Daddy's strip search

CHAPTER SEVEN

That evening, Lo and Hum sat in front of the TV watching a game show. On the big color screen, they watched the fat blonde housewife pick the letters that spelled BL**D SW****ND****S on the glitzy display board. She spun the wheel and it stopped on $750. Then studio audience stomped and whistled.

"Can I have a T, Pat, please?"

"Yes, there are two T's for fifteen hundred dollars," the quiz master exulted. His pretty blonde assistant turned the blank panels that added two T's on the display board. The fat blonde housewife clapped her hands. The display board now read BL**D SW**T*ND T**RS.

"Blood, Sweat and Tears," Lo said. "Want some Fritos, Dad?"

She bounced from the loveseat and headed for the tiny kitchenette. Hum followed her with his eyes. She was wearing her cut-off jeans, beat up and fringey looking, and cut so short that the globes of her cute bottom were partially showing.

The seam in back cut deeply into her ass crack. She paused and pulled the jeans from between her pussy lips. The gesture was not lost on Hum. It caused his heart to swell in his breast and he had to catch his breath as he regarded his lovely little Lo with strong yearning.

"Make me a gin and tonic while you're up, honey."

"Okay."

The fat blonde housewife said, "I'll spin again, Pat." And she did, landing on the one-thousand dollar space. She jumped up and down. The studio audience hooted and shouted.

"Can I have an 'F', Pat, please?"

"Oh-h-h, I'm sorry. There's no 'F'. Bruce?"

"I'll spin, Pat," said the next contestant, a mousey-looking salesman of dental supplies. The wheel stopped on two hundred-fifty dollars.

"Can I have a 'G' Pat, please," said Bruce.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There's no 'G'. Denise?"

Bruce looked crestfallen. The host's blonde assistant snapped her fingers in an aw-shucks gesture.

Denise, the third contestant, leaned over the wheel and gave it a spin. The wheel stopped on "Lose a turn". Lo returned to the loveseat with a Coke, a gin and tonic, and a bag of Fritos.

"Anyone get it yet?"

"Nah."

"Sheee-e-ez."

"Yeah."

Lo plunked herself down on the loveseat. Hum took his gin and tonic and placed his other hand on the inside of Lo's thigh. He stroked her thigh from crotch to knee. Lo spread her thighs wider, an invitation to stroke her mound.

The play had returned to the fat blonde housewife.

"I'll spin, Pat." She landed on five-hundred dollars. She had a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Is there an 'R', Pat?"

"There is one 'R'," he said, as his ditsy assistant turned it over on the big display board. The board now read: BL**D SW**T*ND T**RS. A buzzer, buzzed.

"… and all the rest are vowels. Can you tell us – what is this famous title?" The blonde stared at the board with a blank look.

"Five seconds," the quizmaster warned. The buzzer buzzed again.

"Bruce, can you solve the puzzle?" Bruce looked blankly at the board. The buzzer buzzed again.

"Denise?" Denise stared at the board.

"I want to solve the puzzle, Pat," she said.

"Tell us. What is this phrase?" Denise swallowed hard. "Blood, Sweat and Tears," she said evenly. Pandemonium. Bells rang. The audience cheered. The quiz board lit up.

"Six thousand, five hundred dollars," the quizmaster cried. "Let's spend that in the game room."

Denise surveyed the prize display.

"Okay," she said. "For four thousand dollars, I'd like the Carnival Weekend in Philadelphia, Pat."

Hum squeezed Lo's thigh. She snuggled up to him.

"Like a carnival weekend in Philly, sweetheart?"

"I'm already having a carnival weekend in Pisky, Dad. Isn't that Cassie a blast? She's really super. Did you like doing it to her, you revolting beast? Her pussy looked really tight. I'm surprised you could get into her as easily as you did."

Lo reflected for a time on what she had seen during Cassie's initiation… the incredible size of Hum's cock… Cassie's excitement… the smell of her pussy… the outpouring of semen that seemed like it would never end… the sight of her finger penetrating Cassie's bottom hole.

Then she began thinking of an oversized T-shirt with bold graphic designs. A lot of the girls were wearing them and Lo had been positively lusting after one in her special favorite color – purple. When she broached the subject, Hum said "How much?" When she said thirty-eight dollars, he said no. She hadn't broached the subject again.

Tenacious Lo hadn't forgotten the T-shirt, however. It was foremost in her mind at the present moment. "Daddy?"

"Hm-m-m."

"Remember that kinky thing you wanted me to do for you last week and I said no?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, do you still want me to do it?"

"Of course. What's the matter? Did you change your mind?"

"I still think it's pretty kinky. I mean it is downright kinky, you chump."

"Lo, let's not get abusive about it. What is one person's kink is another person's salvation… or Nirvana… or paradise… or what have you. This is what life is all about. Variations. We'd be in an awfully dull state of affairs if we all saw exactly eye-to-eye on sex, on politics, on business, on art, on beauty, on every aspect of human experience. Don't knock variety."

"I know all that, for God's sake. You don't have to spout a lot of two-bit philosophy. I still say it's a little weird for you to want me to pee on your cock. I mean, I'm really hip to variety of sexual expression and all that but, if – I say, IF – I do it, that doesn't make you Mr. Wonderful in my eyes. I'm not going to do it and go WOW, isn't this great, look at Dad's wet cock."

"What ARE you driving at, Lo? You introduced the subject. Why? I suppose I'll find out in Lo's own good time. But wouldn't it be better for you to get to the point."

"The point is, I want that T-shirt I spoke to you about last week. If you buy it for me, I'll pee on your filthy, stiffened cock. How about it?"

"I seem to recall something about thirty-eight dollars. Right? Did I get the numbers straight in my head? I did? I thought I had. And I still think thirty eight bucks is pretty high for a lousy T-shirt."

"You know absolutely nothing about fashion, Hum. Wanna know something? There's a blank in your mind where style is concerned. You don't know anything about it. Zero. Nothing. Nada. And I'll tell you something else, Daddy dear. When you reach for me in the morning and expect me to spread my legs for you, it's going to be a rude awakening for Mr. Humbert. And don't you forget it. And don't go waving that big thing under my nose and expect any sympathy from me. And don't expect any action either. There ain't gonna be any."

Sulky Lo stuck out her lower lip. Hum took a deep breath and let out a sigh. He had to admit that there was a certain compelling logic to Lo's position. But most importantly, his brain sent a message to his cock. It began to tingle. He began thinking of Lo sitting on the john with her legs widespread. He could imagine the little tuft of blonde pubic hair… the pink slit with the lips opened… the inner lips a raw gash. It was one of his favorite fantasies.

"Well…" he began.

"You WILL," said boisterous Lo, dropping her sulk and bouncing on the loveseat.

"Oh Hum, you're so good to me." Hum shrugged.

The number thirty-eight popped into his mind. He shrugged again. Lo kissed him on the neck. She kissed his ear. She poked her tongue in his ear. A thrill surged through his cock.

"Okay," he said, "let's go to the bathroom."

She rose and stood in front of him between his widespread knees. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed the cheeks through her raunchy cut-offs. She smiled and thrust her pelvis forward at his face.

His hands went up under her fringey cut-offs and felt her ass cheeks through her panties. Then his hands went under the elastic of her panties and felt around her bare ass. He nuzzled her breasts through her striped top. His lips searched out her hardening nipples. They weren't hard to find. They jutted forward like a pair of jelly beans and he sucked them between his lips and nibbled at them lightly with his teeth.

Lo felt his excitement transferred to her. Again, he squeezed her ass cheeks and she felt them separate. Her ass hole stretched. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Wanna take off my shorts?"

"Uh-huh."

"Right here."

"Uh-huh."

Hum took his hands from her bare ass and unbuttoned the shorts. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Hum leaned forward and stuck his tongue in her navel. Then he nuzzled her crotch and kissed her mound. She thrust her mound forward. Through the cotton panties, he felt the scratchy, brillo-like texture of her little tuft of public hair. He moved his face from side to side, nuzzling her some more. He gave her ass a friendly pat.

"Let's go to the john," he said in a gruff voice slightly tinged by lust. Lo's panties fell to her ankles and she sat on the john seat and spread her legs. Hum knelt between them and dropped his pants and shorts. His cock sprang up and vibrated.

"Gee!" said Lo, with awe in her voice.

It was truly an impressive hard-on. Hum jacked on it a couple of times. He held it at the base and waggled it at her spread cunt lips. Lo swallowed hard and stared at it. The memory of that huge tool sawing in and out of Cassie's hot cunt was still with her. She spread her legs farther and leaned back against the toilet tank.

The lips of her cunt yawned at the throbbing cockhead. Her hardening clit poked from underneath its foreskin and seemed to strain toward him. Hum's hands went to her thighs and stroked them from knee to pussy.

Lo reached down and grasped his thick cock stalk between her thumb and forefinger. She touched him lightly and moved her digits back and forth along his stalk. Hum moaned. Lo's lips twisted into an odd smile. She had him by the balls literally and figuratively. She placed the bulbous cock head directly on her drippy little opening.

"Yeah… yeah," said Hum.

He happened to glance up and, from the corner of his eye, caught the scene reflected in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. He turned and looked at them. His pants and shorts had fallen to his knees and his ass was bared. Lo's long, slender ballerina legs spread wide for him. Her hand between his legs delicately holding the mighty shaft. It was a picture to have and cherish.

Hum's face was a mask of lust. He looked at Lo from under half-closed eyelids and his breathing became shallow.

"Can you pee," he huffed.

Lo's breathing was also shallow. She was starting to get worked up in spite of herself and she was losing a bit of her cool demeanor.

"I think so."

"Okay. Go ahead. Don't worry about wetting on my pants. Just let it go. Any time you're ready."

Lo concentrated. She strained. She bit her lower lip. Her brow wrinkled from the effort. Hum concentrated too. His eyes bugged at the moist, red slit and the tiny piss hole. He held his throbbing joint at the base. The skin along the shaft was pulled tight. His excitement was so great that he felt he would shoot a massive bolt of come onto Lo's cunt lips' with the first spurt from her piss hole. She touched his cock head and rolled it between her fingers.

"Come on… come on," Hum urged.

"I'm trying."

"Try harder."

"I thought I had to go but now I don't know."

"For chrissake, Lo."

"I'm trying, Daddy. I really am."

She bit harder on her lower lip. "Oh-h-h-h," she sighed.

"Try to relax."

"I am. I think. I'm just too nervous."

Hum was anything but relaxed. His tension grew. He was in a state of intense excitement. He felt that his orgasm would boil out of his cock at any second. Lo looked down. She strained again. She saw a drop of milky liquid form at the tip of Hum's cock. She lightly pulled at the shaft. The drop grew larger and dropped from his piss slit into the toilet bowl.

"Try thinking thirty-eight dollar T-shirt."

"Don't speak… don't speak. You'll spoil my concentration."

Hum reached over to the wash bowl next to the commode and turned on the cold water tap. The sound of running water reached Lo's ears. She closed her eyes. A tiny spurt of piss came out of her little hole and landed on Hum's cock.

Not more than a tablespoon full. Hum gasped. He felt ready to come. Lo's face was wreathed in a big smile. Her eyes were still closed but her floodgates opened and the piss gushed out all over Hum's cock, his balls, his thighs, his shorts and trousers.

Hum reached his summit. With aloud cry from Hum, the cock belched forth hot strings of come allover Lo's stomach, her pubic mound and her thighs. She looked down with wonder in her eyes and a big smile on her face. She wrapped her fingers around Hum's joint and jacked on it until it stopped erupting.

"Way to go, Dad, way to go. That was beautiful."

Hum's face was a perfect picture of relaxed joy. He couldn't help smiling himself. He couldn't remember when he'd felt such total release. He stood and gave his shrinking cock a couple of shakes. Lo, still seated, leaned forward and sucked his limp member into her mouth. As she rolled it around on her tongue, she thought of whether she would rather have the purple T-shirt or blue. Maybe orange?

Hum's drooling cock slipped from her mouth.

"Do you like me better in purple or blue," asked style-conscious Lo.

"Huh," said tired old Hum, stripping off his piss-drenched shorts and trousers.

"Never mind," said Lo. "Would you like me to freshen up your gin and tonic?"