wonderful cock!"
With talk like that, I wasn't going to last long!
I felt that old feeling welling up in my groin and knew that I had to get her off of my dick or else I would blow my wad. A quick fuck wasn't what I had in mind for tonight! If I wanted this first fuck of the evening to last, I had no choice but to dislodge her. Abruptly I stood and in doing so freed my cock from her young eager cunt.
"No, Daddy!" she protested, but I was now in charge.
With Molly ungracefully on her butt on the floor, I kicked off my shoes and kicked off my pants and boxers. Naked, save for my socks, I lifted her off the floor and pushed her face down onto the seat cushion of my easy chair. My orgasm suppressed for the moment, I took her from behind.
"Yes. Daddy! Yes!" she hollered into the seat cushion as I skewered her pussy from behind. I have always been partial to this position or some derivation thereof, as I'm an ass man at heart. I just love the sight of a smooth bare rump, especially a well formed callipygian butt like my sexy daughter had. And I loved the way her buttocks jiggled and quaked as I fucked her. An added bonus was peeling those cheeks open and watching my dick going in and out of her cunt. It also gave me the opportunity to gaze at her virgin anus, another prize to be taken at a later date.
Jenny, Molly's mother, hated anal sex. Said it was demeaning. Maybe it was to her, but when she was on the rag and I needed to bust my nut in her, it was the way to go. She'd holler and curse at me until I was finished. Then she acted all offended that I would do such a vile thing to her. The next month, same time and same position, I'd take her anally again and she'd holler and curse at me. Frankly I think it was all an act. I always used lots of lube and took it easy at first, so I don't think I was ever hurting her. She just liked to bitch and complain about something.
Feeling my orgasm building, I pulled out of Molly's snatch for a moment or two. The orgasm suppressed, I entered her again. I did that twice before changing her position. This time I rolled her over, bent her knees to her chest and put it to her on my chair. As I fucked her, her foreshortened vagina made it easy for my dick to tag her boney cervix. But I was careful not to bang into it very hard, as I didn't want to cause her any discomfort. First and foremost, I wanted Molly to enjoy me fucking her, as much as I enjoyed fucking her. To that end, I believe I was successful, judging by her cooing and the way her cunt continued to clamp down on my dick as she orgasmed.
I wanted to fuck her all night like this, but a man can only hold out just so long before he ejaculates. "I'm cumming, baby! I'm gonna cum in your cunt, Molly!" I declared just before going over the precipice.
"Ahhhhhh!" I hollered in pleasure as my fatherly sperm rushed through my prick to spew into my little girl's receptive cunt. "Ahhhhhh!" I grunted as my vision grew grey and a second charge blasted through me and into her. "Uhhhhh!" I groaned as I continued to sperm her young pussy. "Oh, fuucckk!" I hissed as my orgasmic pleasure continued. After that, I barely grunted as the contractions of my prostate began to abate. Soon, I was just oozing cum into her as my climax faded into a warm afterglow and a pleasant memory.
Pulling my wilting cock from her twat, I watched as a stream of my cum flowed out of her fuck hole and onto my chair. It was a stain that I knew I'd have to remove, but that could wait until another day. Indeed, I would have more stains like that to clean up before her Spring Break was over.
Our sexual frenzy over for the moment, I lifted her from the chair and brought her to the sofa where we cuddled and she continued to leak my semen. Yes, I'd have more stains to clean up.
"That was wonderful, Daddy," she cooed. "You are wonderful. You're the most wonderful daddy a girl could have."
"You're just saying that," I modestly replied softly.
"No, it's true. You make me feel like... I don't know... like... all warm and fuzzy. God, I love you, Daddy, so, so much!"
"I love you too, Molly," I said almost automatically. I caught myself and added, "I really mean that, baby. You're the most wonderful daughter a man could have."
"Is it wrong?"
"What's wrong?" I replied.
"What we just did. Having sex together."
"Some folks might say so. And the law, it definitely says it's wrong for me to have sex with a girl your age. I could go to jail for fucking you, so you can't ever tell anyone about any of this."
"I won't tell anyone, Daddy," she replied.
"That goes for Dana too. You can't tell anyone. Especially Dana. If it ever got back to your mother... well... I hate to think how she will react."
"Oh, I'd never tell Mama anything! I hate her," my sweet Molly declared.
"Hate is a pretty strong word. You shouldn't hate your mother. She has problems, problems that are not entirely of her own making."
"Well, I wish she'd just go away and never come back!"
"That's not likely, Molly. She'll be back in a few days and we'll just have to put up with her."
"Why? She should be put away!"
"It doesn't work like that," I told her. "Now, enough of your mother. Let's not let her spoil the time we have together before she's released from the hospital."
"Okay, Daddy. Enough of Mama.
"You know what I want to do?" she asked.
"What's that, baby?"
"I want to suck on your dick..."
"I promise I won't try to stop you," I chuckled.
What a weekend! We never bothered to get dressed until Monday morning, and then only because I needed to drop Molly off at Dana's and get my dragging ass to work. By that time, my poor dick had been rubbed sore and my depleted balls ached, not that I was complaining.
Monday evening, after picking her up from Dana's, my dick had recovered somewhat from overuse and we fucked and sucked until midnight. The rest of the week was much like that. Work during the day, sex with Molly at night. I could get used to this! Thankfully she never asked if she could go spend the night with Dana nor did she ask if Dana could come spend the night with her. Mike never brought it up either. I felt badly about sticking him with Molly all day and never giving him a reprieve from his own daughter, but under the circumstances, I'd just have to make it up to him at a later date.
At some point I thought about birth control and actually entertained the idea of using condoms with Molly. But I realized that there was little to no chance of her getting with child, as she hadn't begun menstruating yet. So for the moment, I happily just balled her bareback, and night after night, loading her young cunt with my sperm-laden semen.
As Spring Break drew closer to the end, I had the good fortune of coming into possession of four one-day passes to the local Six Flags amusement park. Here was an opportunity to pay back Mike a little for his hospitality towards Molly all week. As I picked Molly up that Friday afternoon, I asked Mike if he and Dana would like to come with us to Six Flags on Saturday. He begged off, citing the need to get some work done on his house remodeling project. Kim and her best friend, Tasha, overheard the conversation. "Can we go?" Kim boldly asked. Well, I only had four passes, which including me, didn't quite cover the whole thing. Then again, I owed Mike some free time to do what he needed to get done, so I gutted up and decided that I'd just have to buy another ticket. The four girls were thrilled.
Now Dana and Molly were just twelve years old or so and hadn't sprouted tits yet. Oh, there was hint of things to come, but so far, nothing to speak of. Kim on the other hand was two years older and had pair well on their way to developing nicely. Tasha, however, already had a rack. The girl was stacked! It was hard for me not stare, especially seeing that she liked to show a lot of cleavage.
I told Dana, her sister and her sister's friend, that I'd pick them up in the morning, then took Molly home for a balling. The next morning, I picked up the other three girls. I was shocked at what Mike had let the girls wear. Teeny-tiny cut off shorts that showed a lot of ass cheek, the crotch of which dug into their pussies and with tops that showed a lot of belly.
Tanya in particular was a spectacle to behold. Her top was way too small and stretched tightly over her large boobs. It was obvious that she was braless from the way she bounced and the way her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Couple that with the plunging neckline of her too tight belly shirt and you had a head turner that made every male old enough to have an erection take notice. Fuck me! She definitely had an effect upon me. I just wanted to take her off and fuck her. Damn! And she'd be flaunting her dynamite body at me all damned day! To make matters worse, she was a skilled flirt, as was Kimberly.
All day I'd overhear someone remark, "Damn! Look at that!" or "Fuckin' aye! I'd do her!" Except it wasn't just Tasha that the remarks were directed at, but towards Kim and Dana as well. Molly... I had Molly dressed a little more modestly and appropriately, despite her complaining mightily about.
But it was a fun day. The girls were cute, sexy as hell, and made me feel young again. And they all took their turn torturing me, rubbing up against me, putting their hands on me and calling me 'Daddy'. We stayed until closing at 10 PM.
Dropping the trio off at Mike's, I took Molly home, showered with her and then crashed. Sunday morning, I woke up and mounted her. We never bothered to dress that Sunday and we got after it until I couldn't get it up again and no amount of her sucking on me would could get a rise out me either.
Monday morning, it was back to the grind for the both of us. Molly to school and me to work. It was all in all, a typical weekday for the both of us. That afternoon I picked Molly up from Mike's and took her home. As soon as we walked in the door, I knew our time in paradise was over. Jenny was home.
She hardly said hello to Molly, who immediately shut herself up in her room. Me, one look and knew they had released her too early. She was sullen at best, with the look of an angry cat on the defense. Then she began accusing me of locking her away and trying to rid myself of her. On the positive side, if there's a positive side to being in the same house with a rabid dog, she didn't boil over out of control. She was seething for sure, but able to keep her anger in check enough not to fly off in a rage.
I slept on the cum stained sofa, chiding myself for not cleaning it and my easy chair of the stains before Jenny arrived. Had she noticed? Who knew what went on in her mind these days? Jenny was still asleep when I ushered Molly out of the house in the morning. I was going to be late for work, but no way was I leaving Molly alone with Jenny for even one moment. Dropping her off at the corner where she'd eventually catch her school bus, I told her that she was staying with Dana until further notice. Molly was relieved to hear that. I hadn't spoken to Mike about it, but had to trust that he was good with it.
That evening, after putting in a few extra hours at work, I made it home. Things went quickly downhill. Before I knew it, Jenny was in a rage and began throwing things at me. Things like flower vases and coffee cups and paper weights. I dodged them all and tried to calm her, but she was out of control. How could those so-called doctors, release her? I did the prudent thing, backed out of the house and checked into a cheap motel, one of those $19.99 a night places with plastic covered mattresses that crackled every time you moved.
In the morning I called my lawyer and told him to proceed with the divorce. He told me that he would have his man serve her the divorce papers that day. Included in those papers was the demand that she vacate the house within 48 hours. Just after lunch, my lawyer informed me that the papers were served.
It was close to quitting time when I got the call from a frantic neighbor that my house was on fire! Leaving work early, I rushed home. The first thing I saw was Jenny's car, which had been under the carport, was at the corner, nearly half a block away from the house and being loaded onto a tow truck. But that hardly merited attention; I was focused on the fire trucks and an ambulance down the street. Pulling up to what had been my house, I saw nothing but a blackened ruin. A total ruin with a collapsed roof and only part of one wall still standing. Next door was heavily damaged also. The siding of the house on the other side had blistered paint. The ambulance, with siren wailing, sped away with lights flashing.
In addition to the fire trucks, there were several police cruisers. In the back seat of one was Jenny, handcuffed and raging. As the police car pulled away, she looked at me, but she didn't see me, or at least she didn't acknowledge my presence her present state of universal malevolence.
I spoke with the fire captain. He apologized for not saving the house, but said that at the only entrance to our dead end street there was car that was parked sideways blocking the road. Getting it out of the way had cost them precious time. He also said that they had to contend with a mentally deranged woman when they started to put out the fire who kept screaming "That's my house too! If I can't stay there, then neither can he!"
I was also informed that next door in the other house that caught fire, was a bedridden old lady who suffered from smoke inhalation. That would have been old Mrs. Woods who had broken her hip, over a year ago. Her equally frail husband looked after her.
Numbed by this turn of events, they took down my information and I identified the crazed woman as my soon to be ex-wife. When the firemen had everything under control and had departed, and with nothing left to do, I returned to my motel room where I threw up my guts. With no home for Molly and me to go to, what was I going to do?
I didn't sleep at all that night, but took the time to formulate a plan of sorts. I needed to call my insurance carrier in the morning and inform them of the fire. That should take care of my long term needs. With the funds to pay off the mortgage, I could now concentrate on my immediate financial situation, namely, how was I going to pay for temporary housing until the insurance money came through? I thought I was being frugal by having just one credit card with limited credit available. Now I saw that as a huge mistake. I needed a much larger line of credit and I needed it now. I had some credit still available on my existing card, but not much. I decided that I would apply for an increase in the line of credit I already had and apply for additional credit cards to see me through.
Taking the day off, I took care of the business at hand. I also found a conveniently located extended-stay motel where Molly and I could stay until I could secure us a new permanent home. It was cheaper by the week, so I signed up for a week, a room with double beds and a small kitchenette. That done, I called Mike. He invited me over where I laid on him my tale of woe.
"You two can stay here until you get back on your feet," he offered.
"That's very generous of you, Mike, but I think I can make it until the insurance pays off."
"Well, if you change your mind, you and Molly are more than welcome," he said handing me another cold beer.
That night I took Molly to our temporary quarters, but not before I took her shopping for some new clothes and few other things we both needed. Me, I had already hit a thrift store and found me a few serviceable shirts and trousers for work for mere pennies on the dollar.
Neither she nor I were in any mood for sex that first night, but on the second night, we gave one of the beds a good work out.
Convenience is a relative thing. We were nowhere near a school bus route that went to her school, so I dropped her off in the morning at Mike's before going to work. The afternoon arrangements remained the same. Molly went home with Dana and I'd call Mike and tell him that I was on my way. Pulling up to his house, I'd toot the horn and Molly would come bounding out of the house alone.
A few days in, I called the insurance company to check up on my claim, only to be informed that they weren't paying the claim! This had to be a mistake and I pressed for the reason.
"According to the fire inspector's report, an accelerant was used," the agent informed. "In addition, your wife freely admits that she set fire to house. We don't pay off claims when the owner deliberately burns down their house to collect on the insurance."
"But I didn't set the fire!" I pleaded.
"No, but your wife did and she's listed as an owner of the house."
"But she's crazy!"
"Maybe so, but that's not our problem. Good day, sir."
Hearing that I sat numbed for I don't know how long. Long enough for my supervisor to get on my ass. What the hell was I going to do? I knew that just because the insurance wouldn't pay off the mortgage, I was still on the hook for another 27 years paying off that debt. There was no way I could survive that and provide a decent home for Molly.
Then the credit card company declined to increase my credit limit. Seems Jenny, perhaps in one of her less than lucid moments, had bought an expensive ring on credit. What ring? She never made a payment and that debt was recently placed with a collection agency. That caused my credit rating to go from just okay to zero. Hell! I realized right then that I couldn't afford the rent on our room next week. I didn't have sufficient credit available for that and my anemic bank account had two weeks to go before I could expect an infusion of cash from my paycheck. I was fucked. Totally fucked.
When I picked up Molly that afternoon, I spoke with Mike and laid out my latest tale of woe. "The offer is still good," he said. "You and Molly can stay here until you get on your feet again."
"Thanks, Mike. I really appreciate it."
"Well, what are friends for?"
Not to be seen as a total dead beat mooch, I offered to pay him rent.
"That's good," he said. "I could use a little extra cash to help finish remodeling this place. And hey, you can give me a hand with it too!"
We shook on it and I felt 100% better.
"You know, you're going to have to file for bankruptcy," he said.
"Yes, I know."
"And I know a lawyer who will take care of it for you," he said. "Tanya's uncle. He'd do it as a favor to me."
"No, I'll pay him. I just don't have the cash right now. Maybe in a week or two."
"Conserve your cash, my friend," he added. "Your credit will be good with him, even if it's toast with everyone else."
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