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Keeping It Legal Ch. 02

By: AnAmericanDarling



*Note to readers: All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and over.*



My curfew was midnight and I hadn't come home that night at all. I came home the next day at around 11 a.m. I had made an effort to look presentable when I walked in the door, but my Dad saw that I had been with Jim that night. His face was red. He looked like he was going to scream and cry at the same time.

"Katie, sit down," he told me angrily, pointing to the kitchen table. I did as he said. "I've been worried about you all night. I almost called the police. You never called, you never came home, nothing, I didn't know if you had gotten into a car wreck, I didn't know what had happened. Do you know what the imagination does to a worried parent?"

I lowered my eyes. I felt bad that I had worried him that much. I didn't realize it would hurt him this much.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said quietly.

"And I see," he said angrily, eyeing my frizzed, unruly hair, "that you haven't exactly been collecting cans for the needy."

This is the way he expressed himself. Whenever he felt a vulnerable emotion - sadness, worry, uncertainty - he always expressed it in frustration and anger as a sort of shield. But his comment made me angry.

"I can be with whoever I want," I snapped and got up from the table.

"Not in this house!" he yelled at me. "Not with someone so much older! I don't care what I said last night, that's all over with now. Maybe I thought you had more class than to put out on the first date. You're not going to see this Jim anymore!"

I stood, listening to him and looking him dead in the eye from across the room. My anger was setting me on fire. "I can screw whoever I want!" I screamed. "I enjoyed it! I enjoyed every second of it!"

"I'm not going to allow him to take advantage of you and I'm not going to allow you to act like a slut!"

I walked up to him angrily, staring at him. I was shocked he would say that, not only as a father, but as a man. I slapped him across the face and he let out a yelp. I grabbed my purse and ran out the door. I caught the bus just in time and took a seat. I was breathing heavy from our argument. Both my Dad and I knew that his last comment was out of line and I was extremely hurt by it.

I took a pair of sunglasses out of my purse and put them on. I started to cry behind them. I could've just ran up to my bedroom, but I just wanted to get away from him. My cell phone rang and it said "Dad" on it. We both knew he regretted what he had said and I pressed the "ignore" button. I wanted to call Jim, but I also didn't want him to see me so weepy and down.

I rode on the bus for a while, never really having any kind of destination. It was a Sunday and there were very few people riding. I noticed a man at the back of the bus. He was dressed well and he was holding a paper, but whenever I looked at him I saw that he was looking at me. He had a gentle look to him. Like Jim, he also had dark hair and dark eyes, but he was also good-looking in his own way, especially with beautiful lips that I imagined would be nice to kiss. He was much older than even Jim - he looked maybe late 40's or early 50's. He smiled at me gently. I was suspicious when he walked over to me. He didn't take the seat beside me, but he hung onto the pole and dug out something in his pocket.

"I don't know if you need these," he said. "Maybe I should've offered them earlier," he said, taking out a few tissues.

I looked up at him through my sunglasses and took the tissues from his grip. "Thank you," I said quietly. I took my sunglasses off and wiped my eyes that were wet and I'm sure puffy and unattractive.

He smiled. "I knew I'd like your eyes."

I looked up at him callously and pulled the cord. The bell rang and I got off the bus. I didn't need some old lech who tries to pick up vulnerable young girls on the bus. I called Jim and asked him if I could come over. He said I could. 

Once at his house I explained the whole confrontational day. I was pretty composed by that point, but I told him about the fight with my Dad and the old lech that tried to pick me up on the bus. He held me.

"I'm sorry it's been such a rough day, Baby," he said, rocking me.

Over the next several weeks, Jim and I saw each other usually 5-6 days a week. We had grown closer both emotionally and physically. My Dad and I both knew he had a problem with Jim, but we tried to subdue our conflicting views and maintain a peaceful home. Our relationship was rocky because of my taboo love life, but I knew it would solidify again once he accepted Jim as someone I deeply cared about.

Jim and I explored our amazing relationship and our amazing sex life. Whenever we saw each other those 5 or 6 days per week, we always had sex. I joked that he was my "sexual liberator." I was desiring things I had never before desired. I found I was an extremely physical person and learning that Jim was too and nothing felt better than the two of us using each other to the utmost pleasure. He knew that every time I saw him that I was desperate for what he had in his pants, but he rarely had the willpower to taunt or tease me with it because, he said, whenever he eyed me he wanted to "go to bed" and "show Baby what grown-ups did." This particular phrase stuck in my head and I very gently broached the subject one day in bed. Those kind of phrases of his were common, referring to my youth, so I was hoping what I wanted to say would be taken well.

In his bed, we were cuddling and kissing after having sex. I kept kissing him to keep myself from talking, but finally I decided to tell him one of my fantasies.

"Jim," I whispered. "I like that you're so much older than me."

"Me too."

"It kind of makes me feel...protected and safe."

He nodded, nuzzling my neck. "And I will, Baby."

"That's very...fatherly and sweet," I said. "Do you know what I mean?"

He pulled his head back and faced me, confused. "No, Baby."

"Have you ever, you know, had a little girl?"

"I don't have any kids, you know that," he said, perplexed. He paused. "Oh you mean....No, nothing like that."

I knew he knew what I was talking about. His expression was hard to read. I gulped. "Would you like to? Have a little girl, I mean?"

He kissed me and whispered into my mouth. "Are you saying you want a Daddy, Baby?"

I smiled. "Yes."

"Uh!" he groaned and fell back on the bed and smiled. "God, Kate, that's so hot. I've always dreamed of that." He sat back up again and kissed me. His hand slithered down to my pussy. He could feel my juices and his cum slithering out of me. "Oh," he moaned at my arousal. "Do you want your Daddy again, Baby?"

I sighed at his incestuous words. "Yes, ohh yes. No! Not yet. I want to blow you."

Sometimes when I sucked his cock I blew him and other times I allowed him to fuck my face. He sat on the edge of the bed and I kneeled before him, both of us naked.

I started to kiss his cock and he groaned. I remembered my first blowjob that I gave him. It had lipstick stains on it. Now, as I had wrapped my lips around the head, he stroked my hair to keep it out of my face. He had always praised my sexual abilities, but particularly my cocksucking.

"God," he moaned, arching his head back. "You're so good. You must really love cock, especially Daddy's cock. Isn't that right, Angel?"

I nodded and lifted my mouth off his cock. "I love your cock, Daddy," a strand of my saliva not parting my lips and his cock completely.

"I know you're horny, Baby. God, so am I. Your mouth is sweet and soft. Scoot back, Princess."

I scooted back on my knees to give him room to stand. He stood before me and slipped his cock back into my mouth. This was my favorite oral position because I could blow him, but he also had the position and force to fuck my face. I loved the power he had. I could tell he was especially horny with this new thing we had discovered about each other. He held my face and started to pump into it at a frantic speed.

"Ohh, Princess, you look so beautiful taking my cock," he said, banging me. "Look at those sweet lips around my cock. What a sight for Daddy. You're such a sweet little cocksucker, Baby."

I gently held his hips, motioning him to stop. He did. There was something I wanted to try. With deep concentration and going against instinct, I started to open up my throat, ignoring my gag reflex. I pulled at his hips so his cock would go in deeper and I felt him push his cock down into my open throat. He could not contain himself at my new talent.

"Fuck, oh my God, Princess, where'd you learn that? My God, you are the sweetest, most lewd little cocktease I have ever known."

He groaned and warned me that he was cumming. He came with a force I had never before felt in him. Strand after strand sprayed into my throat like the most wonderful food. Over the last several weeks I had turned from virgin to nymphomaniac. I gobbled down each rope of his sperm as if it were going to be the last one of my life. I savored the taste and the texture as long as I possibly could, but was always greedy for more. I had heard girls in the locker room saying that they didn't swallow for their boyfriends, but I couldn't understand how they could pull their mouth away from something feeding them so generously and unselfishly. Sperm made me feel good.

This discovery that Jim and I made, that we now had a "Daddy/Daughter" incestuous relationship opened us up even more. Our sex was explosive, but our attitudes out in public also changed. He stroked my hair more, kissed me on the forehead more, patted me on my bottom, and we had no qualms about calling each other "Daddy" or "Princess" while we were out. Our taboo was kinky and Jim told me one time that he didn't mind if people knew that "Daddy was giving it to his Baby every night."

Jim, or as I should say, "Daddy", started to buy me "little girl" things. He bought a paddle for our sexual play and we used it frequently and he also bought me lollipops to suck on and bows to put in my hair. 

One afternoon after school, I came over to Jim's house. He was in the shower and I was doing homework there because at home it could be somewhat chaotic, so it was sometimes easier to study at Jim's house. Well, maybe not. I was very distracted by him.

His air conditioner had gone kaput and the back door was open and the windows were open, but it was still very hot. I slipped out of my outer clothes and sat there in my white panties and bra, doing my homework. I also had a white bow in my hair that Jim gave to me. I knew this was going to entice him when he came out. I had another idea. I pulled out one of my lollipops from my book bag. I unwrapped it and started sucking on it, looking over my textbook and notebooks from school.

"You know, Kate-" I heard him say from another room and he stopped when he saw me. 

He stood there in his bathrobe and grasped my plan immediately. He walked over to me and held my shoulders, leaning down and giving me a kiss on my cheek, whispering in my ear. "How is my Princess?"

"I'm good, Daddy," I said sweetly.

"Oh, I know you are, Baby. What are you working on?"

"Literature. An assignment for 'Great Expectations.'"

"I see. Do you like the boys in your class, Sweetheart?"

I shrugged, getting into my role for him. "Kinda."

"Kinda?" he teased. I could hear him smiling. "Have you been sucking a little bit at school, Baby? Hmm?"

I giggled. "Oh Daddy."

"What about your teachers, Baby? Do you spread those sweet little legs for them?"

"Oh Daddy," I sighed, thoroughly enjoying my role and over dramatizing. "You make it seem like I'm bent over some teacher's desk all the time."

"God," he moaned. "That's a nice idea. Take off your clothes, Sweetheart. I know you like to do that for your Daddy."

I obediently took off my panties and bra and he praised me for so easily taking them off. He took off his robe. Both of us now naked, he bent me over the kitchen table. He was so hard and so big and I was very wet. I spread my legs and hung onto the table. I could feel my pussy open wide for him. We were moaning and whispering at the excitement and when Daddy finally got himself aligned up properly and pushed himself in, my back curved as I let out a squeal of pleasure.

"Oh Fuck me, Daddy," I said sweetly, in my "little girl" voice. 

"Oh Baby, you have such a sweet little pussy. It's so pink and raw, and only Daddy gets to fuck it, right Princess?"

"Mmm hmm."

"God, I love the way you always put out for your Daddy, Kitten. You're so sweet and easy for me."

Our nasty, incestuous talk always made us so horny and we banged and groaned hard and fast, my hands resting on the table, my tits small, but fleshy and bouncing at every in stroke my Daddy gave me. I could feel his big hands on my hips and I was so proud to submit to him - I would've done anything for his cock, anything for him to bang me. I was his cocktease, his cocksucker, his plaything - and I loved it. 

He pulled his cock out suddenly and I knew what was going to happen. He loved my ass, and, staying as I was, I could hear him jerking off and eventually cumming onto my ass. There were warm, gooey streams of cum onto my buttcheeks, but there was always a little bit down in my crack - and he always pushed some into my asshole, which I always delighted in. I could feel my pussy convulsing as he pushed some of his sperm into my ass with the head of his cock. We both stood up, panting, our bodies sweating from the heat. I turned around and picked up my lollipop and started sucking it again. He groaned and I giggled.

"Can you stay very long tonight?" he asked me, holding me close to him.

"Not very," I said. "My parents are expecting me for dinner."

He laughed. "God, I feel so damn old when you say stuff like that!" 

Synching up his bathrobe, he suggested we go into the living room. He smacked my bare bottom as I walked. I jumped and laughed.

We jumped onto the couch and cuddled, holding each other's hands. He and I were not looking forward to the next couple of weeks. My workload at school was becoming harder and harder for me to keep up with. I was on the verge of getting a failing grade, and while you can almost always lift a failing grade if you try hard enough, I knew my parents would be disappointed - and I knew that they would know what I was doing instead of studying. Jim looked at a very daunting next couple of weeks at work. His assistant manager had quit on him and he had frequently been looking for someone to take his place. Until then, he was going to be taking on a lot more work and longer hours.



*Stay tuned for Chapter 3 - same time, same channel!*

Keeping It Legal Ch. 03



Over the last three weeks I had only seen Jim three times. I was going stir crazy not being with him. And while, out of nothing else to do, I raised my grades, this pleased my parents, but it did not ease my libido. One good thing did come out of it though. I think through the word of my father, our good old neighbor Ernie had hired me for babysitting work. It was nice to be making my own money and not having to beg for spare cash now and then. 

Ernie was a very kind gentleman. He had dark hair and chocolate eyes. I think he realized I was basically a good kid, but that I just needed a little bit of direction. He paid me decent wages and, throughout my time over at his house, he taught me how to cook a few basic things that his 6 year-old son, Tom, liked. I was over at his house watching Tom usually about three weekdays after school and sometimes on the weekends.

Ernie had a gentle air about him, an air of kindness. He was tall and lean and middle-aged, a divorcee whose wife lived in another part of the country. There are many times that I thought of him as very handsome. I could never be unfaithful to Jim, but I had to admit that I had an attraction to Ernie. Through my contact with Ernie and my thoughts of Jim, I found my panties sticking to me frequently.

Through my babysitting job, Ernie had nothing but class. Though, I did sense he liked me a little bit. His eyes were always so nice to look into and he had such a kindly smile. Sometimes our looks would hold onto each other a little longer than I thought normal, but it never went passed that.

One Friday night Ernie asked me to stay late to babysit. I had helped Tom with his homework, we had taken some Crayolas and colored in some of his coloring books, and I had sent him to bed. He was a sweet kid, ornery, but sweet. 

It was about 10:30 p.m. when Ernie returned home. Tom had been asleep for about an hour or so and when his father walked through the front door, I could tell he was in a sour mood, but trying to hide it. He grumbled a 'good evening' to me and walked into the kitchen. I followed him quietly, cautiously, not wanting to get in his way. I also really wanted to be paid. I saw him unlock the liquor cabinet, pour a short bit of Vodka into a glass, toss his head back, downing the glass and put the bottle back in the cabinet.

"Ernie?" he insisted I was to call him Ernie. "Are you okay?"

His back had been to me the whole time, but he turned around to face me. He saw my meek body language and expression and his face and voice softened. "No, Katie. Well, damn it, I might as well tell somebody. There was this lady at work - Angela's her name - and, well, that little slut, God, I could just kill her. I've liked her for quite sometime and so anyway we went out for drinks. She was really getting friendly, if you know what I mean. Well, I go to the bathroom, and she leaves with this other guy. Not only that, the guy who I was sitting next to at the bar tells me it was her husband! I didn't even know she was married! The biggest liar I've ever met, stringing me along all these weeks. The way she was acting I thought we were going to do it tonight." 

I looked at him, surprised. I had never seen him so upset, but I also had never heard that kind of language from him. I looked at him sympathetically.

"I'm sorry," I said meekly.

"Me too," he said, resting his hands on the table. "About talking in front of you like that."

I walked over to him at, looking up at him. I held his hand gently. "There'll be other girls. I'm sorry this one was so phony."

With my hand resting on his, he rested his other hand on mine, layering our hands. He looked into my eyes. "Thank you. I appreciate your compassion." His eyes were so sad and frustrated, I felt heartbroken by his haggard look which was usually so neat and put together. Our gaze stood there for a suggestive, unnecessary moment when he broke it.

"Well, I guess I should pay you, kiddo," he said, taking the wallet out from his back pocket. "Let's see $9 per hour for seven hours is...what? About $63? Let's make it $65 to be even. I'm too tired for all this single dollar bills tonight." He handed me the money.

"Thank you very much, Ernie. You'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

He nodded. "I suppose so."

He walked me to the front door.

"Good night," I said, with a slight smile.

"Night," he said, and shut the door behind him.

The next day was a Saturday. I had the day off from babysitting and Jim was at work. But Jim's excessive working hours were soon to end - over the next few days he was going to conclude his interviews for assistant managers and the one he chose would start next Thursday. As for me, I got quite a bit of my homework done the night before during the hour that Tom was sleeping. And, greatest of all, I had the house to myself!

The weather was still unusually warm for this time of year, and I walked around the house in white panties and a white, strapless bra. I had not woken until around 11 o'clock. I had gotten right to work on my homework. After about an hour of that, I went into the kitchen to make myself lunch, or, what was for me, my breakfast. I fixed myself some Eggo waffles and poured myself a great big glass of chocolate milk. As I was eating, I thought. I missed Jim terribly. We had not had sex, or even seen each other, for six days.

From where I was sitting in my seat at the dining room table, I could see the front door. Our front door is made of glass with a transparent drape over it. I saw a large figure running towards it. I dropped my fork on the plate. I was almost a little bit scared. The figure knocked on the door once, frantically. I ran to it, thinking it was an emergency. I opened it. It was Jim!

"Jim!" I squealed and hugged him. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working."

"Baby," he said, breathlessly kissing me, "I am. I'm on my lunch break. Are you ready? God, you look so good." He began to undo my bra from the back.

"Oh yes, Jim, I'm ready. Come on," I took his hand and lead him up to my bedroom. 

It was the first time he had been in my room. He had to take the time to look at it. "It's so pretty, like are you, Baby. Come to Daddy," he said, tackling me and pinning me on the bed. I giggled and squealed, eagerly lifting my butt up so he could pull my panties off. I began to undress him quickly, pulling his shirt out of his pants and pulling his clothes off, both of us in a hurry because of the time limit and because of our pent up sexual desire. 

I spread my legs and started to finger myself while he started to beat his cock. It was a little habit we did at times, quickly getting ourselves ready for each other. "Come on!" I shrieked and grabbed him. 

He teased my pussy with the head of his cock as much as he could, but he couldn't wait any longer. He sunk himself into me and groaned.

"Oh God, this is heaven. I'm so deep inside you, Sweetheart."

"Ohh," I moaned. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little cocksucker."

"Damn. No wait, I have a better idea," he said, pulling out. "Get on your hands and knees, Kitten."

I did as he said with no question or hesitance. With my ass facing him, I knew he was really going to go to town with me. I reached my hand back between my legs, fingering my pussy. I knew the glistening littleness of my slit, and of me masturbating myself would drive him crazy.

"Move your hand, Kitten." I did so, and he sunk into my pussy from behind me. I was wide open for him and it was easy for him to sink in deeply. "Oh God," he moaned. "I can't take this much longer."

He grabbed my small hips and started pounding himself into me. Every time he banged into me, I let out a loud, short moan.

"Fuck me Daddy," I moaned. "Yes, yes, just like that. I love your big, strong cock in me, banging me."

"Oh, do you Baby? Oh Daddy loves your sweet little slit. God!"

It did not take him long to cum at all. I came shortly after he did, and we fell together on the bed, giggling, out of breath.

After a few minutes, I asked him something. "How'd you know I was the only one home?"

He looked up at me from resting on my breast. "I didn't, but I figured I'd take the chance. I really needed you bad, Baby. All day I've been like this, thinking of you. I've been so horny, not being able to fuck you, Sweetheart."

"Oh, I've been going crazy too," I assured him. "Jim," I paused. "My parents are interested in meeting you. My Mom is cooking her famous pot roast on Friday night. Would you like to come over and have dinner with us?"

He looked up to me again and grabbed my cheek, pulling my face toward him, kissing me. "Of course, Baby. I would love to meet your family."

In the air, we could both sense each other's worry. While my Mom had become used to the idea of my dating an older man, my father couldn't stand it. It would be a tough evening, but Jim was strong, both physically and emotionally. He also would not put up with any crap my father might dish out. This is a trait my father found attractive in people. My Dad dished out a lot of bull to challenge people - and those people who could defy him would usually be accepted by him. 

"Well," he said, looking at his watch. "I better get going. All this workload will last but a few days more."

He dressed before me. I liked watching him dress. He had a tall, strong body, with a very hairy chest. I just loved his body. I liked watching him undress, better, though. I stood up and slipped my panties and bra on. 

"I'm glad you won't have to work as much," I said to him, hooking my arm in his. "I'll walk you downstairs."

"Like that!" he exclaimed, smiling, looking down at me in my underwear.

"Only to the door," I giggled.

"I wish I could stay over the rest of the day, Baby," he said when we got to the door.

I smiled. "Me too."

"Goodbye, Princess."

"Bye," I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

"Damn, you're making it hard to leave!" he laughed. He kissed me and went down the steps. I closed the door behind me.

That was damn good sex. Jim was always so good to me. I went to the kitchen and cleaned up my plate and my glass and did the few dishes that were in the sink. I then went up to my bedroom and heard voices outside, as my window was open. My window had been open during the sex? Jesus! I hid behind the curtain and looked out. Jim was talking with Ernie. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was a rare sight, seeing such two attractive man standing side by side. Jim then shook Ernie's hand and got back into his car to go back to work.

I was absolutely gleeful that Jim and I had had the opportunity to screw. It was quick - the quickest sex ever - but I was all the more willing to put out for him, whatever the circumstance. 

Friday night came around slowly. I helped Mom make the dinner and I put on a tight, white dress. My Dad eyed my outfit suspiciously, but didn't say anything. I was helping setting the table when there was a knock at the door.

"You guys, he's here! Come on!" I said, pulling them into the living room with me. 

"I've already met him," said Pauline. 

"I wasn't talking to you," I snapped. "So shut it."

"Katie," my Mom warned.

I opened the door. Jim looked absolutely beautiful. He had on black slacks and a white-button up shirt with a tie. He held something in his hands. I invited him inside. 

"Everybody this is Jim. Jim this is my father Warren, my Mom Lisa, and my little sister Pauline."

"It's nice to meet all of you," he said, shaking their hands. "I remember you from the basketball court!" he said playfully to Pauline.

Pauline stood with arms folded across her chest, defiantly. "I remember you, too," she said coolly.

"Pauline," I suggested to her. "It's not nice to be a total pig to a guest."

Jim looked around. I could tell he was nervous, but he held himself well. "Uh, Mrs. Gallagher," he said, speaking to my mother. "This is for you. Well, for the family dinner," he said, presenting to her what looked to be an apple pie.

My mother was always a gracious lady with class. "Thank you very much, Jim," she said kindly. My Dad looked at her with betrayal. 

I looked at my watch. To ease the tension I spoke. "How about we all go to the dining room? The supper is almost done."

We all agreed to that with a sigh of relief.

"It looks like you baked this pie yourself, Jim," my mother replied sweetly.

"Well, that's true, Ma'am," he said. "I baked it today."

Jim took a seat at the table. I sat next to him. "I didn't know you could bake," I said to him smiling.

"Yes, I certainly can. By the way, I forgot to say hello to you," he said, kissing me on the cheek. 

This was all very tame, in my opinion. It is an unspoken rule not to be too suggestive in front of the parents, and I thought we were doing well. But my father gave him a dirty look after the kiss. 

Jim was a perfect gentleman. When it was time to set the table, he helped my mother bring the food out and the drinks. Already my Mom and Jim seemed to have struck up a good rapport. Pauline was defiant - but she was defiant anyway. My father was in complete disgust at this nice, young man. In fact, my Dad had hardly said two words since he walked in.

Once we all sat around the table, the conversation between myself, my Mom and Jim flowed easily. Pauline was hunched over her plate, depressed over this unwelcome intrusion into her Friday night plans (yeah, like she had anything to do anyway.) My father just ate quietly. There was a slight lull in the conversation.

"So," my father spoke up abruptly. "You couldn't find someone your own age, Jim?"

Jim looked up at him from his plate. "It's hard to find someone of any age, sir."

"I bet you two look a little peculiar when you go out."

Sitting beside Jim, I could see his cheeks were turning red. I could tell he was growing angry.

"Warren," my mother scolded him. "There's no need to be rude."

"True," my Dad said, "but there's also no need for lecherous behavior, either."

Jim looked at him, gritting his teeth within his mouth. "Warren," he said with a strong voice. "I can say with great ease that I treat your daughter with more respect than you're treating me. And she respects me, too. Something she didn't learn from you." 

My Dad put his fork down on his plate. The clatter of it was loud in the otherwise silent room.

"Dad," I said to him. "Why can't you have an open-mind? You are 12 years older than Mom. Who are you to judge?"

"Oh, I suppose it's gang-up-on-the-old-man day!" he stood up, yelling.

I stood up too. "The only one who is being ganged up on is Jim! Don't make yourself the victim!" I snapped at him, then sat back down. 

My father walked away, angrily, and went out the backdoor. He was like me, a seldom smoker, and I knew he was going out for a smoke. There was an awkward silence in the room. I looked at Jim. I knew he was frustrated, but I didn't know what to say. I held his hand. 

"I'm sorry," I said to him.

"It's okay," he said gently.

"Would you like some more biscuits, Jim?" my mother asked him kindly.

"Yes, thank you, Ma'am." He took the basket she offered him and took out a biscuit and set it on his plate. He thought for a moment. "I'm going to go talk to Warren," he said to no one in particular and got up and went out the backdoor. I could hear their quiet voices talking, but not making out what they were saying. 

Pauline asked if she could go to a friend's house. My mother agreed that she could and she left. My Mom and I sat there in silence, eating our food. We made small talk about school and such, and her work as a nurse at the hospital. But both of us were curious as to what the two men were talking about out there.

"They've been out there quite a while," my Mom observed.

"Yeah," I said. "What could they be talking about?"

"You know your father, he can delve into just about any topic with anyone. By the way, darling," she said, reaching for my hand. "I think Jim is just wonderful. Just as long as your happy, that's all that matters."

"I am, Mom. He makes me very happy."

At that point Jim and my Dad came in laughing, my Dad slapping him on the back. They sat back down at the table and resumed their eating that had probably gotten cold by this time. 

"Where's Pauline?" my Dad asked. My mom explained she had gone to a friend's house.

"You know, Lisa," my Dad said, addressing my Mom. "Jim works in retail, he's the manager. And guess who he just hired as his assistant manager?"

"Who?" my Mom asked. I was curious to hear the answer myself.

"Banjo-eyes-Bernie."

My Mom and I both squealed with delight and laughter. We remarked on what a coincidence it was. "Banjo-eyes-Bernie" was my Mom's ex-fiancé - a man who she had dated before she met my father. The engagement obviously had been broken, but the two of them had remained in contact over the years and he was a friend of the family's. It was a peculiar situation, one we referred to as "platonic-kinky".

Between the four of us, we had a great evening together. We laughed and talked and when my parents questioned Jim, they didn't do so in a harsh way. They simply were curious about this young man. My Dad was gracious and grateful to Jim for hiring Bernie, and, actually getting to know him, I think he liked him - though it would be difficult for him to admit it. 

The evening started to wind down around 10 p.m. My parents and I walked Jim out to the porch. I clung to Jim's arm while we talked.

"You're not as bad as I thought you were going to be!" my Dad exclaimed, laughing, slapping Jim on the back.

Jim laughed and the laughter died down. "Well," he said, "it's been a pleasure meeting all of you, I hope to see you again."

"It's been wonderful," my Mom said. "Please consider this your second home, Jim, honestly, drop by anytime."

"Thank you," he said. "Nice meeting you, Warren, you old man" he said, shaking his hand. My Dad laughed. 

"And Mrs. Gallagher," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "You've been wonderful."

I shoved Jim playfully at his phoniness. He laughed. My parents said goodbye to him and went in the house. I walked Jim to his car.

"It went so well. You did so good, Jim." I was attracted to the strength he showed in the wrath of my father.

"Thank you, Kitten," he said stopping at his car. He was leaning back against it and holding me, whispering in my ear. "I wish I could spend the night with you."

"I wish you could too," I whispered to him. 

"What are your plans for tomorrow night, Baby?" he asked me.

"I have to babysit," I told him.

"What time does the kid go to bed?" he said, kissing my cheek and my neck.

I giggled. "Friday and Saturday nights, usually around 9:30."

"I'll stop by then," he said.

"Are you serious?" I giggled. 

"Of course." He kissed me on the mouth. "Good night, Sweetheart."

"Good night, Jim."

He got into his car and I waved to him as he drove off. He waved out the window at me. Feeling unusually good, I went back in the house and helped my Dad with the dishes. Mom had already gone to bed. Dad and I said very little. We remarked on the food and how good it was. His silence was not an angry, it was just one of his silences.

After we were done cleaning up, we said good night. My father stood back and smiled. He playfully nudged my cheek with a gentle fist.

"You made a good choice, kiddo," he told me, and went on to bed.

I was pleased with his approval. I went to bed myself, looking forward to the following evening with Jim.

By the time the next evening had rolled around, Tom had been driving me crazy. He played with his toy cars, he colored in his coloring book, we watched cartoons and had hearty meals that Ernie had taught me how to cook. By the time 8:30 had rolled around, he had been completely exhausted and fell asleep in front of the television, sprawled out onto the floor. I gave him about a half-hour to kind of "dig deep" into his sleep so he wouldn't awake, and I carried him down the hall to his first-floor bedroom. In his limp, floppy limbs, I helped him into his pajamas and then tucked him in. Jim was to arrive at 9:30.




Keeping It Legal Ch. 03



With it pushing 9:15, I went into the bathroom and spritzed myself with a little perfume. That day I had foolishly worn mascara and lipstick, which, by this time, in Tom's play, had become a complete massacre on my face. I washed my face, reapplied my makeup, tucked my white t-shirt into my jeans and waited for Jim to arrive.

And he did.

He was always on time, and when he quietly rapped on the door, I opened it. I smiled brightly when I saw him.

"Hi Daddy."

"Hello Baby," he said to me.

I welcomed him inside. He held me when he came in and we sat on the couch to talk for a little bit. We talked more about how the night before had been such a success, all the while touching and fondling each other. He looked adorable with his jeans on and his striped shirt. We talked about each other's day and about Tom.

"I bet he was quite a handful," Jim said in a low voice, as not to wake him.

I nodded. "Yeah, but nothing I can't handle."

He began to kiss me on the neck. "I know you can handle quite a bit," he chuckled.

"I've learned that, getting to know you," I giggled. "Tom is asleep just down the hallway," I told him. "Let's go someplace more private."

I held his hand and lead him up the stairs to Ernie's bedroom. We giggled and whispered on our way up. I mentioned that Ernie was not due back till around midnight or 1 o'clock and that we had some time to spare.

As much as I love to feel a man take power, I wanted to be the one to seduce him that night, to ride him so hard, to serve him. He mentioned his body was sore - he had been rebuilding and painting his porch - and I wanted nothing more than to please him.

Once we went into Ernie's bedroom, we shut the door and started kissing. It was a nice enough room, disorganized, but nice - and what did we really need besides a bed? I gently pushed him toward the back of the bed and started to lay him down on his back. 

"I want to make love to you, tonight," I told him.

He groaned.

I started to unbutton his shirt, and he sat up so I could slip it off of him. I slowly, seductively, pulled off his shoes and socks, and I ran my fingers down his chest to the button on his jeans. I stopped and hooked my fingers in his belt loops to tease him.

He groaned again. "Oh man, Baby, please don't tease me. My cock has got to get out of these pants - it's hurting!"

We laughed softly and I undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers in one very slow motion. He lifted his butt up so I could do so. His butt had always been so cute, small and flat. I guess he didn't have too much of an ass, but I would've disliked it if it had been as round or as perky as mine.

Now with him naked, his cock standing at full length, I got off the bed and started to undress myself, giving - an admittedly - inexperienced, teenage, strip-tease. I pulled off my jeans and top and when I undid my bra and pulled off my panties, he moaned at my body.

"I want you to fuck me, Kitten. I want you to fuck your Daddy." He said, reaching out to me. 

In all of our sex sessions it had been only a few times I had rode his cock, just simply because I loved him to be in power over me. But tonight I wanted power. My pussy was just dripping wet, my nipples were poking out. His cock was slimy and ready for little slit and I mounted him. I took his cock and he laid his hand over mine and we, in a very romantic gesture, slid his cock into me. I sat down on it completely to get used to it's hugeness and then I began to ride him, slowly at first, then faster. My little body rode him with such fierceness, and I as I rode him, my tits were bouncing. I talked dirty to him.

"Oh God, you're little baby loves to ride you, Daddy. Did you know that?"

"Fuck," he moaned. "I know. Oh Baby, you take a cock like such a good girl. God, but what you're doing now...you're Daddy's little slut."

I whimpered at his dirty, demeaning words. I wanted to be his slut. "You know I'm your little cock-sucker, you're little whore."

"Mmm, yes, my sweet little whore."

I rode his cock faster and faster. The promise we made to each other not be loud had gone right out the window. We made vulgar, loud sounds. There was whimpering and moaning and sighing, and what I loved most of all was the way he smack my behind as I so dutifully rode him like a good little slut. I loved the sound of smacking skin. But what's more, I was riding him with such force that the back of the headboard was actually banging into the wall. The mattress was squeaking. This fucking was perhaps maybe the best of my life.

His big cock spurted stream after stream into my willing, pink slit, and my slit responded with three orgasms. He was spent. I got off of him, but I was still hungry for his delicious cock. Though it was just half-hard now, I folded my legs underneath my butt, and put my mouth of him. It was heavenly. I tasted my juice and I tasted his beautiful, creamy cum. With just as much vigor as I had rode his cock, I started to suck him, hoping to make him harder.

A sound was to the left of me. With Jim's cock in my mouth, my eyes moved over to the sound. Ernie had just opened the door and was standing there. I sat up and covered myself with the blanket and Jim, just having become aware, did the same.

*Stay tuned for Chapter 4 - same time, same channel!*



Keeping It Legal Ch. 04



Jim and I sat up in bed with the sheets covering us, embarrassed. I was embarrassed and I was also worried about losing my job.

"Ernie, I -" I tried to explain.

"Never mind," he said. "The two of you just get dressed and come downstairs. Katie, I want to talk to you when you get yourself proper."

Ernie shut the door behind him and allowed us some privacy to get dressed. Jim and I were both very awkward when we were getting dressed. We did so hurriedly and went down the stairs where Ernie was waiting on the couch. I sat across from him in one chair and Jim in the other chair. 

"Katie, I hired you because I thought I could depend on you," Ernie spoke disappointedly. "I have no other choice but to fire you." His words stung in my ears.

"Jim, I have nothing really to say to you. You're an adult and you should've known better than to do it in my house while - I might add - Katie was supposed to be watching my son." He looked at both of us. "I want both of you to get out. Now."

We did as he said. Jim went to his car and drove on home and I walked on home next door. Luckily, when I got home, everyone was asleep and so I went to bed, depressed. The sex Jim and I had was extraordinary. Also, with the attraction and the respect I had for Ernie, I knew I had let him down. I knew he was right to fire me.

The next several days went by kind of roughly. I had to face my parents and tell them exactly why I had been fired. I saw Jim several times, but he felt guilty about my losing my job. I assured him it wasn't just him - it was me as well. We were both at fault. I should've known better. We were both down in the dumps. I had acted irresponsibly and was sad to lose not only my job, but my friendship with Ernie. 

The week that followed was about the same. Shades of grey. But I got a call on a Thursday evening from Ernie. He said that he was sorry about the way things had turned out. I said the same. And I also said that I hoped we could still be friends. He agreed that we could be. Love thy neighbor.

So, about two weeks after the incident, Jim instructed me that the past was the past and that we were to hold our heads up high! We had made mistakes, yes, but, as he put it, "just because we're perverts, doesn't mean we're not human beings." I had to laugh at this remark. So, on Saturday night we went out to a fancy, Italian restaurant. He wanted to lift my spirits, I could tell.

It was a busy night and the only booth that had opened up was one of those big, horseshoe-shaped booths. I cuddled up to Jim, hanging onto his arm. He kissed me on the head. We talked about that embarrassing night.

"Well, one good thing I heard recently, though," I told him. "Ernie called me and all is forgiven. He still considers me a friend, he said, but says I just can't work for him anymore. But I'm glad we got back to a good place in our friendship."

The waitress came by and took our orders. We ordered and Jim and I continued our discussion.

"I'm glad you two are getting along so well, Baby." He paused. "You know, Kate, while the three of us were all sitting in his living room, I couldn't help but see that he had something for you. An attraction."

I was excited at his observation. Ernie was so very handsome. I was casual about it. "Oh I'm sure it was nothing," I said to him, reassuring him. 

Life can work in funny ways sometimes. A man at the bar had just gotten off of his stool and was walking in our direction. It was Ernie! He stopped when he noticed us. With his shy, gentle nature, I thought he would be embarrassed to run into us, but he was not. He smiled at us.

"Hi Katie, Hi Jim."

We smiled and said hello.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Well, I had a date, but she stood me up. The story of my life," he laughed.

"Have you had anything to eat yet?" Jim asked him.

"No, but I'm starving."

I smiled. "Well, why don't you join us, Ernie?"

Ernie agreed to join us at the table. Jim, surprisingly, had no problem with Ernie joining us on our date. Jim seemed in a good mood, as did Ernie. As for me, I was not in a good mood. I was in a heavenly mood. I was wearing the tightest, shortest, glittering, most low-cut dress I owned and to my right was my handsome boyfriend Jim, and to my left was my very gentlemanly, but very sexy neighbor, Ernie.

Ernie ordered and we all had a barrel of laughs, poking fun at each other at the little incident that had occurred. Ernie playfully scolded us for "diddling" at a place of work. And Jim rested his hand on my thigh.

"Can you really blame me?" Jim asked. "Look at her."

By this time the food had been brought to our table and we had been eating now and then, but what I noticed most of all is that, while Jim was already very close to me, Ernie was starting to move close to me as well. We each had had a little wine, and while we were nowhere near drunk, we were more easygoing than we normally may have been. 

Ernie inhaled sharply. "No, I can't blame you, Jim. She's a very fine lady."

"Now boys, boys," I giggled. "Control yourselves," I said, putting each hand on one of their thighs.

"Ooh," Jim groaned and laughed. "You two are getting a little friendly, huh?"

Jim turned my face to him and kissed him. 

"She's such a good kisser," Jim said, after our kiss had ended.

"Mind if I try her out?" Ernie asked.

I was surprised, but not too surprised. I could feel the lust in the air between the three of us. Jim gave his quick okay on the question, and Ernie held my face and then kissed on my lips. 

"Ooh, you're good, Ernie," I teased.

"Can I have some more?" Ernie asked me.

I nodded. He kissed my lips more passionately this time. Underneath the table, my hand slithered up to his crotch and I could feel a big, meaty cock that was so hard and aroused. I began to stroke him and he let out a sigh when our kiss ended and my hand slipped out from under the table. Ernie grabbed me again and started to kiss me, a moan wrapped into it. At the same time I felt Jim kissing me on my neck, his hand sliding up my dress. God, I wanted both these men so bad. With my hand now on Jim's crotch, I could tell both of them wanted me. We were all in heat. 

We separated ourselves momentarily when I noticed the waitress coming over. She asked us if we needed anything else. We told her no, that we did not. She gave us a strange look. I knew we had been caught and made a daring suggestion. I put each hand on each of the man's cocks and rubbed them expertly, seductively.

"How about," I whispered to them "would you all like to get together? In a private place."

They could not refuse with my stroking their cocks so nicely. Jim agreed we should go to his place since he lived alone. We took Jim's car on the way.

"Damn," Ernie said. "I'm so damn hard."

"God, me too," said Jim. "Wait till you bang her, Ernie, she's a wonderful lay."

I laughed. "I'm so glad you two boys are so into me. Ernie, baby," I said to him, straining my neck to look back at him in the back seat. "I'd so love for you to lay yourself into me."

He looked at my face and then down the top of my dress. "Fuck. God Jim, your baby here has a nice pair of tits."

"She's not only my baby, she's my baby girl."

"Oohh," Ernie said. 

"Yes," I agreed. "I'm his little girl."

Jim reached over and slipped his hand up my dress. I was wearing tiny panties and he started to rub me and masturbate me. The two men watched as I spread my legs and shut my eyes, my mouth sighing out in ecstasy. 

But this came to an end when we pulled up to Jim's house. A giggly horny threesome, we made our way into his house. I had the perfect idea.

In Jim's living room, he doesn't have an "on/off" switch for the light, but he has a dial for it, to set the light to the right tone. I set it down low on a sensual tone and eased both of the boys back onto the couch. I stood before both of them and very slowly, to music in my head, I started to strip for them, stopping only to go over and kiss one of them, or to rub their cocks.

They howled and whistled and clapped while I put on my little show. I loved the way the men could be so rowdy and horny over a girl. I had smoothly pulled the dress off and so I was only in my heels, panties and a bra. The heels I kicked off. My body had become drenched in my sweat and the tight, curled hairdo I had had earlier had become undone with both the sweat and my constant stroking of my hair, both from my own hands and from the men. My hair fell into loose curls around my shoulders, and I slipped out of my bra very seductively.

"Oh my God," Ernie said. 

It was a surprise to me (though I tried not to show it), when he pulled down his pants and shorts and started beating off to my image.

"Damn, you got nice tits, Kitten!" Jim howled out.

I snickered playfully and continued to dance, swaying my hips, moving my butt in slow circles. I was completely aroused by both men, but especially by Ernie who had such a large cock and was stroking it and beating off for me.

I hooked my fingers in the waist of my panties. They were both urging me to take them off. I loved their testosterone. Jim stood up and started to caress me. I pushed him back on the couch gently.

"You can't touch," I told him.

Jim then, out of frustration, followed Ernie's example and started to jack off in front of me. It was delicious. I pulled down my panties quite sexily and I exposed my bare, slippery pussy. Both men groaned erotically. I looked at both of their cocks hungrily, licking my lips.

"I think she wants what we got," said Ernie.

"Mm hmm," agreed Jim. "She can be very slutty."

I couldn't take my own horniness much longer. I lied down in front of them and spread my legs. I started to finger my wet little pussy. They groaned and cursed and I didn't fight them when they got up from their seats. Ernie went over to turn the lights on completely and the two men undressed. In the light, I could see their bodies were covered with sheens of sweat and their large cocks were standing in arousal. Jim's hair was wet and Ernie's had become disheveled.

Jim started to get between my legs, but Ernie pushed him aside. "I want some of that cunt. You got to fuck her plenty."

I spread my legs to Ernie. He was so sexy, so handsome the way his short, dark hair was hanging in his face. He was panting and he pushed his big, wonderful cock into me. It was so heavenly. Without mercy and without patience, he started to fuck me. My tits were bouncing and I was moaning.

"Oh fuck, Katie," he said. "Damn, you have the sweetest, tightest pussy."

"I know, isn't it great?" Jim said. "The tightest fuck you'll ever get."

"Ooh, fuck me, Ernie," I told him. 

I noticed Jim was standing beside us, jerking off his cock. I looked at him and opened my mouth.

"Oh my God," Jim said. "Are you ready to take two cocks, my little Princess?"

"Oh yes, Daddy. Slip it in my mouth."

Ernie groaned. "What a little slut. I love sluts, I wish I had one."

Jim bent down next to me and slipped his cock in my mouth. It was quite a strain this way, so the three of us situated ourselves better. With much sexual frustration from the three us, I now was on my hands and knees, and Ernie was fucking my cunt from behind, his hands on my hips, using me to my body's fullest ability. Jim, now in a better position, starting fucking my face.

"Do you like being fuck with two dicks, little Katie?" Ernie asked me.

"Mmm," I moaned affirmatively around Jim's cock.

I loved it. I was being banged in my pussy and in my mouth. I pushed my hand back to my clit and started to rub it. Ernie noticed immediately and moaned. I was on the verge of cumming, sooner than I had ever expected. My pussy came once and then again and again.

"Oh God!" Ernie said. "She just came three times. I could feel her."

"Mmm, I'm so glad you came, Princess," Jim told me. "But us fellas still have to cum. Roll over on your back, Baby."

I did as Jim told me and I rolled over on my back, lying on the floor. With their minds working the same way, the two men put their cocks close to my face. I grabbed hold of both of them and I sucked one, then the other, then the first one again, and then the second one again, over and over. I couldn't get enough of both cocks. 

Not being able to blow in a lying-down position, the man began to furiously jack off onto my face. They pulled and tugged on their cocks furiously, letting out moans and yells of ecstasy and frustration. I laid there like a whore, fingering my pussy, my mouth wide open, my tongue hanging out. 

Jim came first, his familiar, creamy load spurted onto my face. I lapped up as much as I could with my mouth, but my face was still very creamy. I just got a wonderful facial. Ernie tilted my head towards him, and like Jim, he beat off onto my face, depositing his wonderful, hot load onto me. I caught some in my mouth, but most landed on my face and in my hair like Jim's had done.

We were all officially spent. I had two loads of cum on me and had cum three times myself. The warmth of their goo made me feel good. I was all the more happy to be their little slut. 

We lied there on the floor for a while, tired, not really saying much. I hopped into Jim's shower, to wash all the cum off me and out of me. We were all pretty fatigued from our exertions. Ernie asked Jim if he could drive him back to the restaurant where his car was. I asked him the same thing. We all dressed and were prepared to present ourselves to the world again.

The three of us got into Jim's car. He put the key in the ignition and turned the key. It didn't work. He tried again. It didn't work. Several more times he tried and it didn't work. We were all getting worried. 

"I'm exhausted," Ernie complained.

"Well, the car's obviously not working," Jim said and got out of the car.

The three of us gave up and went back in the house. 

Jim smiled. "Hey, why don't you two sleep over here tonight?"

We were thrilled about the idea. First, Ernie called his home and asked his babsyitter if she could spend the night watching Tom. She agreed that she could. Second, I called my parents on the home phone, explaining that I wouldn't be home that night, that I would be home the next morning, as Jim's car had broken down and I could not get to my car. I told them they needn't come pick me up because I was staying the night with Jim. I left this message on the answering machine. They wouldn't like this, I knew, but there was nothing they could do to stop me.

The three of us, walking up the stairs, started shedding our clothing as we did so, laughing, but yawning quite a bit, too. The big, fluffy bed awaited us and in my bra and panties, and the men in their shorts, I got into the bed in the middle, pulling back the covers and getting comfortable. Ernie lied on my right side and Jim lied on my left side, and we cuddled together close, as the evenings had gotten chillier lately. Lying on my left side, I curled up against my beau, and my new sexual adventure, Ernie, curled up next to me, his hands around my waist. It was like we were on cloud nine, the three of us. We fell asleep quickly, all in each other's arms. Now this was the life.

*The End*