Chapter 2

While Mabel lay in her bed and tried to assuage the hunger in her never-fucked cunt her unsuspecting parents were in the room across the hall. Mike lay beside his wife wondering if she wanted it tonight. Their sex was less frequent now than it used to be but what it lacked in quantity was more than compensated for by quality. Delores had matured well but, like many men, he wished he had a bigger cock. At times she damn near broke his back trying to get his average length deeper into her. God, though, she sure could control those inner muscles.

"Do you think there's something bothering Mabel? She seemed down tonight? Sort of depressed?"

"I didn't notice anything, Mike. Why?"

"I don't know? She just acted preoccupied. Like her mind was somewhere else... and once after dinner I thought I saw tears in her eyes?

"Did you speak to her about it?"

"Well... no... I went to her bedroom after she went to bed but... well... it wasn't a good time to ask."

"Why was that?"

"Well... she was... you know... occupied?"

"Hah. You mean she was masturbating. That's not surprising. She's got a lot of new hormones rushing around now. I know how I was at fourteen and I bet you were the same way."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's a good thing that piano teacher is like he is. I wouldn't want to leave her alone with a straight guy."

"How much do you think of her that way, Mike? I mean, like, fucking her?"

"My God, Delores? She's our daughter?'

"Yes... and she's a beautiful, sexy woman-to-be, too. When you see that ripe, young body you must think about how it would be to be in her?"

"Well... maybe a bit. But? Don't ever let her know I said that. She'd never speak to me again."

"Hah! Haven't you ever noticed the way she looks at you sometimes? If she knew you thought about it she'd be on her back for you in a New York minute. She's been masturbating for more than two years now. I've seen her. She's a hot, little cookie, even if she's our daughter."

"Yeah... like her mother."

"What's this?" Delores asked with a smile. "It got you hard, didn't it. Thinking about her that way. How about using that on your ancient wife. She wants it too."

As Mike mounted his wife's compliant body he couldn't keep from thinking about his daughter's firm-fleshed form but he managed to complete the act without committing mental incest. Just barely.

"Is Mr. Williams in?" Mabel waited while the woman who had answered the phone went to get her piano teacher. Was the woman his mother? His landlady? She sounded too old to be a girlfriend.

"Dale Williams here," her piano teacher said in his quiet voice. "Who is this?"

"It's Mabel, Sir. I wondered..." and she hesitated but, screwing up her courage, she forged ahead. "Can you? Like? Come over today to make up for the lesson I missed yesterday?"

"Uh... yeah... I guess so?" Did she want a piano lesson or was she suggesting she wanted to finish what they started yesterday? He was scared. What if she did and he fucked her and he got caught? They'd send him to jail. She was too young, even if she said yes. He'd go but if she tried anything like yesterday he'd give her a good talking to. Nothing more.

"When? Like, when can you come over?"

"I'll be there in an hour or so, Mabel. You can practice scales while you're waiting for me."

Young Mabel didn't practice on the piano. As soon as she hung up the phone she went to her parents' bedroom and rummaged around their dresser drawer. First, a condom. She wanted to be fucked but she sure didn't want to be pregnant. Then she took the tube of K-Y jelly. She was already getting wet in anticipation but she wanted to be sure he got his cock into her with a minimum of difficulty. She looked at the mammoth dildo in the drawer. God. Did her mother actually take that inside?

He was not going to do anything, even if she wanted it. Dale fought the lewd urge that coursed through his loins and his organ swelled despite his resolve. Was she a virgin? Not likely but he still didn't dare do it whether she was willing or not.

The horny but inexperienced girl finished her preparations. The condom and the K-Y were at the head of her bed. She'd showered and put on the light sun dress again with nothing at all under it. And she sat near the front door and waited.

Dale hesitated before ringing the front doorbell, trying to push the image of the girl's nearly naked body from his mind. And trying to forget the shame of going off before he got into her willingly offered cunt. But in spite of his fear and his shame he could feel the blood rushing to his cock. He rang the doorbell and in an instant the door opened.

"Hello Mabel. How are..." He started to say as he stepped inside but before he could complete the sentence the lightly clad girl was on her knees before him, her fingers fumbling with his fly.

It was easy to find her teacher's semi-erect tool and Mabel quickly unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled the gristly fleshtube from the confines of his undershorts. It was the first cock she'd seen close up and she looked at it with prurient curiosity, holding it at first as if she thought it might break.

Dale knew then that he couldn't resist. The sight of the beautiful adolescent kneeling, her warm hands fondling his prick was more than even a Saint could have resisted.

Mabel marveled at the instrument in her hands. It had still been somewhat flexible when she'd pulled it out but now it was rigid, the smooth skin stretched tightly over its almost eight-inch length. She stroked it, hearing the man's sharp intake of breath as she did so and seeing the little drop of clear fluid that appeared in the tiny eye of the purple tip.

The man's knees quaked as his student leaned closer and then he felt the hot moistness of her tongue sliding along the underside. Oh God! Was she going to suck his cock? His balls felt heavy and began to ache as the girl ran her hotly pebbled tongue the full length from his sac to the sensitive tip.

The girl was fascinated. The cock was so hard, a hot, velvety cylinder and, as the colorless fluid dripped from its tip she caught a dribble of the tasteless liquid with her tongue. There was a faint soapy odor, the residue of his recent shower and she wrapped her lips around the bulbous, purple knob. She'd never felt anything as smooth and slick as this and she wondered what he would do if she took more of it in her mouth.

All the piano teacher could do was stand there. His legs felt rubbery and, careful not to break contact with her glorious mouth, he leaned back against the wall for support.

Mabel was able to wrap her fingers almost completely around the hard cylinder and she gave it a few pumps as she continued to lick and suck it. She wanted to make him cum now so he wouldn't leave her hanging like he had yesterday. What would it feel like to let him cum in her mouth? She was tempted but, as she felt the rigid shaft give a little pulse, she backed off and pointed it away from her face.

The man groaned with a mixture of relief and frustration as he lost control. He twisted his hips, seeking the hot comfort of the girl's sexy mouth but she held his cock tightly and pumped it rapidly, making sure it was directed to the side. Then she felt the hard cylinder give a mighty jerk and the first jet of creamy gism shot out in a parabolic stream that went past her shoulder to land on the hardwood floor.