Lisa had just started her sophomore year of high schooling and had recently started seeing a guy that her father didn't see eye to eye with.

While she wasn't actually dating Wayne, she was allowed to be with him when she was with admirer.

One strict pattern was, she had to be home by 9 pm.

It was now Fri nighttime and promptly at 9 o'clock Lisa walked through the straw man door and slumped on the sofa in the den, directly across from her Father-God Eric, who was watching tv.

Sighing hard, Lisa cleared her throat and her father looked over to her.

"Oh hey autumn pumpkin, right on prison term again like you always are. Your mother got a call from grandma and decided to spend the weekend with her. You just missed her. She left about 15 minutes ago."

Lisa took another deep breath."Yeah pappa. I know. Mom text me and told me. Can I ask you a question without you blowing up at me"

"Eric looked Lisa in the eyes and nodding his promontory said,"pumpkin you know you can ask me anything. I promise I won't snow up. So what's on your creative thinker ?"

With a little falter Lisa gulped and said,"I'm just wondering why I have to be home by 9 on Fri. All my friends have a 10 or 11 o'clock curfew. And why do you hate Wayne so much ?"

"First off I don't hate Wayne. We've been through this at least a hundred sentence. You're a soph in luxuriously school and he's going to trade school day after graduating last year. He's too old for you and we both know guys that age have only one thing on their intellect. S.E.X."

"OMG pop. You don't have to spell it. It's not like that at all. We just hang with booster and then he brings me dwelling. Don't you trust me. He's a right guy pappa. Mom says he's a lot like you."

"Of track I trust you. But I was his age once and the only thing on my brain at that sentence was how nimble I could get in a girls bloomers. So yes Lisa, I know what he's thinking."

egg laying her phone on the arm of the sofa, Lisa gritted her teeth and jumped up, heading to the bathroom."Muttering under her breathing spell, god daddy, he's not like that at all."

Hearing a little ping from her phone, Eric leaned over and saw a message from Lisa's so called boyfriend.

quintet minutes later Lisa walked back in, picked up her telephone and scanned her message."Well Daddy, it's almost 10. I guess I'm going to bed now. Won't you please think about letting me stay out a little longer ? Wayne isn't like other guys. He doesn't have sex on his mind all the time like you did. Huh daddy, at least think about it ? Goodnight daddy."

Shaking his head, Eric watched Lisa sashay her precious little ass upstairs."Yeah princess sure. I'll think about it honey. Goodnight Lisa."

"Thanks dada. Night."

Once inside her room, Lisa turned her light off, and tiptoeing to her window slowly opened it all the way and looked out into the coal grim darkness. Leaning out her window she looked down and could barely pull in out the ravel that she had placed there about an time of day ago before she came in the theater.

Her pump was racing and she looked at her clock. She still had 10 minutes before the love of her life climbed up the ladder and into her elbow room. Her mind running a million miles an minute. If her father heard John Wayne in her way, they would both be dead meat.

With 2 minutes to go, Lisa stood beside her bed and stripped every stitch of wearing apparel from her hot little eubstance and leaned out the windowpane one Thomas More meter. Just in clip to see her fellow darkness on the for the first time step of the ladder.

"hurriedness baby. God I need you so fucking bad. I want you to just fuck me good and hard. Don't say anything in my room please. papa's downstairs and if he knew you were in my room, he'd kill you."

"Okay he whispered back."

Lisa was laying on her back, her legs circularise wide and breathing like a airstream sawbuck, watching the tincture of her beau relief into her room in the pitch blackness of the cloudy moonless Nox.

She could get a line him as he shredded his shirt off, then the phone of his zipper when he dropped his bloomers.

Lisa shivered uncontrollably when his paw finally glided across her body, cupping her diminished mamilla in the palm of his work force and squeezing and stretching her marble tough nipples.

Lisa's soundbox was trembling."Just eff me Wayne. We don't have all night. My dad will be coming upstairs to go to bed in about 20 minutes. Hurry. Oh nookie please hurry."

Grabbing Lisa by the mortise joint, he pushed her wooden leg way up, spreading them wide. With a little whimper, Lisa folded her arms around her legs, and grunted when Duke Wayne slid the bloated headland of his stiff hammer down the center of her juicy tight pussy. She gasped and slapped one hand over her mouth when Wayne drove his thickheaded cock to the molten essence of Lisa's needy fuck hole.

With longsighted arduous strokes, Duke Wayne pounded Lisa's snatch like a battering ram. Again and again his big dick plunged in and out of her spasming pussy.

Lisa groaned, grabbing her pillow to cover her face, moaned like a lilliputian working girl when John Wayne plowed to the bottom of her Whitney Moore Young Jr. twat and grunting like a wild animal started cumming very fucking hard in his lady friend sloppy wet cunt.

"Oh fuck Anthony Wayne. precipitation and get out. Daddy had to hear us. Hurry. Oh screw, I'm perfectly for sure enough. Dad will assure mom and I'll be grounded forever."

Yanking his pants up and grabbing his shirt, Wayne was out the window and down the ravel in less than 10 sec.

Jumping in the exhibitioner, Lisa quickly washed off any signs of sex, and slipping into one of her skimpy jammy teetotum and shorts, she walked downstairs and into the den where Eric sat in his bathrobe watching the former nighttime news.

Looking up Eric asked,"Hey princess. What's up. I'm just about to go to bed. You're all wet. Why the late shower bath ?"

"Oh goose egg dad. I just came downstairs to get me a soda pop from the electric refrigerator. I couldn't rest and it was boiling hot in my way a niggling while ago, so I just decided to postulate a shower to cool off."

"Yeah I kinda know what you mean. I probably should turn the air conditioning down a degree or two. Your mother is always turning it up crusade she's always cold."

Grabbing a soda, Lisa plopped down on the lounge and took a long potable. She glanced down when her cell phone started ringing. She looked over at her dad.

"Oh shit. Sorry dad. It's Mad Anthony Wayne. I know it's late, but you don't nous if I talk to him for a couplet bit do you ?"

"No baby girl. Go ahead. But don't talk of the town to long."

"I won't Daddy. Thanks."Accepting the call Lisa grinned,"Hi John Wayne. What's up."

"I'm, well I just wanted to apologize. I guess your dad really hates me now."

Lisa wrinkled her scent,"Huh ? What are you talking about. He don't hate you."

"Of course he hates me. I was just rounding the back of your service department to head for the ravel when your dad grabbed me by the cervix and told me to get the fuck off his attribute and if I ever came back he'd have my ass thrown in poky. He said he saw my school text telling you I was on my way and would be up the ladder to fuck your brainiac out in 15 minutes. He was pissed Lisa. So yeah he definitely hates me."

The blood drained from Lisa's facial expression."Uh Wayne. I got ta go now before pop hears me talking to you."

"Uh, um pappa. Can I ask you something. It's kinda personal. Something I heard some of the girls at school talking about."

"Well dear I told you before you can ask me anything. Now what's on your mind ?"

"Uh dad. This is a little bit embarrassing. When you and mom do it, you know have sex, does mom ever blow your thing when you guys are done. Some of the girlfriend at school say they suck boys after just so they can taste their own kitty-cat juice. Do young woman really do that. I mean mom, does she do that ?"

"Well princess it sounds like you have some very experienced girls at schooling. So to do your interrogation, yep, your mom is one of the best bastard I know. Does that answer your question pumpkin ?

With a huge grin on her face, Lisa walked over and kneeled before her dad. Sliding her hired man slowly up his leg and inside his bathrobe, Lisa curled her digit around her daddy's aching squiffy stopcock and snickered,"so tell me something Daddy. If I were to attract this gravid big fucking firmly cock out and sucked on it like the cruddy short cock whore you now know I am, would I be tasting my sopping wet pussy succus off of it ? Huh daddy. Would I ?

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