Chapter 3

Sally was a cute kid with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. It tickled John to see her push out her almost flat chest to show that she was wearing a training bra. His own girls had started their menses last year and gone through the same stage.

Sally had the same outgoing personality as David. As soon as the trip was under way she grinned at him and told him that she was glad he was marrying her mother. Her mother was lonely and he was the nicest man she'd ever dated. Then she'd gotten to her knees and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

Her chest wasn't as flat as he'd thought. He felt her hard nipples pressing against his arm as she kissed him. He could just see David using the same approach with Alice and sneaking a feel of her tits as he did.

Hard nipples! Was he turning this kid on. She was only twelve years old, the same age as David, and she was going to be his daughter. This was going to be another delicate situation and he didn't have a gynecologist to turn to this time. He would just have to cope with the problem for the four days it would take for the trip. He had another problem too. His prick had sprung to attention.

He certainly couldn't have the hots for a twelve year old kid. It was just that he hadn't had any sex since shortly after he'd met Alice. Pickups weren't his style at all and he really wasn't interested in casual sex. He'd been interested in Alice since that first meeting. He found that he was blushing when he caught Sally gazing at the bulge in his pants.

Sally knew what bulge in John's pants was. She'd felt that bulge in her brothers' and David's pants. Now John had a hard prick. That was interesting. Was it in response to the tingle that she'd felt when her tits had rubbed against his arm. Her nipples had gotten hard like they did when she rubbed them at night or when she rubbed them up against the boys.

Her nipples always got hard when she felt the boys' pricks while they were wrestling. She had a strong urge to reach over and feel John's hard prick. She blushed and felt her cunt get wet like it did when she thought about the boys' pricks.

John caught the blush. He didn't know what this little nymphet was thinking but he had a general idea. He realized that she was just a healthy just-pubescent kid with galloping hormones and a very strong interest in sex. Her glands were probably driving her up a wall but she was much too young to experiment. Some lucky boy, possibly David, would get her maidenhead in a few years. He was envious and his prick refused to go down.

They stopped for lunch and John jerked off in the men's room visualizing Sally's pubescent cunt. Just as his son was doing at about the same time he pumped his hand up and down on his prick, felt his prick throb and pointed it down to the bowl to let his cum shoot out. A trip across the country with Sally was not going to be easy.

Sally was performing the same rite, with allowances for the difference in the physiology between a male and a female, in the ladies room. She'd spied on her brothers a few times when they weren't too careful about closing the bathroom door and there was that time with David, but she wondered what an adult prick would look like.

She imagined how big John's prick must be and pushed a finger in and out of her cunt until she had an orgasm. From that bulge in his pants it must be a lot bigger than her brothers' pricks were. Sitting next to John all day was more difficult than being with the boys. It kept her cunt wetter. She had put on a minipad on her first visit to the ladies room so she wouldn't spot her shorts. She was glad she'd brought some along even though she wasn't expecting her period.

The conversation was lively. Sally kept up her end of the dialogue so well that John felt they could get in another hundred miles or so after supper. He wasn't as road weary as he would have been if he were driving by himself. When they finally decided to call it a day, it was almost another hour before the found a motel with a lit 'vacancy' sign.

John pulled in and ran into a snag. There was only one cabin left. The owner looked at Sally and said that they were lucky it was one of the rooms with twin beds so that John wouldn't have to sleep with his daughter. They'd passed a lot of 'full' signs, and John didn't think he could find one with two rooms, he looked at Sally. She blushed but shook her head. Wow! Maybe she could get to see exactly how big John's prick was. He signed them in for the night.

They went to the cabin and John told Sally to take her things into the bathroom to change, he would use it after she was finished. John did a double take when she came out in a set of baby dolls that were cute but very revealing. He could see right through the material. His prick immediately surged to another erection as he hurriedly turned his eyes away.

He took his turn in the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he found her under the covers when he came out. He wasn't sure he could take any more of those baby dolls. Sally lay very still. Her cunt was sopping wet, she wasn't used to being in a bedroom with a male. She reached down and ran her fingers along the lips. She couldn't move too much or John would hear the motion and wonder what she was doing. She wondered if his prick would get hard if she rubbed up against it like she did with the boys. She sure would like to try.

John heard a noise from the next bed. It sounded like Sally was crying. He listened for a while, it sounded if her heart was breaking. What could be the matter. He had two daughters of his own and he knew that they sometimes had emotional problems that passed very quickly, but that didn't mean that they weren't very serious to the girls at the time.

"Is something the matter, Sally?"

"Uh, no."

He could barely hear her response.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I've never slept away from my mother and brothers before. I'm lonely. I miss them. I shouldn't be so homesick so quick, but I am."

Sally got out of bed and sat on the edge of his bed. The best treatment for this was some tender loving care. He sat up, held her to him, and rocked her gently in his arms. Her sobs subsided and she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She loved him. She was glad he was going to marry her mother. He was the best father she could ever have. She was so lonely. Could she sleep with him?

John had no idea how contrived this whole scene had been. Once Sally decided she wanted to feel his prick she had figured a way to do it. The female of the species had generations of instinct to fall back on. One of the most deeply imbedded instincts was how to trap the man they wanted.

Sally had learned that she could get anything from her brothers by crying although she didn't often use the tactic. It worked better if she used it sparingly. To her, John was just another male. If it worked with her brothers it would work with him.

It worked just as well with John as it did with her brothers. He lay down beside her and held her and Sally achieved her objective, his prick got hard. He blushed with embarrassment. It was pressing against Sally's thigh. He tried to move but Sally snuggled in closer to him. Everything was working out perfectly.

She was in bed with John and she could feel his hard prick against her thigh. It was way bigger than David's or her bothers'. Her panties were wet in the crotch, but that was all right, John felt real good. She wanted something more but she wasn't sure exactly what it was that she wanted.

John knew exactly what she wanted when she turned toward him and he felt the wet crotch of her baby doll panties. He should have better control of things but he was totally at loss for what to do. He reached around and without thinking patted her rear end as he'd done to his daughters years before.

This was the wrong thing to do. He smelled the strong odor of desire rising from her cunt. He felt her rub her cunt against his hip. He lost control.

His hand cupped her bottom and his finger rubbed at her excited cunt through her panties. Sally was shocked but, although she hadn't realized it, this was what she wanted. She wiggled her cunt against his finger. He kissed her and probed with his tongue. She opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue against his.

Her hips started to jerk so that her cunt ran back and forth along his finger. There was one thing he could do for this excited little nymphet that he knew wouldn't hurt her physically and hoped wouldn't have any lasting psychological effects. He moved down along her body, pulled down her panties, and licked at her virgin cunt.

Sally gasped and lifted her cunt up to his mouth.

"Oh, I've heard of that. Lick my cunt, John, lick it. Make me come!"

John pushed his tongue into the tight entrance of her virgin cunt and felt her maidenhead. He licked it and sucked on her just developing clit. Sally's ass was bouncing up off the bed. She'd never felt anything like this. She was having orgasm after orgasm. She'd never been able to make herself come this many times by rubbing between her legs. She moaned and tossed her head from side to side. John lapped her cunt and sucked her clit until her body relaxed and her hips fell back onto the bed.

"Ohhh, nothing ever felt that good before. I love you!"

He was horrified at what he had done, but he hadn't been able to help himself. At least he hadn't raped her. He couldn't live with himself if he'd done that. He moved beside her and held her too him while she regained her breath.

"I love you too, but I shouldn't have done that."

Sally's tongue probed at his lips. John kissed back. She reached inside his pajamas and grabbed rampant eight inch prick. John tried to pull away. Sally wouldn't let him.

"I want you to put it in me. That's what you're supposed to do isn't it?"

"Sally, I'm not even supposed to touch a twelve year old. Go back to bed and pretend nothing ever happened. You'll never forget but, if anybody ever finds out I could go to jail and I would deserve it."

"John, I won't let go of your prick. I like the feel. I want it inside me. If you don't do it to me, I'll wait till I get home and I'll get one of the boys do it. I know I can make one of them do it, but I want it to be you."

John released Sally and moved away. What was he going to do to this insistent twelve year old.

"My prick's too big. It'll hurt you. Wait another four or five years until your more fully matured. Then find yourself a nice boy to take your maidenhead."

"Your prick can't be too big. A baby can come out of a cunt and your pick isn't as big as a baby. I'll make it fit in."

Sally held his prick, moved her body over his, positioned his prick in her cunt and sat down hard. John was caught unawares. He didn't expect Sally to act this fast. He felt his prick meet her maidenhead and tear right through. He looked down and six of his eight inches were buried in an almost hairless cunt. He was still conscience stricken but his hard prick didn't have the same conscience. His hips pushed up off the bed and another inch of prick disappeared. Sally took a deep breath.