A Teenager’s Revenge Part 8

A TEENAGER’S REVENGE – PART 8 – MR. WILLIS

Kelly Willis nervously rang the doorbell of the house she had grown up in, a week after the orgy in the Delaney rec room. Her resilient body had recovered from its use and abuse at the hands of the five men who had fucked her so thoroughly, although she had been sore for the first few days.

It felt strange to her to be here, now that it was no longer her home. And she was nervous for another reason: this was to be the final act in the drama, the culmination of all of her plans. And even though she knew her step-father very well and could anticipate his reactions to a large extent, she also knew that he was volatile, quick to anger, and even violent at times.

As always, she had planned carefully. She was wearing a tiny little miniskirt that barely concealed her blue gingham bikini panties. Her top was the same gauzy, transparent one she had worn the first day at the Delaney’s house, the one that did nothing to conceal her braless breasts. She had put on a shirt on over it for her trip over to her old home, but had thrown it in the shrubbery before she rang the bell.

Gerald Willis answered the door in his bathrobe, having just taken a shower. He frowned when he saw her in the doorway. He had little use for Kelly, and absolutely no use for her mother. As he looked down at her revealing outfit, his frown deepened. The little slut! “Kelly…what are you doing here?”

“Hi daddy,” she said, unable to break the habit of calling him that. “Can I come in?”

“Kelly, this isn’t really a good time. I’ve got to leave in a while.”

“Oh, I won’t take too much of your time, daddy. I just wanted to ask you something.”

Gerald wrestled with himself for a moment, and finally relented. He had to admit, Kelly was some piece of eye-candy. “Oh, all right, but just for awhile. I’m really busy.”

He held the door for her and she walked past him in her platform sandles, her breasts quivering in the sheer top with each step she took. She sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair opposite her. Her legs were parted a little, providing him with a clear view of her panties, which were clinging tightly to her bare labia.

“Okay, so what’s so important?” said Gerald, forcing his gaze away from the cleft between her legs. He could feel his cock lengthening involuntarily against his thigh as blood pumped into it.

“Daddy…I just came to ask you if you could loan me some money. To buy some clothes. School is going to start, and I know mom can’t afford to buy me much. I don’t even want to ask her, and I know she’d never ask you. She’d kill me if she even knew I was here. I could pay you back out of my babysitting money.”

Gerald was shaking his head. “Kelly, you’re wasting your time. I wouldn’t give your mom a dime, and I’m not about to give you money so you can go buy some more of those skimpy outfits you wear.”

“But daddy, it’s what all the kids wear now,” she said, carelessly letting her slim legs part a little more.

Gerald fought with himself as he watched his stepdaughter, imagining his cock deep inside that luscious little snatch. How many times had she paraded herself around him like this, careless of her near-nakedness? How many times had he thought of her as he’d pumped his come into some bimbo he’d met on the road, imagining that he was flooding her tight, 13-year-old pussy. But he had never dared to do anything with her.

“You look like a slut, Kelly, like a little teenage cock-teasing whore. Is that what you want?”

Kelly glared at him. “Maybe it is!” she said angrily. “Maybe I DO want to look like a whore. Maybe that’s the only way a girl ever gets your attention!”

Confronted with Kelly’s righteous anger, Gerald quickly became contrite.