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dONNA, MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
Chapter 4   By Jeff Davis
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         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.