Chapter 1: My Girlfriend's Daughter, Laurie

I knocked on my girlfriend's apartment door and was surprised when it opened to see not Sue, but her daughter Laurie. Laurie lived with her father and usually only visited her mother on weekends. She had just turned eighteen and was a senior in high school, with plans to attend college in the fall.

"Hi, Sam," she said, flashing me her bright smile.

Laurie was a tall girl, with long dirty-blonde hair and eyes the blue of a summer sky. She was wearing a loose pink tank top and baggy blue jeans that gripped her hips low, allowing me a glimpse of flat, tanned belly.

"Hi, yourself," I said. "Where's your mom?"

"She has to work late. She probably won't be home till eleven." A forlorn expression washed away Laurie's pretty smile. "We were supposed to have a mother/daughter night. You know, grab a bite, watch a movie."

"I'm sorry, Laurie. I didn't realize you two had plans. I was thinking of doing the same. Oh well, guess it's off to Mickey D's."

Laurie grabbed my hand. "No, Sam, stay. I'll cook us supper and we can watch a video. I want the company. Otherwise tonight'll be a total bummer."

I offered her a lame grin. "Twist my arm." I stepped inside and slipped off my shoes.

"I've got pasta cooking," she said. "Is that okay?"

"Sounds great."

As her cute fanny wiggled toward the kitchen, I hung my coat in the closet and wandered into the living room to watch the news. Through the anchorman's drone I thought about my relationship with Laurie's mother. Things hadn't been that good lately with Sue. A lot of it was due to the difference in our sexual appetites. Sue's idea of a healthy sex life was screwing once a week in the missionary position. I seldom could convince her to suck my cock; she said she didn't like the taste. I'm one of those guys who leaks pre-cum like crazy, and I knew if she couldn't handle that, then swallowing my whole load was out of the question.

Whenever I fucked her anymore she just lay there like a dead fish. I could have screwed a plastic blow-up doll and been just as satisfied. I tried to boff her doggy-style once, but she complained that her back ached in that position. Another time, in the throes of passion, I stuck my finger in her ass while pounding away at her pussy. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked with an icy glare. I tried to explain that it increased my excitement, but she wanted no part of it. She told me it hurt, that I was a pervert, and she promptly cut me off for two weeks.

Because of our sexual incompatibility, I was considering ending the relationship. But horn-dog that I am, I wanted to make sure I had something better before I dumped her. A bird in the hand and all that.

After catching up on the day's depressing events on the tube, I strolled into the kitchen to see if Laurie needed help. The oven door was open and Laurie was bent over it, checking things out. I checked things out, too, but in a different way. Laurie's tight ass was swaying in the air, and the separation between her tank top and jeans had widened, exposing a substantial expanse of brown midriff. Her jeans were hanging so far down her hips that I could see the top of her pink panties.

She straightened up and took a step backward, right into me. I grabbed her waist to keep from falling, and it felt like a thousand volts shot up my arms. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling. "Thanks, Sam. I didn't see you there."

"Sorry," I muttered. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you. I just came to see if you needed any help."

"Well, you could open a bottle of wine," she said. Her eyes drifted down to where my cock was jammed against her ass.

"O-okay," I stammered, and released my grip on her waist.

Laurie cooked a magnificent supper—angel-hair pasta with a very light olive-oil-and-sun-dried-tomato sauce, served with a crispy garlic loaf. We had several glasses of wine with our meal. I didn't feel guilty about that. I knew Sue let Laurie have a drink when she slept over.

After the dishes were in the dishwasher we retired with our glasses to the living room. I sat on the sofa, and to my surprise Laurie sat beside me. We were chatting and laughing when she reached over to the coffee table for her glass of wine. The sleeve of her tank top gapped open and I caught a glimpse of a beautiful teen tit. It wasn't that big—orange-sized at best—but it was a nice creamy color in marked contrast to her dark tan, the nipple small and very light pink. As we continued to jabber, carnal thoughts began to creep into my head.

"Excuse me, Laurie," I said. "Time to see a man." I stood up from the sofa, trying to hide the bulge in my pants.

In the bathroom, I reached down the front of my trousers and straightened my scrunched-up prick. Sam, you pervert, I thought, that's your girlfriend's daughter out there.

I splashed cold water onto my face, dried it, and returned to the living room. Laurie was sticking a tape in the VCR.

"I don't know why Mom doesn't label her videos better," she said grumpily.

I knew what she was talking about. Sue had recorded countless movies off of satellite and then buried them in the drawers of the entertainment stand without writing so much as a word on them. She must have accumulated over a hundred tapes full of God-knew-what.

Laurie sat beside me again as the movie began. It was strange—no opening titles or credits, just a young girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and a man who looked to be in his forties, sitting on a sofa. The man's arm was around the girl's shoulders, and he appeared to be consoling her.

"I think this is Lolita," Laurie bubbled. "I've wanted to see it so bad."

I knew it wasn't Lolita. I had seen both versions—the older Kubrick classic with James Mason and Sue Lyons, and the remake with Jeremy Irons as Humbert Humbert. As the tape played on, a sick feeling began to churn in my stomach. The man leaned toward the girl, and her lips opened to accept his thick tongue. She whimpered into his mouth as he kneaded her small breast through her white blouse. He traced an outline around her lips with the tip of his tongue and began undoing her buttons. Once her blouse was open, he stuck his hand in and massaged her naked tits. He put his other hand behind her head and drew her closer, and stuck his whole tongue in her mouth.

Laurie's eyes were glued to the TV screen, her mouth hanging open. Her hands were making fidgety motions in her lap as if she wanted to stroke her crotch. She obviously had never seen a movie like this before. I couldn't believe Sue had taped such a hardcore—and probably illegal—flick, much less left it lying around.

On the TV, the man's tongue was still buried in the girl's mouth, and now her short tartan skirt was hiked up, revealing a nearly hairless slit. She moaned into the man's mouth and shuddered as he sank one finger, then two into the tight folds of her little bald quim. As he began fucking them in and out of her, her hand made a shy passage to the large bulge in the front of his pants.

The man broke off the kiss and dropped his head to the girl's chest. He inhaled one of her small boobs into his mouth as her hand tightened around his prick, squeezing and stroking. He sucked on her tits for a minute, then stood up and stripped off his trousers. His dick looked to be at least ten inches long, and fat. He sat down again, and with his hand behind the girl's head, he urged her down toward his bone. She opened her mouth and engulfed it, its girth stretching her lips to the limits. As her mouth glided up and down the shaft, the man groaned and thrust his hips up until her nose was hitting pubic hair.

"Yeah, baby," he said. "That's it. Suck Daddy's cock. Take it all, just like I showed you."

So that was it! I thought. This was an incest movie.

Suddenly I felt Laurie's hand on my thigh. I looked at her. Her eyes were still transfixed to the TV, mesmerized by the erotic images flickering across the screen. I covered her hand with mine and she turned to me, eyes glazed, tongue flicking over her thin lips. I leaned in, and when our mouths met I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her mouth was soft and yielding, and when I offered her my tongue she accepted it readily. I swirled it inside her mouth for what seemed like ages, playing little flirting games— tracing the tip against her palate, flicking it against her tongue, exploring every little nook and cranny. She sucked it like a tiny dick, and then her tongue followed it as it retreated back into my mouth.

As we kissed, my hand crept through the gap in her tank top below the arm and found her soft teen tit. I kneaded the hot flesh and teased the nipple, eliciting a low moan. Her fingers crept down to my cock and traced its outline through the soft gray wool fabric of my pants.

Desperate with lust, I broke off the kiss, pushed up Laurie's pink top, and captured her nipple between my lips. I massaged it with my tongue, then sucked her entire small boob into my mouth. As I feasted on her tit, Laurie unzipped my fly and fished out my hard eight-incher. She pumped it gently, coaxing out a stream of pre-cum.

I unlatched my mouth from her breast and panted, "I need to taste you, Laurie."

She nodded shyly. "Okay."

I pulled her tank top over her head, undid her jeans, and tugged them down, leaving her in only her sexy pink panties. Kneeling on the floor, I placed my mouth over her cotton-covered mound and sucked on it while inhaling her fragrant teen aroma. When I pushed my tongue into the saliva-soaked material, her hips started bucking up into my face.

"Oh God, Sam! Go under! Please, go under and suck my cunt!"