There were two things I wanted more than anything in the world. The first was to know Daddy loved me. The second was to have him take me in his arms, kiss me, squeeze me, and drive his magnificent cock as far up in my tight pussy as it would go. It was what I was thinking when he entered my bedroom.
"Still up, Kitty-Kat? Christ! It's after midnight." He crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and brushed hair from my brow. He was so handsome… dark, like me, with thick curly hair, almost black eyes, and muscles all over the place. But that cock! It showed no matter what he wore, hung down inside his pants leg like a thick garden hose with a round nozzle. I couldn't understand why Mummy had run off with his business partner, taking her clothes, the car, the money from their joint savings account, leaving him only me. Poor sweet Daddy. I was determined to make me enough… even if I had to knock him over the head.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in the niche at his shoulder. He smelled so good: Old Spice after-shave lotion and talcum powder. "Promise you'll never leave me," I whispered, cuddling against him, pretending to be his frightened little girl.
"Leave? Who in hell said anything about leaving? Christ! You think I'd run off like… you think I'd leave my only brat? Don't talk crazy, for crying out loud!"
He tried to untangle me. I held tight. He relented, held me close, gently smoothing my long black hair. I squeezed with all my might, mashing my titties into his chest as I scurried from under the covers, into his lap. He was such a dope! He'd been wanting to fuck me for the longest time, but was all tied up in knots about me being his little girl, his Kitty-Kat-Kathle.
Darn! I thought, why couldn't he be more like Mr. Simon, who, according to twelve-year-old Debbie down the street, got drunk every Friday night, sneaked in her room, and played with her hairless twat while she pretended to sleep. My cunt got sopping wet just thinking about it. I wiggled my ass on the long mighty shaft hardening inside the silk pajamas between him and my panties.
"Listen, Kitten, remember how it was when you were still a tomboy? The camping trips? The time you heard a bear, crawled into my sleeping bag, cried and wouldn't get out, no matter what?"
I mumbled yes into the coarse hair on his chest. Boy! Did I ever remember that sleeping bag! It was the very first time.I felt his hard dick against me-digging snug in my ass as it grew and grew through the night. I had made up my mind right then, three years ago, even before I was old enough to come, that Daddy would be the first, maybe the only one ever, to stick a dick in me.
"We're gonna be close like that again," he said, moving his hand in slow circles over my back. "Me and you, Katty. I'm taking the rest of the week off, starting tomorrow, and we're going back where you heard the bear."
I was up bright and early next morning. I chose the tightest dungarees I owned, with round white patches in back, a frilly crop top, and stood before the mirror, admiring myself. With my hair up, braless breasts jutting, jeans dipping snugly into the hot anxious pocket at the top of my tapered thighs, I looked older, curvier, more experienced than a girl of fourteen. I cocked my head, grinned. Today was going to be the day, I knew. I could feel it deep in my belly, as if Daddy's stiff joint was already bludgeoning my maidenhead, tearing my cherry, unloading buckets of cum in the depths of my cunt.
I squealed just thinking about it. My heart was racing. I flew from the room, stocked the picnic basket, assembled the gear, had everything packed and ready, and was waiting impatiently in the car when Daddy awoke and came outside looking for me.
The long drive was stupendous. The sun shone through the tall trees along the highway, the air was fresh and warm, and the shadowy woods whispered mysterious sounds. Daddy drove in silence, pretending to be concentrating on the road. I watched him, beating him to the dash lighter each time he reached for a cigarette, mouth watering as I eyed the sturdy hose along the inside of one powerful thigh, and noticing, too, his hungry sidelong glances when I raised one leg onto the seat, sat sideways, and gave him an unhampered look at my crotch. By the time we arrived at the heavily wooded camp site, the size of his member was awesome, and I knew by the forced grin on his face that he was trying extra hard apparently not succeeding to think of me as his little Kitty-Kat Kathie.
"Race you to the lake, Kitten." Daddy leaped from the car, tore off his undershirt and winked. His skin was deep copper except where the sleeveless garment had left it shoulder-strap white. Tiny muscles rippled along his firm belly. He grabbed his trunks, started for the woods, paused and called, "Two minutes, minx. If you're not ready, I'll come drag your cute naked ass through the trees."
"Oh, Daddy… you know you'd run like a deer if I were nude when you got back."
"Oh, yeah? Well, just get yourself stripped and see."
Giddy, drunk with the thought of being alone in the woods for days and days with Daddy, I came out of my clothes in a flash. Kneeling on the front seat, the heat from the windshield warming my quivering buttocks, I searched for my red bikini among the things in back. Suddenly I froze, heart thumping, thoughts pouncing upon Daddy's dare. Why not? I speculated, head spinning as I imagined him dragging me naked, cunt dripping, ass bouncing through the grass and prickly pine needles on the cool forest floor. It would be a marvelous luck! I sat trembling on the front seat, hugging my raised knees, anticipating, waiting.
Soon Daddy reappeared. "Ready or not!" he shouted, enormous prick bent almost double in the tight swimsuit. He took long strides to the car, opened the door and peered in.
"Not ready," I cooed. Daddy gulped. Slowly I moved my feet toward him. I leaned back on my hands, legs outstretched, thighs parted. His gaze settled on my hairy wet pussy. Hungrily he stared. I could feel his eyes boring into my love hole, opened wider, moved.
Finally, as the head of his cock snaked down, poking from the leg band of the trunks as the shaft hardened, Daddy turned away. "Put… put something on," he choked, refusing to look at me. "For Christ sakes, Katty. You're making me crazy… more and more like your mother every day. She used to tease hell out of Tom, my partner… opening her legs, her snatch… showing her velvet white ass, melon tits. Christ! Can't blame the guy for running off with that. She was good cunt, your mother. Hot. Tight. I never screwed anyone like her."
I watched him rub the front of the swimsuit. "Don't be sad, Daddy," I wailed, jumping from the car, and wrapping my small arms tight around his waist. He was so tall. My head barely reached his broad shoulders. "I can be better than she was," I breathed against his smooth back, grinding my hips, my upper thighs and pussy, on the rough swimsuit. I kissed down his spine, up. My hand found his waistband, stole beneath-trembling fingers searching through hair to the roots of his sex. "Fuck me," I pleaded. "You've wanted to for the longest time. Don't pretend. Your dick gets hard every time you look at me."
Groaning, Daddy turned and crushed me against his big strong body. The entire length of his wonderful joint bored between my trembling thighs. Gripping my buttocks, he lifted me off the ground, and we fell, all feverish hands and arms and legs, across the front seat of the car. I gasped as his weight fell upon me. But I didn't much care if I never breathed again. I didn't much care about anything except getting his fiery dick inside me, where it belonged. I was determined to make him forget Mummy and everyone else and give every last inch of his poker, every last drop of his cum, to me.
Kneading the soft halves of my ass, fingers inching down and under, to the open wet lips of my pussy, Daddy drove his sandpapery tongue into my mouth. I reached for his cock. It sprang from the leg band of the swimsuit into my hand. I squeezed. Daddy sobbed. I jerked my hand up and down the full incredible length. It was so big! So hard! The juices ran from my cunt, making me all slippery inside, ready to receive every adorable millimeter.
Then suddenly, just as I raised my knees, spread my thighs wide and guided the fat pulsing head to the mouth of my sopping wet twat, Daddy yelled no! broke away, and sat! dick standing tall, panting, face flushed, staring at me with a peculiar, tortured look in his eyes. "I… I can't bang you," he croaked.
"Don't be dumb!" I hollered, outraged, finger-fucking myself as my gaze darted from his face to his stiff prick. "You can't stop now. You can't just say no like… like… ok!" Again I threw myself at him. Ignoring his protests! I buried my face in his lap, kissing the hairy thing all up and down the heavily veined underside. It was so hot! And the smell-the musty odor from his asshole, sweat, bathing suit-made my cunt ooze sticky love juice. on my thighs and the seat. Lipping the lovely pink tip, I tore frantically at the swimsuit until the material ripped up the seam and his wrinkled balls fell into the palm of my hand.
"Kitty-Kat. Jesus. You sweet mother fucker, you." Daddy's hips bucked. He groaned. Gently he touched my head, and pressed his throbbing member firmly to my mouth.
"Should I suck it? Like this?" I flicked my tongue lightly across the sensitive tip, down the stalk, to his cubes. His pole tightened and grew larger still; tiny blue veins flooding beneath the loose outer jacket of skin. "Say pleeze," I taunted, voice high, his little girl again.
Daddy shivered. Closing his eyes, he slipped farther down in the seat. The torn trunks pinched his nuts. He took hold of the split seam, and, with one mighty tug, ripped the swimsuit in two and flung the meddlesome thing from the car. Next he buried his hand in my ass, twisted his stink-finger roughly up my shitter, forced my head down, and hissed, "Suck!"
"Not yet, Daddy. Let me… ummm. Ohhh!" Relaxing my sphincter muscles, I shimmied down until his finger was stuck to the knuckle in my asshole. I expanded and contracted my rectum, grinding my hips, loving the feel, the fuck like rhythm, the mere thought of something of Daddy's inside my belly. "Let me play with it first," I breathed hot on his tool, and swirled my tongue around and around over the tip, traced designs on his nuts, and probed the dark, sour-sweet smelling crack of his ass. I had never before seen his cock close up. At home, during the hot summer months, when he walked the house in boxer shorts most nights, I had caught glimpses of it slapping the open fly. Before Mummy ran off with Tom, on the nights they fucked, I had watched the enormous head swell when he patted her ass off to bed. But never before so deliciously, awesomely close. Never before swollen just for me.
"You're m-m-making me c-c-crazy," blubbered Daddy, thrusting his cock at me. "I never could get your mother to suck me off. She said my dick was too big, and… ahhh! That's it, baby. Roll your sweet little tongue on the head. Like… yeah. Oh, yeah! Your mother used to say sucking my dick would be like lapping her own cunt, then she'd push my head down into her juicy snatch and I'd forget everything except eating her hot pussy. Christ, it was good though. Ever have your cunt sucked, Kitty?" His finger popped from my asshole, Inched under, found my clit and made it spring to attention.
"Do it, Daddy," I whispered. "No one's ever sucked or fucked me. I'm cherry all over. I've been saving it all, every hole, just for you." Clamping my thighs tight on his hand, I fell moaning against him. His fingers sent fiery little darts racing through my vagina, my belly. It was heavenly. And I wanted more than anything to please him. So I licked the tiny aperture in the pink nozzle head of his cock, and, with his huge hairy cubes in my hand, his finger high in my twat while the fingers of his free hand toyed with my titties, I opened my mouth and drew his big dick deep, deep, as deep, as It would go, into my face.
"Baby," cried Daddy. "Goddambaby!"
Noisily I sucked. His joint was so long, so fat, it felt as if the skin at the corners of my small mouth was about to tear. I retreated, wet the shaft thoroughly with saliva before moving my lips slowly down the rock-hard length, to the hairy, thick roots. My own Daddy lollipop, I thought, feeling the head butt my tonsils as he slammed every micrometer of throbbing meat into my face.
Suddenly I was being lifted. I felt Daddy's strong hands grip my thighs, turn me ass over heels, and, twisting my neck as he arranged my legs on either side of his head, knees bent and propped on the backrest, bring my gaping cunt close to his face.
It was fantastic. My mouth turned on his dick until I was suspended upside down, watching his shaft piston up into my head. I squealed, coming all over the place.
"Rest your weight on my shoulders, Katty," breathed Daddy into my wide open, slippery wet cunt. "I never tried for a cherry with my tongue. Here goes."
An incredible sensation started my hips grinding. Was that his tongue? I wondered, amazed. It felt as big as the thing stoking my face. It flicked lightly along the outer lips of my tight gash, tested the opening, tickled my clit, and bored hotly into my virgin love hole. I bit down on his poker, moving my tongue back and forth along the underside. My legs closed automatically. I felt his nose in the crack of my ass… sniffing my cute puckered asshole as the sandpapery thing in his mouth darted faster and faster, in and out, Daddy making loud slurping noises in time with the furious round and round fucking motion of his hips.
Keeping my balance with one hand, I brought my lips to the end of his beautiful dick, cupped his balls, and shot my face down. Daddy mumbled incoherently against my pussy. I felt his bristly whiskers brush the tender inner lips of my cunt and almost choked on his member. I was on fire-about to explode in hundreds of pieces on a warm cloud of sexual bliss. I could see myself coming, my juices dripping down Daddy's square chin and falling, drop by tiny glistening drop, into the mat of curly coarse hair on his chest. I felt his body grow rigid and knew he was coming, too.
"I luv 'ou, Daddy," I mumbled as his hips shot up from the seat, banging my head against the steering wheel, and driving his joint all the way down to my gullet, it seemed. I felt the first hot blast deep in my throat. Squeezing his huge hairy nuts, I retreated to the head, and drank each successive spurt from the small aperture at the center of the bloated round nozzle.
Daddy sighed and. fell back. His cock lost some of its fullness. Reluctantly I let it pop from my mouth, cleaned the last drop of cream from the aperture, twisted and turned, and sat, right side up, in his lap.
Daddy grinned. "I didn't get it."
"What?"
"Your cherry." He shoved two long fingers roughly up my cunt.
Snuggling against him, I said, "One hole down… two to go!"
Daddy beat me to the lake. He paused at the waterline. I watched his bare buttocks tighten as he extended his arms, stood tall, and dove. My mind wasn't on swimming. Sucking his cock had only made me hungry for more, and as I watched him come up, stand glistening in waist-deep water, limp meat like a white electric eel below the surface, my pussy grew tight and gooey once more. If only he knew! I thought. I'd planned this day for ever so long… even before the imaginary bear drove me to his sleeping bag… way back when he and Mummy and me used to wrestle, and I had first seen his hand slip up Mummy's skirt, to finger fuck her while I squirmed and giggled and pretended to try to escape from between their straining hips. And afterward, after they tucked me in bed and went to their room, I used to listen, small ear pressed to the thin wall between our bedrooms, wishing it were me, instead of Mummy, moaning and sobbing as Daddy, my heavenly handsome, fuckable, suckable Daddy, made the bedsprings squeak as he drove the long thing I loved into her belly. Now my gaze devoured it. I could still taste his cum, and I wanted his meat slammed up in me, shooting off spurt after spurt, instead of hanging lifeless, forlorn, in the clear, blue-green and sparkling with sunlight, mountain lake.
"C'mon, Kitty-Kat," called Daddy, waving me in before he went under again, and scissored like a huge frog, to the middle of the lake. Ready to follow anywhere, to suck him off underwater, if he asked, I splashed out. But the lake stopped me. The water crawled up my thighs, touched my cunt, made me shiver and yelp. It was an unwelcome douche. I felt it creep inside me, slosh about, and wash the last of the sticky love juices away. I giggled. I could imagine a fish somewhere below, mistaking the wormy strands of cum for a groovy dinner, gulping a mouthful, and immediately having an orgasm.
"Now you're making me crazy!" I yelled when Daddy again popped through the surface. He looked about, spotted me standing with arms clutched tight across small hard titties-goosebumps making my plump round ass jiggle and jump on the surface-grinned and went under once more. He came at me like a curly-headed torpedo.
Squealing for him to stop, feeling silly, but happy, too, I started for shore. But before I had gone halfway, feet slipping, cunt shriveled yet wanting him still, Daddy's huge callused hand closed around my slim ankle; the other hand slipped up my wet leg to my love channel, and his fingers dug in before he lifted and tossed me high in the air.
"Da-deee…!" I came down with a loud splash, sank. I landed on my ass, on the grassy bottom, opened my eyes and saw his long hairy legs, feet planted firmly, wide apart, cock dangling like tempting bait. I took it firmly in hand and yanked, as if it were the rope on a church tower bell.
Laughing, Daddy lifted me sputtering through the surface. Holding me at arm's length, he said, "I used to watch you undress and think, Christ! that's Katty? Look it the black hair on her twat… pink nipples… cute little rosy-cheeked ass. I always kind of dug your backside. Even 'when you were a kid, the time in the sleeping bag, when I awoke and felt my piss hard-on stoking your tight dungarees, I had to hold myself back and jerk off in the woods next morning. And then last night, when you sat in my lap, wearing those goddam soft see-through panties, the crack of your ass opening wider every fucking time you moved, I had to whack off again, to get to sleep."
A dreamy look came into Daddy's eyes. I had been holding his cock while he spoke, and now, as he looked me up and down, broad chest heaving, it began to grow and throb in the palm of my hand. I cocked my head, shifted my weight provocatively from one wide hip to the other. Now we were going to fuck, I knew. The thought made my throat dry.
"Once," continued Daddy, voice scratchy, glazed eyes riveted to my glistening. pussy, "right after your mother took off, leaving me with a perpetual hard-on until I started fucking Debbie…"
"Daddy!" I squeaked. "Debbie Simon?"
He nodded.
"But Daddy… she's my very bestfriend!"
Daddy grinned foolishly. "That's why it happened," he explained. "She used to come to the house when you were out, and one day, right after watching you wiggle your stuff into hot pants and then take off, leaving me with a poker that long-" he held his hands convincingly two feet apart-"there she was. She was wearing a mini… trim little legs wide open when she sat on the sofa… hairless pink gash winking while she told me about her old man sneaking into her room and lapping and finger-fucking her the night before." Groaning, as if he were remembering Debbie as a super-swell fuck, he thrust his meat forward in my hand and drove four fingers deep into my bush. He pulled me close. "Joe Simon only lets Debbie suck him off," he added.
Moving my cheek against the wiry hair on his chest, I squatted and took the full length of his fingers. I'd fix Debbie! I thought. Not only had she screwed Daddy, now my personal property, but she had been sucking dick and keeping it a secret from me. Well, I had seen Mr. Simon's hungry looks when I visited the house, and knew he'd prefer my curlicued pussy to Debbie's bald gash. I decided I'd suck him off… first chance I got!
Daddy carried me to shore. He found us a soft patch of grass, with thick brush and tall trees all around-in case anyone came, I suppose-set me down, and told me to roll over onto my belly.
"Why?" I asked, staring wide-eyed up at his low-slung, heavy balls, and the club like weapon standing straight out from the burst of midnight-black hair covering him from cock to shin. Was he going to stick that formidable shaft up my tight shitter, I wondered. The mere thought made me tremble! It was so big!
"I gotta have some of that ass," said Daddy, whacking off slowly. "After last night, and that time in the sleeping bag-Christ, Katty, I just gotta bust my nuts in that sweet little asshole of yours. Be a good girl, baby. Turn over and show me what it looks like on hands and knees."
Still frightened, heart beating so fast I thought sure it was going to explode and leave my small tits in shreds, I rolled onto my stomach, closed my eyes, waited. I felt Daddy lie down beside me. Tentatively he fingered my asshole and used his bony knee to spread my quivering thighs. I felt the hot nozzle tip of his prick slip lightly up and down between my soft buttocks. "Don't hurt me, Daddy," I cried, inching back, raising my hips, positioning myself on hands and knees, as he had directed. "Go slow. Your cock is so big… shove it in me just a little bit at a time."
Daddy's reply was heavy breathing. I felt him center the bulbous head on my gaping asshole. "Oh, Daddy, pleeze!" I wailed, wanting it, not wanting it. My tight sphincter muscles relaxed, and the tip, the awesome glans at the end of his long hard cock, bit snugly into my rectum. I gasped, hips churning. Daddy gasped, too. I felt his hot shaft forcing its way farther and farther, spreading my cheeks, driving toward the emptiness high in my belly.
"Jesus, you're tiny," said Daddy, gripping my hips, and thrusting, inch by delicious inch… until his pubic hair rubbed my rounded backside, and his huge nuts slapped the open lips of my pussy. "Motherfucker! God! God! Move your hips, baby. Help me get it going in and out."
"Ummm…! It feels so good. More. More!" I had been dopey to think it would hurt. It was the most beautiful feeling. I slid forward on his meat spike until the pulsating glans almost escaped, and ground my ass swiftly, furiously back, taking it all, working my inner muscles, sucking him off with spasms of my belly. It went deeper and deeper. I bent double, wanting still more. Deeper. Deeper! I wanted to feel every hair, his nuts, every working part of his joint, his fingers, his tongue, everything that was Daddy, inside me.
"All the way, Daddy," I demanded, cunt snapping at his balls, and tight little shitter burning from the brutal stabs. The pain, the friction, the sense of being raped in the wilderness, were exquisite. Deep in my cunt I could feel the hard poker grazing the thin membrane separating the two channels, and it was like being fucked in both holes at the same time.
Suddenly Daddy's full weight fell upon my back. I gasped, flattening out on the grass. My buttocks closed on his member. He was coming, I knew. He reached under, strong fingers probing my sex, and jerked my own little hard-on to the edge of climax.
"I love you, Daddy," I sobbed.
"I know, Katty. I know."
"Don't stop. Never. Ever." I twisted my neck, moist lips eager for his. His mouth covered mine. It was the sweetest kiss of my life. Breathtaking. Demanding. I felt his dick swell bigger and bigger, his hips no longer thrusting but grinding slow, insistent circles, first this one, then that, and all the – time building, climbing the ladder, nearer and nearer the lightning flash of hot cum..
My breath caught when it happened. I thought my insides were coming apart. I bucked. I screamed. I made animalistic noises deep in my throat as blast after terribly forceful blast shot off high in my asshole.
Daddy tore his lips from mine. Straining, nailing me, to the forest floor with his spike, he whispered, tighten up, baby. Milk it. Show me what you can do."
I squeezed and squeezed. I was coming, too… barely a second late. The woods lighted up like a bright Christmas tree. The sky spun. The sun was a blazing disc playing bump-and-grind rock. Do it again, Daddy," I begged. "Only harder this time."