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Donna, My Daughter- In- Law, Chapter Four
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DONNA, MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
Chapter 4
By Jeff Davis
In the days that followed, Donna was strangely quiet. She and
Bob came by for dinner and a visit but she smiled demurely and
played the loving daughter-in-law. I was getting more than curious.
I found myself answering the phone, expecting to hear her sultry,
sexy comments.
A business trip took me out of town for two weeks. By the time
I returned I was ready for Thursday and the afternoon sex bout with
Jenny. Wednesday was interminable. I made a couple of advances at
Jenny during the afternoon and she shrugged them off politely.
As Thursday morning dragged toward lunch time, I caught Jenny
looking at me with hunger in her eyes. I smiled and licked my lips.
The office started to empty and I made a quick trip to the
bathroom; combed my hair and loosened my tie. I stepped back into
the office and stopped in my tracks.
Donna sat on the couch, large eyes staring innocently back at
me. She was wearing those funny faded looking jeans and a large
baggy shirt that was the fashion with the teenage girls I had seen
in the mall. High topped sneakers on her feet and all her hair
pulled into a one sided pony tail, completed the costume. Had I not
known her, I would have taken her for a fifteen or sixteen year
old.
"Hi, Daddy," she chirped. She was smacking gum and staring
round eyed at me.
"Uh, hello, Donna." Speaking was a struggle. I could feel the
blood pounding in my temples and pumping to gorge my dick.
"This is a nice office, Daddy," she squeaked in character.
She bounded off the sofa and to the window. Pressing her pug
nose to the glass, she stared out from the fifteenth floor. She
pushed her hands into her pockets. That motion pulled the shirt up
and I could see her round little ass wrapped in tight denim. My
cock throbbed.
I looked around toward the door. I suddenly remembered Jenny.
I did not need for her to burst into the office, tearing her
clothes off.
"Don't look for your secretary," Donna chimed without turning
from the window.
I looked back her.
"She's out to lunch with her husband." Donna looked knowingly
over her shoulder.
"Have you had lunch?" I asked.
"Nope." She had turned and was leaning back against the
window.
I could almost feel the heat of her body from ten feet away.
I could feel the heat in her eyes. She licked her pink lipstick and
glanced down at my crotch. Her dark eyes came back to mine and she
smiled.
"How about if I had my Daddy for lunch?" she asked.
"Why do you continue to play this 'Daddy Game'?"
"Is it a game?" She licked her lips again and stared at me.
"Is it? Do you have some dark unrequited incestuous desire?"
I
stepped to the desk and sat on the end of it. I could smell her
'bubble gum' perfume. The heat was rising fast in my blood.
"Maybe I sense some dark desire in you to fulfill." Her hands
were back in her pockets, her arms squeezing in, making her breasts
thrust out.
"I don't have a daughter," I retorted.
"Doesn't mean you can't have the fantasy!" She turned her back
and crossed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
I stared at the dark, rich wood of the door. I felt the surges
of dark passion bubbling deep inside. I shook my head to deny what
she said. That didn't work. I heard the commode flush.
She re-entered the room. Her expression told me that she knew
she was right. A vague smile ebbed across her lips and she sniffed
softly.
"So why don't you be my Daddy and I'll be your little girl and
both of us can play out our fantasies?"
I shrugged and nodded slightly.
She stepped quickly and hugged my waist, her hard little
breasts pushing against my belly, her face against my chest.
"Good! That's my nice, Daddy," she purred.
I stroked her hair and let my fingers scrape down her back.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she hummed, snuggling closer. "You feel so good,
Daddy!"
"You feel good, too, Kitten," I croaked. My cock was pressed
against her belly and was growing by the second.
"Ooooo, Daddy! Your thing is swelling up! I can feel it!" she
gurgled.
She stepped back and looked down at the bulge in my pants and
then up at my face.
"It looks so big! Is it really that big?" She gestured with
her slender fingers, only inches from the throbbing organ.
"Not really." My throat was dry and I felt like I had a fever
of 110 degrees.
"I've only seen two and they were little boys. Their things
weren't any bigger than my thumb." She was playing the part very
convincingly.
She stared at the bulge with wonder in her eyes. Her hands
flitted close by but never touching.
"Did I cause it to swell up?" she asked.
"Ummmm hmmmm." Speech was getting very difficult.
She turned and walked away. I almost yelled. She stopped at
the desk and turned.
"Can I....," she hesitated. "Can I see it?" The words were a
bare whisper.
I glance toward the door to the outer office.
"It's locked," Donna's voice whispered.
When I turned back to her she was still the little girl.
"That's what you can give me for my sixteenth birthday next
week!" she gushed.
"What?" I was confused.
"Show me your 'thing'!" she said proudly.
She took a step toward me and paused. Her eyes flicked from my
crotch to my face.
"Please!" she rasped.
I unzipped my slacks and reached into my shorts. I heard her
suck in her breath. I stopped.
"Kitten, we can't tell anyone about this. This has to be our
secret," I cautioned.
"Oh, I know, Daddy," she shrugged it off. "You aren't
molesting me. You're just doing what I asked you to do."
I pulled the pulsing shaft of my dick from my pants and held
the dark head for her to see.
"Ooooo, Daddy!" she crooned, stepping closer. "It's
beautiful!"
My fingers slid from the shaft and the head bobbed slowly in
the thick air.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, not exactly."
She leaned forward for a closer look. Her finger touched her
lower lip. She was playing a very convincing part. I was getting
lost in the play.
"Can....can I touch it?" Her eyes met mine as she asked.
"If you want to." I was holding my breath.
Her slender fingers reached out and brushed the satin skin of
the head.
"Oooooo, nice!" she cooed.
Her fingertips traced the round head around and around. I was
holding onto the edge of the desk and breathing through clenched
teeth.
"All this is making me wet and warm between my legs," she
rasped.
Her fingers circled the pulsing head and closed. I almost went
to my knees. She held on snugly and savored the sensation as I
did.
"It's sooo hot!" she gasped. "I feel all funny down between my
legs."
Her fingers squeezed my throbbing dick and released it
reluctantly.
"Don't stop," I croaked.
"Do you want me to touch it some more?"
"Yess!" I wheezed. "It feels good when you touch.... Daddy's
cock."
"Oooooo, Daddy, I'm glad you like it!"
Her fingers curled around the head of my dick.
"Stroke it back and forth," I coaxed.
She rubbed her fingers over the top of it.
"Like this, Kitten," I said.
I guided her fingers back around the head and moved the
circled collar back and forth. Shock waves of lust ran up my body.
I felt as if I would shoot any second.
She shook her pony tail and licked her pink lips slowly, her
eyes fixed on the swollen head of my cock. Both of her hands
wrapped around the shaft and pulled slowly. Back and forth her
small, hot fingers moved.
Suddenly, she stopped.
"I'm so HOT down there!" she rasped.
Without warning, she stripped the jeans down over her hips and
stepped out of them and her high topped sneakers. White cotton
panties peeked through the tails of the oversized shirt. Her
fingers flipped the buttons on the shirt and it fell open,
revealing what I was sure was a cotton training bra. With her full
breasts, it was over taxed.
"Fell how hot it is!" she demanded.
Her hand grabbed mine and pulled it between her smooth thighs.
A damp, slippery cotton crotch met my fingers.
"Ooooo, Daddy!" she crooned. "You fingers feel so good there!"
She clutched my hand to her crotch and rocked slowly.
"I feel sooooo strange!" she gasped.
"Rub you finger THERE!" she rasped.
My finger moved back and forth over the swollen bump under the
cotton crotch. She wheezed and jerked as I rolled it slowly.
"Oh, Daddy!"
Her fingers were locked around my wrist, holding my hand
between her slightly spread thighs.
"It... it never feels... this good.... when I do....it!"
Her body was jerking and thrusting with the rhythm of my
fingers. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes were clamped shut. My
fingers pushed the soggy cotton cloth into the gooey, hot slit. Her
clit pulsed against the tip of my finger.
"Daddy!.....DADDY!!......Its.....ITSSSSSSS......," she
groaned. "ITSSSS......CUMMINNNNN!"
Her hips thrust forward and her back arched. I could feel the
contractions of her pussy around the tips of my fingers. She shook
violently and the froze in a rigid position for several seconds.
Her eyes finally fluttered open and she smiled. My cock was
jerking in the open air, my blood pounding in my temples.
"Now... itsss.. Daddy's turn!" she wheezed.
She pulled my hand from her crotch and pushed it toward my
face. The strong, sweet odor of pussy wafted top my nostrils as she
pushed my fingers under my nose. Her fingers left my wrist and
suddenly grasped my aching cock.
"Does it hurt?" she whispered.
"Yessss!" I rasped.
"Will it feel better is I kiss it?"
I gasped. Her slender fingers curled around the throbbing
shaft and she dropped to her knees. I could feel her warm breath on
the swollen head. She smiled up at me and the dipped her head.
"Poor thing!" she crooned.
Her lips touched the tip of my cock and I almost fainted.
"Smells nice," she whispered. She rubbed the dark head against
her cheek and hummed.
"Can I taste it, Daddy?"
"If... you like," I croaked.
"I like."
Her pointed, wet tongue snaked across the head and under it.
It flicked across the sensitive spot and I gasped and jerked.
"Feels good?" she asked.
I nodded at her upturned face and trembled.
She licked again. And again.
"How do I make it feel as good as you made mine feel?"
"Ummm..," I stuttered. "Take it in your mouth and suck it."
"Ooooooooo," she cooed.
Her pink lips opened and her eyes watched mine as she slipped
the head into her hot, wet mouth. The tip of her tongue made
circles around the throbbing blunt end.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she hummed around it as she sucked and laved it.
"Careful..... Kitten," I wheezed. "I'm very close to... to
....doing it!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she hummed. My cock popped wet from her
lips.
"You mean making the white stuff spurt?" she asked.
"Uh....Yes!"
"Oh, Daddy! Give me your stuff!!!"
Her mouth plunged over my straining disk.
Back and forth. Up and down. Gentle fingers cupped my balls
and rolled them as the small mouth worked on my cock. I felt the
convulsion deep in my balls and I grabbed her blonde head.
"Its.....CUMMING, KITTEN!" I wailed, thrusting my cock into
her hungry mouth.
"MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!" she hummed and sucked harder.
The flood broke and what seemed like quarts of scalding come
erupted from my cock and flooded her mouth and throat.
Finally, I fell away from her and dropped to a chair. Her
mouth and chin were smeared with my come and she licked at it
greedily.
"Delicious, Daddy!" she gasped.
Wheezing, I looked at her passion distorted face.
"Whose fantasy is this? Mine or yours?" I rasped.
She smiled and kissed my drooping cock.
"A fantasy is something that you create in you imagination but
have never carried through. It's too late for it to be a fantasy
for me." She smiled at my wide eyed stare.
"What...what do you mean?" I asked.
"It has to be you fantasy. It is no longer one for me." She
rose and gathered her clothes.
"See you soon, Daddy!"
She stepped out of my office, zipping her jeans.
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