Mark made it a point to mingle and check with all his customers. While it made good business sense, he also liked to chat; a definite “people person.” This habit gave him the chance to engage in conversation with complete strangers without being too intimidating. His six-foot-four frame was not thin and not fat. He played basketball a few times a week and, with his dark hair and eyes, had a slightly rogue-ish look. Sometimes people were intimidated at his first approach but soon determined he was harmless and just being helpful. “Are you two having fun?”

Cassie was involved with a boat driving game. Diana, who observed her daughter from the side, she turned to Mark. A brief flash of surprised crossed her face that turned quickly into a smile, “Yes, thank you. We’re having a great time.”

“How come you’re not playing?”

“Oh,” Diana chuckled slightly, “I’ll play some of the games but not that many. More of a thing for the young.”

“Then you should fit right in,” Mark said with a smile to emphasize the compliment.

“Why, thank you.” She turned to look at Cassie’s game then back at Mark, “So, are you the manager?”

“Sorta. I own this place. I’m Mark.” He extends his hand.

“Diana,” she reaches and shakes his. Both feel the warmth and softness of the other’s hand. “This must be a fun thing to do, but don’t you get tired of hearing all the games blaring all the time?”

“It’s something that you get used to. And it’s not work if you like what you do.”

Cassie finished the game and stepped toward her mother, “Can I play some more?”

Diana looked down and placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Maybe one more. Then we need to get going to pick up the gift for Aunt Becky.” Cassie looked at Mark and smiled. “Cassie, this is Mark. He works here.”

“Wow! You must play games all the time!”

Mark smiled. He was doing his best to maintain eye contact with Cassie even though her blouse shifted with her movements. He could almost see straight down her top at those beautiful, growing boobies. “I play the games once in a while. I play the new games the most.”

“That is so cool!” Cassie’s eyes lit up and she looked to her mom, “You should ask him out. He’s cute.”

Mark was completely surprised at this little girl’s statement and looked at Diana.

“I’ve taught my daughter to speak her mind and to tell the truth. Sometimes she blurts things out.”

 “Those are good qualities to teach. Too many people try to sugarcoat things.” Mark regained his composure, “and thank you for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome,” Cassie beamed. “Do you think I’m cute?”

Mark smiled, “Of course I do. You’re very pretty. Both you and your mom.”

Cassie, while taking her mother’s hand, reached with her other hand to grab onto Mark’s. “I bet we would have fun together.”

Her hand felt wonderfully light, warm and soft. The effect of the contact began to send signals to the manly parts of his body. Mark was amazed at the outgoingness and boldness of this girl. He looked at Diana but didn’t pull away from Cassie.

“As I said, she speaks her mind. We have a very open family.” She made eye contact with Cassie, “Tell you what: I’ll give you some extra money so you can keep playing while I go pick up Becky’s gift.” Cassie bounced up once as she released her grip on the two adults. Diana began to open her purse as she turned her head towards Mark, “Is it okay if she stays here without me around? I won’t be long.”

“No,” coming out of his near-trance state, “not a problem at all. Parents do that all the time. And I try to keep an eye on all the kids.”

Diana handed her daughter a few bills, “You behave and don’t cause Mark any trouble.” She closed her purse, replacing the strap over her shoulder, “Thank you for your kindness.” She touched him on the upper arm letting her fingers linger slightly and brush down slightly. Then she walked away.

Mark turned toward Cassie, “Okay, you have fun. And if you need anything just let me know.” He smiled, again noticing how low cut her top was and turned to walk away. He was about to take a step when he felt her small hand take hold of his again.

“Can you show me the new games?” Her eyes were a lighter brown than her skin making them almost twinkle.

He stopped and, again, resisted the urge to look down her shirt. He felt himself twinge and grow. He looked around at the sparse crowd in the arcade and figured he could step away for a little while. A good way to get to the mom was through the kid, so this was his chance to make that thought a reality. “Sure. I got one new game in yesterday. I finished setting it up this morning and haven’t had a chance to play. You can be the first.”

“Which one is it?” she looked around holding onto his hand even tighter.

“It’s not out here yet. It’s set up in the back for testing. You can be the official game tester. Come on.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The back room was what you would expect at a mall arcade: Plain, white walls in the store room filled with a work bench, posters promoting various video games, game parts in boxes all lit by glaring florescent lights. The door between the arcade and the store room was just to the right of his small office. A phone, desk, computer, safe and some other typical items found in an office were visible.

Cassie looked around and it didn’t take it long to see the video game in the corner across from the door. “Is that it?” She let go of Mark’s hand and quick stepped to stand in front of the game. Racing cars of different designs and colors were racing around on the virtual track displayed on the monitor.

“Yup. That’s it: “Maximum Speed.” First time anyone except me has seen it. Do you like driving games?” He stepped behind the soon-to-be teenager and didn’t hesitate to look straight down her top. The material still covered the majority of her small breasts, but the tan lines were more pronounced in the bright lighting. He felt his manhood growing even more. “Just press the start button to play.”

She looked down to find the built-in pedal, grabbed the steering wheel with her right hand and pressed the start button with her left index finger. The game went through its opening sequence and when the green “GO” flashed on the screen Cassie had both hands on the wheel and slammed her foot on the pedal. Mark didn’t notice how she was doing on the game. He continued to stare down her shirt. Several times the opening moved back and forth depending on the direction Cassie turned the wheel revealing a bit more of either breast but not enough to see both at the same time or the nipple, as Mark hoped to see. The game ended and Mark quickly turned his head toward the monitor. A “

“Can I play again?” She looked at him with those sparkling eyes.

“Play as much as you want.”

She turned back to the game and followed the same actions as before. This time Mark took a small step back to get a better look at Cassie backside. Her slender figure managed to show her emerging hips. The blue denim jeans traced the outline of a very tight ass. The lower curves were very noticeable and made her much more an object of desire. Mark shifted forward to reestablish his vantage point over Cassie’s low-cut top when she stepped back and threw her hands down unexpectedly.

“Damn! I lost again!” It was a fit of frustration that she pushed away from the machine. Through the unfortunate bit of timing her swinging hand managed to hit Mark right in his privates. His sudden gasp was an alert for Cassie to quickly swing her head around and down. “Oh…I’m sorry!”

Mark wasn’t injured; just surprised and concerned. It was a well placed shot with almost her entire hand hitting the one place he was trying to hide. “No harm. Don’t worry about it.”

She still looked at him over her right shoulder then down to his pants, “Your penis is hard.”

Yeah, Mark thought, her mom wasn’t kidding when she said Cassie speaks her mind. He could feel his face becoming warm.

Cassie looked up at him again, “It looks big too.”

“I don’t think you should be talking about such things” Mark was definitely flustered but his condition was too obvious to ignore at the moment.

“Why not?” She turned to completely face him. Mark’s concentration faltered briefly as his vision slipped to look at her chest then quickly back to her face.

“It’s just not something that girls should discuss with someone other than their mom.”

“That’s silly.” She stared again at the front of his pants. “Yours looks bigger than Brandon’s.”

“What?”

“Brandon showed me his penis. You’re older than him so I guess yours would grow bigger.”

Mark took a step back and ended up against one of the work benches, “I don’t think we should be talking about this.”

“Why not? I talk about this with my mom. I heard her and Aunt Becky talking about some guy Aunt Becky went out with. She said his penis was too small and bigger is better.”

This talk was not helping his condition and, at this point, Mark didn’t want it to stop. This girl was turning him on too damn much. “When did Brandon show you his penis?”

“He’s showed it to me lots of times. I like looking at it and playing with it.”

“Playing with it, huh? Is he your boyfriend?”

She looked back at the game and then to Mark taking a step closer. “I’ve jerked him off and given him a blow job once. Brandon’s my cousin. He likes playing with my titties and rubbing my slit. He’s too rough sometimes.”

“Your cousin?” This girl’s point-blank descriptions have freed Mark of any inhibitions he might have felt before. “That’s amazing. Aren’t you worried your mom will find out?”

“She walked in on us once and didn’t say anything. I thought she would’ve gone crazy. She didn’t care. She even stayed a while one time.” Cassie moved within arm’s length of Mark. “Can I see your penis?” She reached her right hand towards the bulge in his pants while her left hand seemed to absent-mindedly rub the zipper area of her jeans.

If there was any caution left Mark had thrown it to the wind, “Can I rub your slit first? I might do better than Brandon.”

“Well…okay, but you hafta promise that you’ll take off your pants too,” she began the buttoning and the unzipping process.

“I promise.” Mark could hardly believe this was happening. A slight quiver of worry went through him as to what would happen if someone found out. That worry faded when Cassie’s jeans hit the floor. Her panties were high-cut and pink offering a contrast to her very tanned and tone legs. She took a step forward to free her foot from the jeans and hooked her thumbs into the waistband close to where “Jockey” was stitched into the elastic. “Wait! Let me do that.”

She shrugged her shoulders and dropped her hands. Instead of bending down to remove her underwear, Mark reached under her arms, easily picked up her lithe form and sat her down on the work bench on which he had been leaning. They were now eye to eye. Mark’s heart was beating faster than ever as he caressed her hair. “You’re really cute.”

Cassie gave a toothy smile, threw her arms around his neck and put her lips on his. At first the kiss was a bit erratic and confused. Over the next couple of seconds it turned into a mutually satisfying moment for both of them. Lips, and soon tongues, worked in a passionate partnership. Mark’s hands rubbing Cassie’s bare shoulders as her hands remained around his neck. Their lips separated but they remained connected to each other as Cassie caught her breath, “Wow. I’ve never kissed anyone like that before.”

“I’m going to give you lots of special kisses,” was his breathy response. His hands moved along her sides until Mark felt the bottom of her blouse. He gripped the hem and slowly gathered the material as he pulled the garment up. “I want to play with your titties too, okay?” She raised her arms in response.

The tan line that caught his attention only several minutes ago was now completely revealed to him; Cassie wore a two-piece bikini. The lighter color of her skin showed a clear outline of a bikini halter top. The swell of her B-cup breasts were tipped with small, more-dark-than-pink circle that surrounded very aroused nipples. Flinging her shirt to the side, Mark glared at her breasts and, starting near the top of her chest, slowly drew his hands down and around the bottom of her breasts. Cassie let out a slight gasp as his fingers drew across her nipples, “That felt good. Do you like my titties?”

Still holding them securely in the palms of his hands, he looked her in the eye, “Yes, I like them very much. Do you like to have them touched?”

“Yes.”

“Brandon touches them like this?”

“He’s rougher. I like the way you rub them.”

“It feels good?” he gave them a firm squeeze while pinching the nipples between the middle part of his fingers.

Another gasp as Cassie pushed her chest forward, “It feels really good.”

While still holding and kneading her tender flesh, he slowly began placing small kisses on the side of her neck working his way down to her bare shoulder blade. He could almost taste the suntan. “I hope to make it feel even better.” He continued the kisses past her shoulder blade and made his way down her left breast. He used his left hand fingers to rub her right nipple, his lips moved to the darker circle on her left breast and his right hand moved between her legs. His lips engulfed her nipple and his hand found the very warm fabric between her legs. Cassie threw her right arm around his neck as her left hand braced against the top of the workbench helping to push her forward.

“Oh…”she spread her legs even further apart…”oh, yeah. That feels good.”

His nibbling and massaging continued for a bit longer until he moved to suck on her other nipple and used more pressure to rub between her legs. Mark moved his left hand down, grabbed the elastic of her Jockeys, and started to pull them down. He stopped his stroking to wrap his arm around this hot, young girl lifting her up to completely yank her panties off. He kissed her on the lips again as his hand again went between her legs. As expected, she had only the slightest hint of fur.

Cassie pulled away, shortening the kiss, “Don’t stop. This feels so good. I want you to finger my pussy.” She placed her lips on his again. His hand touched her wet slit with a single finger. She pushed her hips forward. He outlined the folds of her lower lips with his finger. She inched forward again, “Put a finger in me. It feels good.”

Mark pushed his finger inside her up to his first knuckle. She was hot, wet and very tight. He slid his finger back out and then slowly back into her pussy. Cassie moaned her approval with each stroke as he tried to go just a bit deeper each time. Cassie kept pushing her hips forward and soon matched her thrusts with Mark’s stroking finger while holding onto his shoulder. Mark lowered his head to again taste each of her teenie nips. His member was straining too much against his pants, and with his left hand pulled down his zipper but he didn’t once stop pleasuring this girl as he gained some comfort. He leaned up to her ear to whisper, “Now for a special kiss.”

As before he placed small kisses down Cassie’s torso, continued across one of her nipples, down her stomach, and paused to place several extra kisses along her the tan line on the lower part of her body. He placed his hands Cassie’s hips and continued moving his lips down between her legs.

“Wha…what are you going to do?” Cassie puffed as Mark reached his target and began brushing his lips against her womanhood. Cassie jerked at the new sensation and quickly realized the delight she was experiencing. As Mark started to use his tongue to penetrate her vaginal folds, Cassie quaked with each new spark of sexual excitement. She couldn’t form complete words and uttered moans and other guttural noises to voice the pleasure she was receiving.

Mark licked around her soft flesh occasionally stabbing the tip of his tongue inside. His hands moved to engulf her firm round ass cheeks to hold her steady as she began to squirm. He quickened his oral manipulations when Cassie put her legs on top of his shoulders and began to pull him in. He pulled her closer, his tongue dancing in, out and around her vagina. She put her arms around his head to push him in even deeper.

Cassie almost screamed too loudly as she convulsed with the pleasure of her first orgasm. Mark never ceased the pace of his tongue lashing until he felt her shuddering begin to subside and he eased his grip on her tender flesh. Slowly Cassie’s body calmed down even while her breath was still labored. Mark again brushed his lips against each of her inner thighs, and created a new path of small kisses up her body. As soon as he placed a kiss on Cassie’s neck, she wrapped her arms and legs around him squeezing tightly so he wouldn’t go too far away.

“Are you okay,” he stated more than asked.

It took her about a half minute to respond, “I had an orgasm.” Her body lock didn’t waiver.

“Yes, I know.”

“Is that how they all feel?”

“Pretty much. Some are better than others.”

“I came…you made me cum,” she sighed.

“I’m glad you liked it. I enjoyed it too.”

“That felt so good.”

“Was that your first one?” He began rubbing his hands along her back, hips, legs even though he was still entwined in her arms and legs.

“I can get myself off but it never felt like that. I tried my mom’s vibrator once when I found it and it was better than just using my fingers but this was still better. MUCH better.”

“I liked it a lot too.”

Cassie gave an extra squeeze before she slackened her hold on Mark and leaned back to look at him, “I want to make you feel good too.” She scooted down off the workbench and turned Mark so he was leaning against it. She undid his belt and tried to unhook the button on his pants. Her little hands couldn’t quite manage and Mark completed the action for her. She pulled his pants down to his ankles. She leaned into him with her hands pressed against his member, “I get to see your cock ‘cause you promised.”

“I remember.”

“Does it feel good when I touch it?” she rubbed her hands up and down the shaft swelling under the material.

“Yes, it does.” He looked at her face but his focus was again drawn to her breasts. He put his thumbs in the waistband and pushed down. His cock sprung out of its confinement, precum glistening on the tip. “Keep rubbing it.”

“It is bigger than Brandon’s,” Cassie ran her hands along its length. “It’s about the size of my mom’s vibrator.”

“Want to see if it works like your mom’s vibrator?”

Using both hands, she held the shaft like a baseball bat, “You want to fuck me?”

Mark’s heart jumped at the thought of sticking his throbbing cock into the pussy of this tight girl. “I thought about it.”

“My Aunt Becky told me that it’s not good to fuck the guy until the third date.” Cassie knelt down and began stroking the shaft with one hand, cupping his balls with the other.

“If what you’re doing now is okay for a first date that would be okay with me.”

Cassie massaged the precum around the head of his penis and held it steady. She then ran her tongue along the side going toward the head and dragged her lips down again. “Brandon likes blow jobs. You will too.”

With that she placed her lips around the head of his penis. Mark took hold of the workbench as he leaned back to push his hips forward. The warm mouth of the twelve year old was magic on his cock. She held onto the shaft with one hand and placed the other on his thigh as a brace. He could feel her tongue trace around the tip. With a barely audible “smack” she removed his manhood from her mouth, “You’re really bigger than Brandon.” And again put her mouth around the enlarge penis.

Cassie managed to work his cock into her mouth a little at a time. She never stopped stroking the shaft. Mark soon began thrusting his hips forward. He had a hard-on for too long and just knowing a twelve year old was blowing him was going to push him over the edge sooner than he would like.

He looked down to watch her actions. It was an even bigger turn-on than he expected. Her hair bounced each time she moved up and down his pole. He placed one of his hands on her shoulder as encouragement to continue as his breathing had become labored. Her breasts also jiggled with the movement; each nipple still erect.

Cassie moved the hand she had been using for support between her legs. She was still wanting for more and began to finger herself. She heard Mark moan and she slid her lips off his cock, “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“You like it that I’m masturbating while sucking your cock?”

“Yes.”

She put his penis back in her mouth. Cassie sucked and twirled her tongue as the shaft slid back and forth. The fingers of her other hand were having an equal effect of arousing her as the pleasure of having a cock in her mouth. There was something different about this even though she and her cousin had done this same thing many times. She glanced up to discover Mark looking down on her while she sucked him.

This was too much for Mark. He was going to have the biggest cum burst imaginable. That look she gave him was about to put him over the top. He seized her head between his hands and increased the speed of his hip thrusts. Cassie gave a muffled yelp due to Mark’s unexpected ferocity. After some muted gagging, Cassie managed to keep pace with his movements. “Oh yeah….oh yeah…”

The explosive rush of juices into her mouth was a surprise. Mark held her in place and there was no way Cassie could hold all of his cum in her mouth. Some of the thick liquid escaped from the corner of her lips; some she swallowed from pure reflex. Mark savored the fading sensation of a very powerful orgasm and the elation of knowing a pre-teen sucked him off. He let Cassie stand up as she wiped the liquid off her smiling face.

“Wow. I thought I was going to drown.” She stepped to him and gave him a big hug. “I bet you liked that.”

“You’d win that bet,” he hugged her back placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Was that okay with you?”

She squeezed him in response. “I can’t wait to do that again.”

“Brandon will be in for a big surprise.”

Cassie pulled back, “I meant again with you. Un…unless you don’t want to.”

Mark pulled her closer, “I would love to do that again with you.”

Again her response was a tighter hug.

“We better get cleaned up and dressed before your mother comes back.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Thanks for keeping an eye out for her. She seems to have had a lot of fun,” grinned Diana. She held onto two shopping bags in one hand and a big smile on her face for Mark.

“She’s a very wonderful girl,” he looked toward Cassie who was standing near the entryway to the arcade. “Probably takes after her mom,” Mark chuckled inside at his little joke.

Diana smiled even deeper at the compliment. “Thank you, again, for taking care of her,” and she turned away.

Mark watched Diana walk away and appreciated the woman’s figure. If daughter turns out to be like mother, he thought, Cassie will only get better in time.

Cassie stopped Diana once she had arrived at the entrance. Mark noticed an exchange of words and Cassie pointed in the direction of Mark and the back room. Diana turned her head to follow the direction of her daughter’s pointing. His heart stopped. Diana set the bags on the floor near Cassie and began walking toward Mark. He had to think of something if Cassie told her mom what had happened over the past thirty minutes. Diana stopped within whisper range of Mark.

“Cassie just told me a few things that I find…well…surprising.”

“Really? What would that be?” Mark managed to ask with a struggled calmness.

“As you know, she speaks her mind and speaks it often. Well...she just said…um,…there is no way to put this plainly…” Diana reached into her purse and removed a business card that she stuck into Mark’s hand. “She said your cock grew very big in your pants after watching me. My number’s on the card.” She placed a light kiss on his cheek.

Mark stared at the card then watched Diana bags in one hand and Cassie holding onto the other. Cassie blew him a kiss just as they exited the arcade.

“Maybe the daughter really does take after her mom.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Does Kayla Michaels still go to your school?” Rob was sitting behind his big desk. There were a few papers and magazines on the left side of this desk, a phone in the middle above the desk calendar, and a computer on the right corner of the desk. He swiveled the monitor away and leaned forward placing his elbows on the desk.

“Yeah.” Chelsea felt a sense of relief and walked into the office. She felt the coolness of the overly air conditioned room and the smell of oak and lavender was one of her favorites. Her dad always looked very handsome behind the desk, even when he was wearing a t-shirt like now. “Why?”

“I haven’t seen her in a while,” he said. “Are you two still friends?”

“She was supposed to come over and layout today, but had to go some place with her mom.”

He glanced at the computer. “Does she have a boyfriend?”

“Not really. She likes Matt McDonald but he’s a senior.”

“Oh,” he replied flatly. “Is she 18 yet?” He took another briefly look at the computer monitor and clicked a button on the keyboard.

Chelsea began to shift her weight from one foot to the other. She was starting to get chilled and a little concerned about the reason for the questions. “No, she’s my age but her birthday is a few months before mine.” She also began to wonder what her father was looking at on the computer.

“Oh.” He clicked another key. “Her parents are divorced, right? She lives with her mom?” He clicked another button.

“Yeeaaah.” She shifted to look at the monitor but it was turned so she couldn’t see any of it. “Why all the questions?”

“Well…I was looking at some files online and found some interesting material.” He clicked another key. “And I was trying to understand where the information came from.”

“About Kayla?”

“Yes.” He look at the computer and then back at his daughter. “Is she your BFF?”

Chelsea laughed. “Oh, dad. You’re funny. Yes, she’s my best friend forever.”

“So she can keep secrets?”

“Yes.” Chelsea got nervous again. What was THAT question about. “Is there some secret?”

“Not yet…” he clicked another key and looked at the screen. “But there might be”

“What kind of secret?” Chelsea was feeling cold. She didn’t plan on staying inside otherwise would’ve worn a shirt over her bikini.

“Well…” he clicked a key several times. “I was wondering about this.” He turned the computer monitor so Chelsea could also see at the same time.

Chelsea leaned slightly to get a better view of the monitor and what she saw caused her heart to jump a beat. It was photo Kayla had taken of herself in the bathroom mirror. Kayla was naked and holding the camera. Chelsea had seen the photo many times and thought Kayla looked very beautiful, sexy. Now she was nervous about her dad finding the photo. She couldn’t move and didn’t know what to say.

“There’s also this photo…” he pressed a button and the image changed. This time it was Kayla kneeling on a bed wearing pink panties and covering her breasts with her hands. “…or this photo.” The image changed to the same setting with Kayla’s hands on her hips and breasts completely exposed. “She’s a beautiful girl.”

Chelsea panicked. She ran around the desk, pushing past her father’s legs to stand in front of the computer monitor with her arms out wide to block his view. “You weren’t supposed to see those!”

“No? Then why are they posted on the internet?” He leaned back slightly to look up at his defiant daughter. “That’s where everything can be seen by everyone.”

She had been staring at her father’s eyes. Now, she had to come up with something to say but couldn’t think of anything. She couldn’t think looking at his smirking face and let her eyes drift down hoping for an idea. That’s when she realized her father was wearing his jogging shorts and the biggest bulge she had ever seen was pressing against the fabric. She simply stared. It was huge. She was mesmerized. She lost her virginity to Jason Winslow when she was fourteen and his penis was nothing like this. Her gazed was fixated until an idea did occur to Chelsea: Her father was surfing for porn. She jolted back to reality, bringing her arms down, “Dad!”

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t expect you to run around the desk” He didn’t make any movement. Even his hands remained still on the arms of his plush leather chair.

“What were you doing?” Chelsea realized that was a stupid question.

“Well, your mother is out, I thought you were still sleeping and I was looking for something to do.”

Chelsea was trying to figure out if her dad’s grin was an attempt at a joke or if he meant it.

“I always thought Kayla was hot, but she really is amazing.” He leaned forward, reaching around Chelsea, pressed the keyboard and leaned back. “This is a terrific photo.”

Chelsea turned slightly to look at the computer: A full screen photo of a topless Kayla. Her erect nipples making her look very sexy. As Chelsea looked at the computer screen, the motion her father’s shorts caught her attention. It twitched. It twitched a lot. She turned her head to watch her father. He met her gaze. “What would mom say if she saw you looking at this?”

“Who do you think told me about it? Your mother found it a few weeks ago.”

“Mom found this?! And told you!”

“Yeah. We’re your parents, not saints.” He laughed and stretched to press another key. His knee touched Chelsea’s thigh. The image changed to Kayla completely naked, kneeling on the bed with her knees apart. “Your mom likes this photo. I like it, too, but it’s not my favorite.”

“Mom likes – Are you telling me mom looks at naked girl pictures?” Chelsea was overwhelmed by what her dad was saying. At the same time, Chelsea realized that taking about naked Kayla and looking at the bulge in his pants was having an effect on her. She couldn’t tell now if it was the cold office or something else that was making her nipples hard. She shifted her weight and could feel her leg touching her father’s. This cleared up any doubt in her mind: She was getting horny. “This is…this is weird.”

“Nothing weird. We like looking at adult material together. Actually, Kayla reminds me of your Aunt Paula.” he shifted in the chair, his leg brushing against Chelsea’s even more.

“What?!” They were talking about her mom’s sister. Chelsea’s mom was 38 years old; a couple years younger than her dad. Her Aunt Paula was around 33 or something like that.

“I know, they don’t look alike, but Kayla’s boobs remind me of your Aunt Paula’s boobs.” Chelsea simply looked at her father. She noticed he squirmed more often causing the material of his gym shorts to look even tighter. “Kayla and Paula have similar shape and similar…um…characteristics.” He clicked the keyboard changing the image again.

Chelsea turned to see different close-up of Kayla and her firm B-cup breasts with medium-size nipple areas that were only a bit oval shaped. She couldn’t remember what her Aunt Paula’s chest looked like because she never really paid much attention. That’s when it occurred to Chelsea to ask, “When did you see Aunt Paula’s boobs?”

Her father shifted again. “Well…um. Remember a few years ago when your mom and I went to Las Vegas. Aunt Paula and her boyfriend joined us there. And…let’s just say what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas. Although we made some exceptions to that rule.”
 
“You had sex with Aunt Paula?

He looked at his daughter, at her friend’s nude image and back to his daughter. “To have some added fun we traded partners for one night. Yes, we had sex.”

Chelsea leaned against the desk. Her dad stating it so plainly and not expecting to learn things like that about her parents and aunt made her a bit oozy. She also realized it was a turn-on. Her body felt tingly all over. “And mom had sex with the other guy?”

“Now, don’t go thinking poorly about your mother, or me. We still love each other very much. We just like to spice things up a bit and it’s worked great over the years.”

“Years?”

“You’re old enough to know that your mom and I have a very active and imaginative sex life. We both work hard and try to provide a good home for you. Some people play golf, go to the movies, or have some other hobby. We like having sex. Press the space bar, please.”

She pressed it as a reflex. Now the image was of a bare assed Kayla looking over her left shoulder at the camera. While all of this news should have left her feeling awkward or something, she was becoming very turned on. Her dad was focused on the computer and his bulge continued to move. Chelsea became mischievous with a sudden plan. She moved the keyboard closer to her and sat on her dad’s lap. She immediately felt how hard and how big he really was. “What other pictures does she have here?”

“Samantha! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I got tired of standing.”

“Not sure if you should be sitting on my lap at this moment.”

“Oh, daddy,” using her squeaky, little girl voice. She changed the computer image to another backside shot with Kayla’s hands on each butt cheek. “Do you like this one?”

“Yes, that’s a nice one.”

“And this one?”

“Yes…”

“Here’s another one.” This time the image showed Kayla lying on her back facing the camera upside-down. Her pert breasts pointing up exceptionally firm. Her father’s cock moved sending a twinge of pleasure into Chelsea. “You must really like this photo. Do you like boobs, daddy?”

“Yes, honey. I like boobs. And, Kayla has a nice set.”

Chelsea was emboldened now. She leaped up, pulling the knot loose and her bikini top over her head. She spun to face her father with her fists resting on her hips in a defiant pose. “Mine are nicer and bigger than hers. Don’t you think I have a nice set?”

He smiled and looked at his daughter’s full rack with very hard nipples. He shifted in the chair again. “Yes, you have a nice set. They look like your mother’s.”

With a Cheshire Cat smile, Chelsea gently placed herself back on her father’s lap and leaned back against his chest. She could feel her father’s chest rising and falling from his fast breathing. She wiggled; positioning his cock more between her legs than before. She felt very sexy doing what she just did and very horny. She was going to have to leave soon to masturbate, but not before she had a little more fun teasing her dad.

Chelsea changed the image again, but didn’t really care. She could tell her father was peering down over her shoulder staring at her boobs. She loved it! She changed the image again. She felt his cock move again. She liked what was happening. The entire situation felt very good. With one hand remaining on the keyboard, she started rubbing her very stiff nipples. She clicked the keyboard, both she and her father ignoring the images. Chelsea could tell her dad liked watching and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation even more. She couldn’t wait. She slid her hand down her flat stomach and into her bikini bottoms. Chelsea moved one leg outward and let her fingers glide over her pussy. God, she was wet. Wetter than ever before. Her dad’s breathing was gaining speed. She slipped a finger ever so slightly between the lips causing her body to quiver. Her dad let out a sharp grunt. “What’s the matter, daddy?” She removed her hand.

“These shorts don’t have much extra room and…it’s a bit uncomfortable. You should probably go swimming now.”

She sat up and turned. “Why don’t you just take them off?”

“I plan to.”

“I mean now.” Did she really say that? There wasn’t any doubt her dad’s cock was bigger than Jason Winslow’s. She really wanted to see it.

“I don’t know if that’s something I should do.”

“It’ll be okay. I mean, I’m comfortable without a top. You should make yourself comfortable too.” She stood up to lean her butt against the desk allowing him maneuvering room.

Her father didn’t do anything for several seconds. Slowly, he lifted his hips and slid his shorts down. He bent to push them past his knees. When he sat back up, Chelsea was awestruck. Her dad had a nice size penis. It was definitely bigger than Jason’s but not as big as the guys in the Playgirl magazine she and her friends found. After staring for a while, she turned to sit back down.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was going to sit back on your lap.” She looked at him over her shoulder and slowly raised herself back up.

“Not sure if that would be a good idea right now.”

“If Kayla were here you would let her sit on your lap right now, wouldn’t you?” She continued talking over her shoulder.

“If she wanted to. Yes, she could do that.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” She hadn’t moved and wondered if he was looking at her ass.

“Well…yeah. Was that a trick question?”

Chelsea faced forward and crossed her arms in front of herself. Using her little girl voice, Chelsea pretended to pout, “I can’t believe you would let Kayla do something that you wouldn’t allow me to do. That’s not fair.” She could hear her dad moving around in his chair.

“You’re right. That wouldn’t be fair.” Before she realized his strong hands had grabbed hold of both sides of her bikini bottom, they were forced down past her ankles. She spun around, completely naked, watching her father rise from knee-level to face her. He had removed his shirt while she wasn’t looking. “You should have the same treatment as Kayla.”

He pushed against his daughter; his hands firmly holding her breasts. She lost a little balance and more of her naked ass was on top of the desk’s edge. Chelsea felt his rigid cock pressing again her stomach before he lowered himself to engulf her right nipple in his mouth. His other hand mashing her other breast. She loved it! She wrapped both arms around his head and pulled him in closer. He moved to kiss her left nipple. His right hand now rubbing the wetness between her legs.

“Mmmmm. You’re smooth…and wet.” His thump and a finger parted her lips and another finger slipped easily inside. Chelsea’s knees were going weak.

She wrapped an arm around her father’s shoulder for support and propped herself more on the desk. “Oh, daddy, that feels so good.” Her voice was loud. She had lost all control.

Her dad moved again. She felt his thumb on her pussy. She was lightheaded. Her body needed release and she needed to cum. She tried to push down on his thumb but she was sitting too much on the desk. She laid back on the desk, looking at her father, his hands rubbing her breasts sending tingles throughout her body. She wanted her daddy to move his thumb more.

She looked down and saw him standing between her spread legs. He pushed forward and Chelsea let out a squeal of pleasure. His paced was steady for a while. Chelsea wrapped her legs around her father’s hips, matching his increasing rhythm. “Yes, daddy. Do that! Faster!”

Her father didn’t need encouragement. The sound of slapping skin and his reverberating grunts joined Chelsea’s cries of pleasure and shouts, “Faster! Make me cum!”

Chelsea grabbed her father’s arms for support as reality slipped away from her. She could only see white lights and twinkling stars. Moments seemed like hours as her muscles tightened. When her vision returned she took a deep breath, not realizing she had stopped breathing. It was at that moment she looked at her father. His face twisted with happiness and anger. She felt his muscular hands pulling and pushing her hips. She felt the hot explosion inside her. He growled and howled. She could feel all the juices, hers and her fathers, all inside of her. Her muscles locked again. Another one. Not as big. It was wonderful.

She kept her legs around her father as he lowered his face to rest on her breasts. She held onto his head as both started to breathe slower.

Chelsea looked up at the ceiling and whispered, “Kayla’s going to be very surprised.”