Zip-zip-slice… me perched bare assed on the edge of a cold metal gurny cart, the doctor's nose and scalpel up my gaped-open bush, and the stubborn, loathsome, ridiculous thing was gone. Well! I didn't exactly race around like a yearling for the next few days, and my menstrual cycle kept all anxious cocks at bay, but now, when I drove a finger up there… no dumb trampoline!
It was very exciting. Particularly in light of the groovy changes at our place. The day after I walked into the living room and made my partial confession to Mummy, Tom, bag and baggage, moved into the guest bedroom across the hall from mine, and, although I had no conclusive evidence, I was certain he and Mummy had resumed screwing. Daddy didn't seem to mind, either. He and Mummy did their thing. Tom and Mummy did theirs.
Of course, now that I was whole, now that my hole was empty, I mean, I, too, was anxious to do "my thing." And of course, I now watched Daddy-mouth watering as I eyed the long hunk of meat in his pants leg-with renewed interest. In a way, I was cherry still. Tom, Mr. Levine, Vic-they didn't count. Each had come in my pussy. Each had shafted me there. But no one… except maybe the doctor, who had taken one hell of a long time to complete the post-operation… had yet gotten a sniff of the tight new upper end of my channel.
Again I decided, this, time 'for keeps, that Daddy, no one but, was going to do the groundbreaking. He, too, it seemed, since learning of the minor surgery, watched me with renewed interest, stared long and hard at my crotch, my titties, my ass. But nothing happened until late one afternoon when I returned home from a fuckless day at school to find a note from Mummy saying Tom had taken her "shopping."
The master bedroom door was ajar. Daddy was dressing. He stood before the dresser, ass bent to me, white boxer shorts halfway up his long hairy legs. I could see his cock in the mirror. Even limp, it was awesome-hung so low the glans appeared at the leg band once the shorts were in place at his waist. He straightened, saw my small dark head at the door in the mirror. Abruptly he turned.
Without a word, I moved into the room, set my books down on the night table, and bounced on the edge of the double bed. My pussy tingled. I grinned impishly up at him.
"If your mother comes home and finds you in here…"
"Oh Daddy! You know darn well what shopping means. That's how it started before… remember? They're probably fuckin' in the back seat of our Buick right now. Besides… I've seen you watching me. Don't pretend. You're curious about-" lying back on the bed, propped on my elbows, I opened my legs just enough to tantalize-"about what the doctor did to me down there."
Daddy cleared his throat. He strode briskly across the bedroom, retrieved his pants from the closet came back. "Thought you and Tom were… ah… going sort of steady," he said, a. jealous lilt in his voice. "That day in the living room… Christ! You weren't interested in anything 'cept that wife-fucking bastard's stiff joint."
"Don't be silly, Daddy," I chided. "You gave me that look… you knew I couldn't let you do me with Mummy right there. And all that hotsy talk! Boy! I had to do something or bust. My pussy got wet just listening to you two talk about doing all those kinky things. Boy! In an armchair!"
Daddy's gaze dropped to my hemline. His cock stirred. He grunted, looked away, bent… thrust one muscular leg roughly into his pants.
"Don't put your pants on," I told him.
"Why in hell not?" " 'Cause your dick's getting hard, and my pussy's brand new, and I want you to do me."
Daddy hesitated a moment then thrust the other leg into the pants. You re my daughter, he said gruffly. "Fucking around, sucking, asshole fucking, is one thing, but sticking my joint in your belly is… is incest! Suppose you got knocked up? Suppose you had an idiot kid with two noses and three fuckin' eyes or something?"
I giggled. I reached for my purse. Daddy watched me rummage through the contents and come up with the round plastic compact like case-with thirty-one little slots holding as many pinkish pills-that I had bought from the doctor who did the knife work inside me. He blinked. I offered the case, day, and date marlr'3d over each slot, for his inspection. Holding the pants up with one hand, he took it and read: ONE DAILY TO PREVENT UNWANTED PREGNANCY.
Daddy coughed. He tossed the case onto the bed. He buttoned the pants, zipped the fly, and said, "I… I still can't fuck you."
"Why not now?" I yelped, outraged, wanting to choke him.
"I… I don't know why," he shouted, hand-. some dark face going from olive to deep red, and avoided my eyes. "Chrissakes! I tried, Kathie. That day on the sofa. Don't you think I wanted to? You're so fuckin' soft and tight down there… so fuckin' good. But as my joint went in… as your pussy began to nip the head of my cock… just when it was getting really good, I thought, Christ! This is Kitty-Kat you're plowing… your little girl… the kid whose diapers you changed and told bedtime stories to." He stared at me mournfully.
Wow! I thought. Daddy wasn't wrapped too tight upstairs, either! He and Mummy sure had some goofy ideas about sex. Momentarily I wondered if the entire over-thirty generation was knotty upstairs. I mean… I could almost see the incest thing if Daddy had refused to stick his oversized insatiable dick in my mouth, my ass hole but now'? It was kooky! There he was, not two feet away, eyes glued to my hemline and talking about this guilt thing while the hose m his pants grew and grew down the leg. The entire thing-big nozzle tip, long veiny shank, nuts and all-throbbed beneath the thin material like a transplanted heart.
What material! I thought. What a book me and Debbie would someday write!
A sudden light blinked inside my head. Now I recalled how easily Daddy had turned himself and Mummy on with all that kinky talk the day in the living room. I batted my feathery eyelashes up at him. My hand shot out, as If with a mind of its own, and closed tight around the long hard thing in his pants. "Remember that first night at the lake?" I asked, gently squeezing his hot cock. "The sleeping bag? We had only one this time. You said you wanted it to be just like the night long ago when you woke up with a piss hard-on poking the back of my jeans. Only this time I didn't have any jeans on." I opened my thighs, giving him a glimpse of the sweet little black coils peeping form both leg bands of my panties.
"Katty… let go. Please." Daddy closed his big strong fist around my weak tiny wrist, and tried-but not very persuasively-to push my hand away..
I held fast. "Remember how you poked my cute little asshole again that night?" I continued. "I was asleep. I felt the fat head… this one-" I yanked on his hard-on-"digging up my behind, and woke up but pretended to.be asleep still. It was better that way. It was like when I was a little girl… the first time you dry-poked me there. Only this time I was pretending, and you were awake… as if you were raping me… forcing me to give… taking what you wanted of me back there." Pants and all, I jerked him off slowly.
Daddy gritted and hissed air through his teeth. He stepped closer to the bed. "I… I didn't want to," he breathed. "Like in the car. I… I never wanted to… to do t-those things t-to you. Never!"
"Don't lie, Daddy." I jerked hard on his cock.
"All right. All right! But I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't made it so easy."
I patted the bedspread beside my bare creamy thigh. He hesitated only a moment, then sat beside me. "I told you not to put these things on," I cooed, groping for the zipper at his fly. "Did it feel good, Daddy? When you poked me in the behind?"
"God, yes!"
"Tight?"
"Like a fuckin' keyhole!"
"And hot! Hotter than anything. You said so." I unzipped the fly, undid the button, but left the belt as a challenge to make him undo. My hand slipped inside the pants.
"I… I actually thought you were sleeping," choked Daddy, leaning far forward as my fingers, outside the cotton shorts, traced the length of his cock. "I… I remember thinking, How in the… ummm! How in the sweet fuckin' hell can she sleep like a baby with all this meat up her cute behind? You didn't peep. You just lay there and took it… inch by inch… and not even wet back there. It was like drilling a screw into oak. I… I had to sweat to get it halfway up your closed asshole."
"It hurt" I whispered. "Like crazy. But I didn't cry out… even though I wanted to." I found the open fly of the shorts, reached inside, and ran one finger around the hairy base of his shaft. "Lay back," I told him. "I love seeing your dick stand straight up from the pants."
Obediently, as if forgetting all the objections and thinking only of me, Daddy lay back, long legs over the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He sighed. He groped, exactly as I had anticipated he would, for the belt buckle. The belt came undone. I opened the pants, extracted his big, rigid cock, and gasped as the gigantic pink bulb sprang like a gas-filled balloon into the air. It swayed. It trembled. It bobbed like the "follow-the-bouncing-ball" thing in the movies.
Daddy's hand fell to my soft inner thigh… bare inches from my hot pussy. He squeezed.
Darn! I thought… why'd I have to wear stockings today? I nervously undid the garter belt clasp above his hand, rolled the stocking halfway down my thigh, and placed his rough hand on my smooth flesh. I inched higher on the bed… bent… pressed my moist red lips gently to his mouth. I had learned, through Tom the benefit of prolonging the ultimate union. Mummy and Tom wouldn't be back for hours I knew. We had time.
Lying curled on my side, I stroked Daddy's dick while we kissed. His hard fingers grazed my crotch. I shivered. He plucked the short pussy hairs at the leg band of my panties, making me tremble in anticipation. His long middle finger traced the indentation where the flimsy undergarment lay sunk in the wet lips of my cunt. His hand moved over my hip, down. He followed the elastic digging into the soft underside of one plump buttock. It was almost better than fucking.
We petted and kissed for what seemed to be hours. Then Daddy again clamped his huge hand on my wrist, gripped hard, and barked, "Stop! You'll make me come all over you and the bedspread if you don't knock off playing with my joint."
"Then come in my pussy," I suggested hotly.
Daddy pressed me back and down on the mattress. He held both my wrists trapped, upper body across my breasts, dick rubbing the outer side of my thigh where the stocking was rolled partially down. "That day in the living room," he said softly, nuzzling the valley at the neck of my low-cut dress. "I… I watched you with Tom. Seems you learned a few things since the last time you sucked my joint. Like the whipped cream."
I eyed him suspiciously. "Knock off the cock sucking, huh?"
"Don't you like Daddy's cock?"
"Yes but…"
"Don't you like to feel it hot and hard slipping into your mouth? Shooting off? Filling your throat with cum?"
"Oh, Daddy. You know I love it. You know that!"
"Let's take off your clothes:'
I watched him rise from the bed. The pants fell from his waist to the floor. He stepped out of them. His dick pointed skyward. I lay still, watching, heart thumping, thighs aquiver. I was so much jelly in his big strong callused hands.
Boy! I thought… things had sure changed, passive and aggressive roles and like that, since I coaxed the cock from his pants minutes before.
Daddy lifted one nylon-clad leg, kissed my small instep, and rolled the loose stocking down to my ankle. He let my high heel drop. The nylon followed. Arranging my leg bent on the bed, his hand moved slowly up one thigh. Gently he cupped my pussy.
I chewed my lower lip. "Fuck me, Daddy," I sobbed. "Don't make me suck you off this time. Please. I love you. Do my pussy. I… I want you to be the first one."
"Quiet. Let me enjoy this, Katty. It's like Christmastime when I was a kid. Presents. There's a surprise under everything you're wearing. It's new every time."
"Oh, Daddy. That's so beautiful."
"Shhh!"
I lay there quiet and still. He loves you! I told myself, tears smarting in my eyes. It's just he's got this uncontrollable thing about having his cock sucked.
I felt his strong fingers undoing the little metal clasp holding the second nylon. He lifted my leg, worked the stocking down, and, as he had done before, let my shoe and the nylon fall to the floor. He let my leg drop… spread my knees wide… arranging my legs so I lay like a hotsy dumb frog beneath his hungry gaze. Again his hand sought my crotch.
By the time he rolled me over, onto my belly, to get at the snaps up the back of my dress, I was thrashing about like an eel out of water. He opened the dress. I felt his hot breath on my bare back. He lifted the hem to my waist, made me lift, and, holding me down when I tried to roll onto my back once more, worked the dress to my armpits. His huge hands covered my ass -kneading, pinching, spreading the cheeks and letting them jiggle together-as I maneuvered the garment off my head and threw it to the floor. I closed my eyes, pressed my face to the satin bedspread. I heard the panties cackle nylon laughter as they slipped from my hips, down my thighs, off.
"Jesus!" groaned Daddy.
The sound of his voice ripped another sob from my lips. I was naked, trembling and vulnerable to his touch. I felt his hot breath on my buttocks… a wet kiss at the dimple at the base of my spine. His tongue licked down. My sphincter muscles tightened. My cunt wept. I wanted more than anything to feel his big dick slipping into me, into my vulva, my anus, my mouth… anywhere and everywhere he wanted to put it.
"Do something, Daddy. Put it in," I said in a small voice.
"Not yet, baby."
I heard the rustle of his shorts dropping. Again my legs were spread. A weight sank onto the bed between my knees. The weight lowered itself to my back. I gasped, thrust my hips up into the hot veiny thing at the tight mouth of my new pussy. It retreated, slipped along the lips to the hair… then down and back to the even tighter mouth of my rectum.
"Dad-deee! Please. Oh, PLEEZE!"
"Remember the car?" breathed Daddy against the side of my neck, making me shiver. "How you sucked me off upside down while I ate your pussy?" tile memory triggered my reaction.
"Anything. Only do it quick"
"We can do it in the living room-in the arm chair. It'll be even better than it was in the car."
I twisted and rolled my body beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his bull neck and kissed him as hard and as wet and as long as I could.
We ran naked, hand in hand, to the bright living room. We kissed again, thigh to thigh, standing beside the big armchair-the tip of Daddy's lovely stiff dick wedged tight between our bellies.
"I'll close the drapes."
"Fuck the drapes!" Daddy sat and pulled me roughly onto his lap. "Let 'em see. Who cares? Who cares if the- whole fucking neighborhood knows I've got the best little cocksucker of a daughter in the whole fucking world!" He bit down hard on my tender left nipple and rammed two fingers into the wet lips of my cunt.
"Oh! Oh, Daddy. Daddy! Daddy!" I opened my thighs. His cockhead shot up from under me. It beckoned to my watering mouth. I bent. But it wasn't as tall as it looked and my spine threatened to snap before I got close enough to flick my tongue across the tiny aperture in the bulbous head.
Daddy drew breath sharply through his teeth. "Stand on the chair," he directed. "Put your feet on either side of my thighs, then turn around and squat down, and then I'll lift you onto my cock like we did in the car."
I felt silly, but hot, too, and willing to do anything to get his gorgeous hard meat inside me. I jumped from his lap, placed one foot on the chair, and went up. I turned and squatted. His cock butted into the crack of my ass.
"Katty. Christ motherfucker! First a little bit like this, baby. Just the… ah! AHHH! Just the tiniest bit of good hot joint up your sweet asshole before you suck me off."
"Owwwwwwwww!" I squatted more… wiggling my hips down onto the glans penetrating my tight rectum. It ground in halfway. "Dad-deeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Daddy threw my feet out from under me, and let me drop-like an olive on a fat tooth pick onto the full awesome length of his hard prick. "J-Jesus! It… it gets better every fuckin' time," he said. "That day Tom poked you like this… ahhhhhhhhh! I… I thought I'd go crazy watching. I… I counted every inch of joint slipping into your sweet tight ass. You… your mother's good but… God! Katty baby. You've got something s-s-special up… up… Oh Christ! All the way up at the top of your hot asshole. Like an army of silk ants run… ah! Running around on the tip of my joint. Jesus!" He covered my tits, kneaded. His cock throbbed deep inside my rectum.
Whimpering, feeling the head of his dick so high in my belly it was as if it had become a vital organ beating in my chest, I ground my hips down into his lap.
"No! Sit still, Kitten. You'll make me c-come."
"I can't!" I cried. "It… it feels too good to sit still. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuc… ow! OW! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
Daddy growled. Abruptly he lifted me off his stiff cock. I heard it pop-like an uncorked bottle-out of my ass.
"Fucking Daddy you!"
"Shuddup! And help me. Get your feet on the goddam backrest, and come down with your mouth on my joint."
"Oh! Oh…!" Using my hands for leverage, as if I were doing an upside down push-up, I threw my feet up and onto the backrest. Daddy braced my thighs in the palms of his huge hands. Taking the weight off my arms, he lifted and guided my legs back… until my knees rested on the upright, feet straight out, toes down, behind the chair. "This is the dumbest dopey thing ever," I hollered-then gulped when I felt his damp breath on my pussy, my winking wet asshole.
"Suck it, Katty girl. Shuddup and suck."
I looked cross-eyed down the full length of his bowed member. The hot glans grazed my chin. There was a tiny shit smear at the neck, a slight discoloration at the jacket of skin between bloated head and hard shaft. Swirling my tongue around the monster, I licked the bitter brown stuff away.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Go down, Katty. Cover it with your mouth."
My lips formed a wide wet O and drew the fiery head in past my teeth. I held it firm at the circumcision and batted my tongue rapidly against the big vein along the underside.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm! That's it, baby. Now go all the way down to my balls. You're the best. The fuckin' best ever." Daddy's face dove into my curly bush. He let me down suddenly.
I gagged. I gurgled. I choked. But the cock in – my face refused to relent. As my weight came down, the nozzle forced its way in… in… in and down my throat. My mouth was engorged with hot meat. My chin and pouting lower lip lay in wiry black cock hair. My nose sniffed the distinct odor of testicles and male asshole.
Then the door opened and Mummy and Tom walked in.