It was morning. Sunlight glared through my bedroom window, reflecting pearls of colored light off the dresser mirror opposite the foot of the bed. I yawned, stretched, and winced. My pussy and asshole, even my mouth, ached. I licked my lips and tasted the sour residue of Mr. George's cum.
"Eck!" I grimaced. I'd been fucking and sucking far too much lately, I decided.
Naked, the damp sheet molding my body, I lay quiet and listened. The shower was running. Daddy, I knew, was getting ready for work. The night before, when I returned home from Mr. George's place, he'd been sitting on the sofa, exactly where I left him, and hardly noticed me walk by. Now he was showering, perhaps shaving… both good signs.
I dozed. When I awoke again the house was quiet. Had Daddy again gone to work without even saying good-bye, I wondered. Boy! He'd never done that before Mummy ran off with Tom!
I hopped out of bed and padded naked into the living room, went from there to the master bedroom, then to the kitchen. There was a note on the table. I scowled. Fucking Daddy! I thought. Lately, whenever he didn't want to talk to me, the little square of paper would be propped against the darn sugar bowl in the center of the table. I opened the note and read:
Kitty-Kat, I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you, lately and particularly about last night. Forgive me. I'll make it up to you. Promise. Look in the sugar bowl.
Love and kisses, Daddy
Heart racing, I lifted the lid off the sugar bowl. There was another note inside. With trembling fingers, I opened it and read: BUY YOURSELF SOMETHING SPECIAL… MORE KISSES… DADDY. And inside the note, folded like a small Halloween trick or treat, was a fifty dollar bill.
Tears sprang to my eyes. Could it be, I wondered. Was he, after all this time, as he'd done the first time Mummy ran off with Tom, the time at the lake, preparing to bring his magnificent, swollen cock to me? The thought made me dizzy. I threw my arms wide, yelled and spun and danced about like a nitwit.
Abruptly I stopped. What would I buy, I wondered. A new dress? Something sleazy? Perhaps one of those kinky knit things Mummy always wore? No! I decided-I mustn't do anything to remind him of Mummy. A negligee!
Something soft and black and see-through… something to make him see and think only of me.
I raced to the bathroom and showered and brushed the grubby taste of Mr. George from my mouth. I flew to my room and dressed. I glided on winged feet from the house and waltzed happily down the street to the Simon place.
Debbie and Popsy were at it again. They were wrapped around each other, in Popsy's big bed, where, since the day we three christened the room, they'd been doing their thing. They were too absorbed to hear me come in or see me standing there. I leaned back against the doorjamb to listen and watch.
"Fuck!" said Popsy. "Sweet little cunt of yours smells like old tuna this morning."
"Shush up!" Debbie, her cute little ass in his face, six 'n 'nine as usual, took hold of Popsy's stiff, stubby cock, and mouthed the head. She moved her hips back to give him a better look at her gash.
"Ain't been washed," observed Popsy. "Spunky little sucker, you. After last night… fuck! No wonder you smell like a herring."
Debbie abandoned his log. "Thought you said tuna?"
"Fishy!"
"I'll go douche."
Popsy grabbed her ankle as she started off the bed. Debbie giggled and twisted. They wrestled. Popsy pinned her.
"Wanna fuck me again today?" asked Debbie. In reply, Popsy moved down and coaxed her legs apart with his bony knees. Again Debbie giggled. Again they became all arms and legs and abandon.
Astonished, I watched. How had she managed it, I wondered. Popsy, I knew, was dead set against straight fucking his daughter-was all tied up in Daddy's hang ups about incest. Yet there they were! Doing the thing; Popsy's pink doughy ass humping away, his log stoking Deb's twat as if they'd fucked hundreds of times before. I was amassing an uncanny respect for Debbie's seductive ability. She was full of hotsy surprises; first Daddy, then Mr. George-Mr. Levine, too, I wondered-and now…
"Fuck, that's some good pussy!" shouted Popsy. "Sweet little mother dick snapper, you. Never thought I'd be pokin' ya there. Never thought! Never thought!" He covered one button tit with his open wet mouth and humped.
"Don't… wow! Go so fast," breathed Debbie. "Fuck!"
"You'll… holy cow! You'll come too soon, hey. Like last night. "Member? Slow down some."
Popsy's hips churned less furiously. They lay with their feet toward the door and I could see every stroke, every ripple along the inside of Debbie's young thighs. She had grown a complete mat down on her pert little pussy, short and curly blue-black hairs, an adorable wedge. Now it glistened with sweat. And her bright pink gash spewed juice on the sheet each time Popsy backed off to thrust.
Despite the soreness, my cunt began to tingle.
I had to restrain myself from reaching for the hem of the mini. But today, tonight in particular, was going to be special, I reminded myself… recalling the sweet words, the promise Daddy had left me. I still couldn't believe he actually meant to fuck me, couldn't believe he had overcome the incest thing which Popsy apparently had come to grips with. But whatever he wanted, whatever the promise entailed, was okay by me. Just so it was Daddy. Just so I could again hold his long, veiny cock, kiss it, suck it, drink the cum from his nuts, and know that he loved me.
A bit envious, jealous and happy for Debbie at the same time, I watched her wiggle and buck her slim hips beneath Popsy. He grunted. She cooed and sighed. They fucked slowly, lazily… as if nothing in the world mattered except reaching orgasm. I moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. For although today was special, mine and Daddy's day, it was a long time 'til nightfall.
Popsy paused, little uncircumcised cock suck deep in Debbie, to blink at em. "Fuck! There she is. Pretty cocksucker, you."
Debbie's bright eyes smiled up at me.
"Boy!" I said. "Thought you two were strictly oral genital. When did all this happen?"
"Last night," explained Debbie. " 'Course we still dig sucking and like that, but last night Popsy was telling me about how him and the old lady used to screw. Wow! You should've been here, Kat. He got so fucking hotsy about it he slipped it to me before either of us knew what was happening. 'Course I helped some. I wouldn't let 'im stop talking 'til it was too late. And once he had me shafted… wow! He liked it so much, my tight pussy, I mean, the National Guard couldn't have stopped us if they'd barged in-tanks and all!" She reached down to fondle the roots of the cock in her belly. "Right, Pops?"
Grinning like a fool, Popsy blurted, "Fuck, yeah!"
I thought it was darling. Debbie and Popsy were the perfect example of why Daddy's weird Incest hang ups were so utterly foolish. I told them so. "And don't stop on account of me" I said, pushing down on Popsy's ass to get him started again.
They resumed the slow, delicious rhythmic fuck motion. I moved to the foot of the bed where I could see everything. I watched Popsy's wet dick slip snugly in and out of the tiny slit below Deb's new fur coat. I watched their assholes wink… as if sharing a joke with me. I watched Popsy's cute hairless balls slap the smooth cheeks of his daughter's round ass… retreat, slap, retreat.
Unable to resist any, longer, I moved my hand up the inside of Popsy's leg and cupped his pink cubes. He squealed.
"Don't stop," I repeated, enjoying the feel of my fingers brushing Debbie's hot crack with each poke. I kicked off my heels and, lying down on my belly between their widespread legs, brought my face to within inches of the action. It was a kinky idea. We had never before done it that way-sucking and fucking together. So I waited until Popsy pulled back for a lunge, then darted my tongue across the underside of the roots of his cock.
Popsy shivered. "Suck it sweet fuck down there," he whispered weakly.
Debbie raised her knees high. "Do me, too, Kat. Lick the bottom part of my pussy."
I tried to oblige, but her cunt was too low and I couldn't get my face under the space between Popsy's shaft and the sheet. I studied the situation for a moment. Suddenly I remembered how Tom had used the pillow to elevate my behind. "Hold it," I told them, doing as Tom had done -propping Debbie's round, tender ass, like a split melon, on a pillow from the head of the bed.
"Wow!" breathed Debbie, holding fast to Popsy so he wouldn't slip out. "That's the greatest! Now I can feel his prick all the way up in my belly button."
"And now I can do you," I said.
Popsy, who now was kneeling motionless legs wide apart to give me room to work-between Debbie's spread thighs, reached back to guide my head under the leg bridge: He pushed my face against Debbie's rear split. My hair tickled his cubes, his buttocks. He squirmed about above me while I teasingly tongue both of them."
Debbie, too, soon began to squirm. "Fuck out my cunt" she told Popsy. "Katty… Oh! Yummy! Do me, Popsy. Ow! OW.
Panting loudly, Popsy began to hump: I licked the base of his pistoning shaft, Debbie's asshole and lower cunt, as they screwed. The smell was fantastic; cock, pussy and asshole, filling my sinuses. But Popsy was sure right about Debbie, I thought. She smelled like herring for sure, and as her twat became sloppier, stretched and sopping, spewing its love juice all over the place, I began to have doubts about my face being down there.
Popsy took care of that. Making noises like a rutting boar, apparently nearing a nut, he closed his legs on my neck. I was trapped. "Fuck off!" I bellowed.
It did me absolutely no good. I might as well have been talking to myself. For now Popsy and Debbie were lost in the red haze of lust… Debbie whining her sweet little love noises… churning her bottom as if her hips were being driven by a high-speed reducing machine… Popsy grunting and squealing his semi-coherent dirty words.
I made the best of it. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Sloppy, yes, but kind of kinky and cool. I drove my middle finger up Debbie's behind, closed my fist on Popsy's pink balls, and continued to lick.
"Fuck-a-suck-coming!" roared Popsy, planting the last inch of his stub in Debbie's bush and squeezing my head unmercifully between his tense legs.
"Wowwwwwww!" cried Debbie.
Ooodles and oodles of cum blasted off in my face. It spurted from Popsy's pink cock buried deep inside Debbie's gash and poured out like a stuffed drain being plunged. It covered my chin, dripped down. It soaked the sheets. It got caught in the sparse hair of Popsy's cubes, formed tiny cum droplettes, and hung there until I licked the last one away.
After Popsy had spurted the last blast, his legs grew slack, and I hastily scrambled out from beneath what had seemed like a waterfall of spunk. I used the edge of the sheet to wipe my face. I glared at them. I sniffled. I huffed. "I liked it better when you two were just sucking," I finally hollered.
When Popsy had left for work, patting both our behinds before dashing out of the house, I let Debbie read Daddy's notes and we sat for over an hour discussing the possibilities. By then, it was too late for school. We decided to cut classes that day. For aside from not wanting to deal with Mr. Hotsy Levine, Vic, and all the other boys who now knew I put out, there was extra-special shopping to do.
We went to a matinee movie, prolonging the delicious anticipation of buying my negligee. It was mid afternoon by the time we came out. We spent the rest of the day going from store to store… trying on something here, window browsing there. Until finally, as if it had been placed there especially for me, a mannequin wearing a gauzy black cloud appeared.
"There it is," I whispered, hands pressed to the plate glass window. "Daddy'll flip, go absolutely crazy when he sees me in that."
We rushed into the store, made the purchase, and stepped out into the first hint of dusk. I was lightheaded. For I knew, although I still couldn't actually believe it, that Daddy, wonderful Daddy, with his long insatiable cock, was going to abandon the guilt, untie the knots in his head, completely forget I was his KittyKat-Kathie, and make wild, passionate, insane groovy love to me.
"It's simple," said Debbie as we waited for the bus. I had told her about Mr. George, about what he'd said about her, and about all the trouble I'd been having lately with Daddy. "Mr. George was like that, too," she continued. "He didn't want me to suck him off at first. "You're too fucking young!" he said. "Dickheads! A baby!" Ha! I told him a thing or two! What it was is he had the same kooky incest thing… like your daddy, I mean. They're all like that at first. Know what Mr. George said when I asked him to take it out?"
"Uh-uh."
Debbie giggled. "Well, there I was-all bent over the fender with my behind on his cock. And wow! Did he ever have a monster! It was halfway up my belly even with clothes on. Holy wow… did he ever want to fuck! But when I told him it was okay, that I wanted him to, he said, 'Shit! I'm old enough to be your father!' See?" She brushed a lock of hair from her brow. Wide-eyed, she grinned at me.
Fucking Debbie seemed to know everything! I thought. And all fucking grown-ups were dopey! I made a mental note for the book: ALL GROWN-UPS ARE DOPEY!
"How'd you make Popsy do you?" I asked, compiling ammunition to go with the negligee.
"Oh, that was easy," bragged Debbie. "I wouldn't suck him off… for two whole days! Then, last night, I got him all dopey with talk about screwing Mother. Wow! You should've heard! I never even knew they fucked. Mother was always telling me cover this, cover that! And all the time she was fucking Popsy in the bathtub, on the floor-all over the place. So when I got Popsy talking about it, with a two day hard-on and all, he forgot all about suck ing. Honest, Katty-he was like a caveman. Brutal! Yummy! You should've seen. He half carried, half dragged me upstairs, threw me down on the floor, and in three seconds flat, if that long, had his cock out of his pants and under my skirt and into my twat. Wow!" Again she giggled. She thrust her hips… as if she and Popsy were doing it right there at the bus stop. "He was so kinky about it," she added, "he kept calling me Mother's name all the time we were screwing."
I saw the bus in the distance. Lovingly I clutched the box containing the black negligee. I was all fluttery inside. "Just think," I told Debbie. "If Daddy bangs me tonight, and if Mummy doesn't come home, and if nothing else happens to fuck it all up again, you and me and Popsy and Daddy-all four together-can take turns sleeping over and really have fun."
"Super wow!" agreed Debbie.
The last breath of daylight was waning when I said good night to Debbie, and, nipples erect with longing, cunt wet with anticipation, entered the house. Inside, too, it was near dark. I recalled the night I came home to find Daddy and Mummy sprawled on the bed in the master bedroom, and stood at the door watching them do their thing. My pulse quickened. For now just as on the night Mummy had her lovely face raped-the bedside lamp in Daddy's room, a faint, diffused glow, was the only sign of life in the quiet house.
I started for the master bedroom, stopped. I thought for a moment. The package containing the negligee seemed suddenly heavy. Abruptly I crossed the living room and tiptoed down the hall to my own room.
I undressed slowly, the headboard lamp at my back, pausing before the dresser mirror to admire my firm young body as each garment fell. I fondled my breasts. I looked over my shoulder to see myself in panties, then without, tightening my buttocks, watching them jiggle, standing with legs wide apart. Daddy adored my plump ass. Of course, he liked other things, too -my pert breasts, which had' grown half an inch since the day at the lake, and the sweet little triangle of kinky black curls atop and between my full, anxious white thighs. But my ass, the tender half moons of flesh even I adored, naked or clothed, held the power of making his dick rise faster and harder than anything I knew.
Shivering, I perfumed my body with cologne I'd snitched from Mummy because it was Daddy's favorite. I massaged it into my tits, over my lower belly, and, most especially, in the tight curls of my pussy. I rubbed some in the crack of my ass and almost giggled. It tickled… until a drop slid down to my shitter and made me jump around, trying not to yell.
"Just for you, Daddy," I whispered while unwrapping the package containing the black negligee. I held it up to the lamplight. It was perfect; see-through without the jacket like second piece, but tantalizingly "almost transparent" with the sleazy over piece on. I closed my eyes, held it to my cheek. I could imagine Daddy's reaction when, smelling like fresh-cut roses, I glided into his bedroom.
Moments later, I stood at the open door. Daddy appeared to be sleeping. He lay flat on the bed, long, powerful legs crossed at the ankle, forearm resting on his brow. I drew breath through my teeth. The lips of my pussy grew tight. I could see his magnificent cockhead -pink, already hard-at the leg band of the shorts.
"Daddy?"
He stirred, but his eyes remained closed. Was he dreaming of me, I wondered. Did he, at that very moment, inside his head, have that lovely hard cock in my belly? Dizzy, the pneumatic thing in my chest pumping a frenzied love chant, I moved to the foot of the bed. My cheeks burned. Goosebumps popped out on my flesh. Now I could see his nuts, pubic hair, and thought sure I was going to faint before he touched me.
Daddy coughed, uncrossed and recrossed his legs, and dropped the forearm from his brow. His eyes fluttered open. Uncertainly, as if trying to figure out who I was, he blinked. His gaze darted from the high closed neck of the negligee, to the points of my tits, to where the over piece hung open at the top of my thighs. Through the black gauze, he could see the blacker wedge of my pussy, I knew. And how he stared I He seemed to be eating me, tonguing my sopping wet love hole, frantically sucking my cunt, with his dark eyes.
"Like it?" Holding the over piece away from my body, as if I were a butterfly coming out of a silken cocoon, I spun around and around and stopped, within reach, at the side of the bed.
"It's… ahhh… it's…"
"Sexy?" I prompted, preening.
"Sexy!"
Ecstatic, I moved closer to the bed. "I bought it especially for you. See this?" I toyed with the ribbon holding the neck of the over piece closed. "All you do is pull this, and…"
Daddy growled. His huge hand closed on my wrist. Roughly he yanked me down across his hard body. His lips covered mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and his hand sought a way into the lower part of the negligee.
It was heavenly. I heard the new negligee rip, but didn't much care. I didn't much care about anything except the rough hand cupping my pussy… rubbing… fingers seeking my love hole. I made it easy by throwing one leg over his thighs… spreading wide… taking his anxious fingers into my cunt. I groped at the fly of the shorts, found his stiff cock. He gasped as my small fist closed tightly around it.
Finally Daddy broke the kiss. Staring deep into my smiling eyes, handsome face flushed, fingers motionless in my pussy, he said, "I've been crazy, Kitty-Kat. You, me, the things we've done-Christ! What… what's wrong with me, anyway?"
My heart leaped into my throat "Oh, Daddy… you're not starting that dopey incest stuff again, are you?"
"Incest? Incest? Take this fuckin' thing off!" Daddy tore at the black over piece, shredded it. Next he tore the panty-like bottom off. His strong hands gripped my buttocks, crushed my lower body to his. "I must be nuts!" he roared.
"A girl like you, everything a man could ask for, and all this time, me fucking you every which way, and too goddam hokey upstairs to take what I wanted. Well, daughter or not, no fucking more! Hear?" Pulling me higher on his muscular body, he kissed my nose, my eyes. The smooth head of his magnificent cock brushed lightly against the open lips of my cunt.
"Daddy. Oh, Daddy."
"Never mind all that ok, Daddy shit! Let's get the rest of this fuckin' thing off you-my shorts, too-and then tell me about it in the way you know best."
I kissed his lips, scrambled away, took the negligee top off over my head and tossed it atop the shreds at the foot of the bed. Momentarily, while Daddy came out of the shorts, I considered the expensive, gauzy ploy. Fucking dumb Daddy! I thought. For months he'd refused to fuck me, then he gives me the money to buy something "special," then he rips the freaking thing to frigging bits!
Boy! I didn't think I'd ever understand men… grown-ups, fathers in particular, with their hard-ons and hang ups and like that. They were making me crazy!
"Now get your sweet ass, your pussy, back here," ordered Daddy. He had rid himself of the shorts, and his prick, the long veiny thing I adored, stood up from the thick mat of cock hair like the Washington Monument.
Mouth thick with saliva, I fell with my face in his lap. I kissed his nuts, the hairy roots of his shaft… flattened my tongue at the base and licked up. I licked the tip, the aperture… drew the hot swollen glans into my mouth. I sucked the tip and watched his face become a tortured pleasure mask.
"Christ! Not that way, Katty. Not now I… I've been waiting for this all day… thinking about your pussy… about how tight it was that day on the sofa. About… Oh Jesus! About what you said about wanting me to flick you. About… Motherfucker! Stop! You… you'll make me come in your face, and tonight… ummm! Tonight I gotta shoot off in that sweet little cave between your thighs."
I let his hard cock pop out of my face. Teasingly, I said, "Will you buy me a new negligee?"
"Anything you want, Kitten."
Holding his dick in my hand, slowly jerking him off, I kissed his navel, his chest. "And will you let Debbie and Popsy stay over so we can swap… you, Debbie, me…"
"Joe Simon? That fat degenerate fucking my little girl? I'll kill 'im! I'll…"
"So the four of us can fuck?" I insisted, fiercely whacking his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"So you can fuck Debbie and I can flick Popsy, and the four of us can do one another in one bed?"
"Okay. Okay only stop! Let go before I shoot off… and get your cunt up here."
I threw myself on him. "Then fuck me."
"Katty. Baby. Sweetheart"
"Don't talk anymore. Stick your dick up my pussy. Fill me with cum."
Daddy groaned. Again he gripped the halves of my ass. "Katty… put it in for me," he choked.
I reached down, took hold of his jerking cock, and placed the throbbing glans at the mouth of my pussy. "Do it," I whispered. "Shove it up me. Quick. I can't wait anymore, either. I… oh, darn it. Hur-ree!"
Daddy raised his knees, spreading my legs even wider, opening the cheeks of my ass. I sobbed as the tip parted the lips of my vulva, paused as if breathing the rich female smell, then bored in a few inches.
"More. All of it, Daddy." I raised up on hands and knees, looked down to watch the magnificent thing going in. Two-thirds was outside my pussy, rock-hard, veins fat and blue and pulsing. I watched it pull back to the head. "I love you," I cried as the shaft started back into my gash. "I love you! I… OWWWWWWW!"
Daddy drove. his rigid cock deep inside my cunt. One hand came away from my ass, encircled one firm breast, and steered the hard little pink nipple to his wet mouth. He sucked as I struggled to get the last inches of meat, lovely hot dick, Daddy dick, up my belly. I felt his driving prick jump within me. He pulled back and drove… planting the glans almost as high as Mr. George had driven his telephone pole.
A finger slipped up my ass and wiggled against the thin tissue abutting the marvelous thing filling my twat. I worked my vagina, my belly. I mashed my little black wedge on the coarse hair grinding, creating a delicious friction, at the lips of my pussy.
"God, it's good," said Daddy. "Why the fuck did I wait so long? What a cunt! The hottest, tightest…"
Abruptly Daddy rolled me onto my back.
Now he raised up on his hands, as I had done, suspended himself above me. He watched as he stoked. Chest heaving, eyes glazed, he pulled back, stroked, pulled back… faster and faster… planting his dick to the roots with each thrust… huge hairy balls bouncing off the underside of my ass.
"Fuck harder, Daddy. It's wonderful. I love you soooo!" I raised my legs, locked my ankles high on his back. I sent my hips driving upward, tiny inner cunt muscles nipping the length of the barb sending white-lightning flashes zipping up my spine. I was nearing orgasm. I felt it building-tickling the end of my clit, and racing around like crazy inside my love hole.
Suddenly, apparently sensing the tension the, eagerness m my body, Daddy slowed down. He let his weight fall on me. Gripping my tiny waist m his powerful hands, he held me still and stopped thrusting.
"Nooo! Don't stop, Daddy, please. I… OWWW! I'm almost there. Keep fucking… make your dick move. PLEEZE!"
"Go easy, Kitten. You're so good… so fucking… ummm! So fucking fantastic down there I… ah, Christ! Give those strong little hips a rest. Let my dick soak. I don't want it to end. Too good. No pussy was ever this good."
"Do… do you really like fucking me, Daddy?"
"Sweet cunt in heaven! What a question! Does a cowboy like riding horses?"
"Better than having your cock sucked?"
"I'll… ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'll let you know later, baby. Right now… ummm! Honey what the fuck you got in there? I… ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Butterflies! A million wings batting the head of my joint. It… Jesusmary! It's like hot velvet. Milk it, Katty. Keep that snug little pussy working."
I wrapped my arms tight around his wide shoulders, lifted my hips, and moved my pelvis, cunt, and ass around and. around, up and down, grinding with all my might on the meat dagger in my lower belly. I opened my mouth for his tongue, sucked as if It was another, smaller, less appealing cock-a pink cock like Popsy's cute peg-drilling into my face. Now I was glad I'd let Mr. George screw me. For he had stretched my channel, it seemed, and now Daddy's long, wonderful hard-on, harder than ever before, fit perfectly. It throbbed deep inside me… made the walls of my cunt swell and ache. And although it slipped in and out smoothly-because of the elasticity the sopping wetness, the juices flowing inside my pussy, I supposed-it fit as if it once was a part of me, and, like a tooth, had been extracted, leaving the burning emptiness it now filled.
Daddy's lips deserted mine, returned to my taut nipples and sucked and licked greedily. His hands returned to my bottom. Brutally, digging his strong fingers into my flesh, he gripped. As suddenly as before, without warning or a word, he switched tempo.
I gasped as he pulled back to the mouth if my cunt. I thought sure the head would slip out. But one beautiful lunge, one powerful thrust of Daddy's hips, planted the glans back at the end of my channel. I churned faster… hips doing a frantic, abandoned, intoxicating bump and grind. My arms and legs ached from clinging to him. But my pussy ached even more with the need to be filled with hot, sticky semen.
"Love me, Daddy," I sighed. "Fuck faster. Faster. Faster and harder. Hard as you can."
"Let's finish the other way, baby. Like we started. You on top." Daddy-waited for me to unwind my legs, then rolled, as before, placing my astraddle him one more.
"Oh, Daddy. It's so good. Don't ever…ohhh! Never ever stop doing me. Just keep fucking. Faster. Real fast now. Fast as you can… ow! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
With the force of a Mack truck crashing into a wall, Daddy slammed his magnificent stiff cock up my pussy. Again and again. Faster and faster… seeming to bore deeper each time. With my knees at his waist, cunt dripping its juices down the length of his meat each time it came out, he lifted my buttocks and arched the shaft into me.
My fucking grew wilder. I bounced my ass up and down… whining, reaching for the bright light far at the back of my head behind my closed eyes. Every muscle in my lower body was rigid, yet I bobbed like a float on a lake of sensual delight. His cock pistoned into me. Faster. Faster still. The lips at the mouth of my inner cunt quivered and tried to squeeze the cum up from his nuts.
"Make it shoot, Daddy," I begged. "Hurry and come with meeeeeeee!"
"Just keep doing… oh, baby, that's so fucking good I wanna die. Keep it going, honey. Your high school clint has a college education. You're making me crazy. I wanna… ahhhhhh! I wanna eat you and ream out your asshole, and put my joint in your face, but more than anything right now, more than anything ever, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta… ahhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A tremendous tremor, like an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, swelled the glans of the dick deep in my pussy. I bore down. "Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Daddy let go of my buttocks, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me as I had never before been kissed. Ass raised high off the bed, he held his long cock buried to the hilt in my gash. He sucked my soft lips and ground pubic hair against my wedge.
I felt the first blast of hot cum and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed his spitting tool. Skyrockets went off in my head. My mouth fell open and took his probing tongue. My thighs became mush. It was the absolute best, the creamiest, the hottest load ever. Spurts and spurts. Gallons, it seemed. It ricocheted off the cervix at the end of my channel, glided like molten lava down the sensitive inner walls of my sheath, and seeped out to coat the puffed outer lips with liquid fire.
I couldn't breathe. I tore my lips away as the last cum geyser blew its smoking head. I gasped. I ground my pussy down, seeking more. Orgasm after orgasm wracked my body, and I didn't want it to end.
"Katty. You're beautiful. The best." Daddy's hand slipped around to my bush, toyed with the hair while he bathed in the afterglow of our union.
"Is it better than Mummy's… my pussy, I mean?
Daddy groaned. In reply, he lifted his hips and expanded and contracted his cock. "I used to think your mother was good," he said, one hand going to my tits, the other still massaging my bush. "But that was way back. When I first screwed her in the car, the time you heard me talk about that day in the living room-well, it was like my first piece of ass. I had others… three, maybe four. But never like that! Christ! I remember one, the first piece of hot gash in my life, who was so embarrassed she wouldn't let me look at her, and cried and jumped out of the car afterwards. Can't even remember her name anymore. Then the others… all quickies… my car was a whorehouse on wheels, and all those sweet little bitches were self-conscious of the cock hole between their thighs. And then came your mother. Jesus! She was scared and shy, and-but once I got her panties down, once she got a taste of stiff cock in her belly, there was no stopping her. We used to screw three, maybe four times a day. And once I began getting the good stuff-well, I thought, 'Fuck those other dumb broads!' I lost touch. All that sweet young pussy around, and I spent most of my high school and college years fucking only your mother I guess I sort of forgot what really good young pussy is like… pussy like yours!" As he spoke, his dick, which had begun to grow slack after we came, began pulsing once more. He pinched my hard nipples. His eyes devoured me.
"Tell me about the ones after Mummy," I coaxed, recalling what Debbie had said about making Popsy talk and talk about fucking. Daddy, too, was like that, I knew. Hotsy talk really turned him on. And my cunt, my engorged little love hole, was famished for more stoking.
"Evlyn. She was the best," continued Daddy, a familiar, far-away look in his eye. "Christ! Could that one polish a hot knob! Any fucking time, any place. Once she blew me in the back of a taxi, and almost made the driver plow us into a pole, trying to watch in the rear-view mirror. Good redheaded pussy, too… all-around lay. I remember one night, after she sucked me off twice we fell asleep nude on the rug on the living room floor. She was still out when I opened my eyes, There she was… lying on her stomach… legs spread open like hedge shears… sweet fucking cheeks glowing pink-white in the dark. Jesus! Pussy from head to toe!"
Daddy's dick bucked like a nervous bronc inside my corral. I watched him glance down to the roots of the meat in my twat. Gently he shafted in and out… watching… me, too… each of us fascinated by the simple complexities of fucking.
"I'd been fucking all day-your mother, the girl who lived next door to the place me and Tom shared," said Daddy, going on about Evlyn. "I was beat. But one look at that ass… soft… almost as soft as-" his hands returned to my bottom, kneaded gently-"this! One look at that and my joint shot up like a crowbar. I felt her… rubbed cum juice from her cunt all over my joint. 'Evlyn baby,' I whispered. 'What a fucking ass! Two pillows! Soft! Lemme fuck it, huh, honey?' But Christ! She'd sucked me so long, so hard, she just lay there sleeping. There was something fucking sexy about screwing broads while she slept. Like rape! Like taking what I wanted against her will. I burrowed my face into the hot crack of her ass. She didn't even peep when I spread her cheeks, stuck my nose in the fuzz at her anus, and smelled. Man! What a sweet stink! There's no fucking smell in the world to compare with girl-asshole!" His fingers found the crack of my ass, spread the smooth half moons. His stink-finger tapped at the door.
"Oh, Daddy." Abruptly I lifted my hips, unshafting my cunt from his long, sloppy wet cock.
"Wha…?"
"Wait!" I scrambled away, lay on my belly, legs scissored, beside him on the cool sheet. "Was she lying like this? Legs all the way open, I mean… so you could see everything while you smelled her down there?"
"Just like that. Christ!"
"What happened then?"
"I… I… motherfucker, you're fine!" Slipping lower on the bed, Daddy spread the cheeks of my ass and smelled my tight shitter. "Nothing like asshole. Nothing!"
"Eat it then, Daddy. Like you did Evlyn. Eat my cunt while you tell. Show and tell" I giggled. I could imagine a little girl bringing her daddy to class, to show and tell fucking. It was a silly thought, I knew. And I was feeling anything but silly right then. My cunt was so hot, so wet, so hungry, I thought sure I'd pop off before he got me shafted again.
"I… I fucked around some… licking… sucking her asshole and cunt. Like this."
"Dad-deeeeee!" I thrashed about as his slippery tongue whipped from my sphincters, to my love hole, back. I felt his damp breath move up the open crack of my ass. His crushing weight came down on my back.
"Then I decided to ream her," said Daddy, voice grating, the swollen head of his tool probing my anus. "Evlyn… you beautiful little cocksucker! Don't wake up! Don't… but fuck! She began to stir, and I wanted to take it/"
"Take it, Daddy. PLEEZE! Take iiiiiiiiit!"
"No! I backed off, waited."
"Fucking Daddy!"
"I fucked around some more… spreading the pouting lips of her cunt… juicing her up… getting that red pussy ready for meat. Then, when her breathing became regular, when I was sure she was sleeping again, I slipped my stiff cock slowly up her tight gash."
"Ohhh! Yes, Daddy. Yessssss!" I lifted my hips into the nozzle parting the outer lips of my cunt. I had never before been fucked from behind… not in the pussy, I mean. Now I felt the fat glans filling the outer hall of my sheath and driving slowly, but relentlessly, steadily in, closer and closet to the velvety tightness of my upper well.
"She didn't even peep," choked Daddy. "I stuck my prick in her gash and penetrated, inch by inch, and… ahhhhhhhhhhh! Like a glove! Cunt muscles drawing me in as if… ummm! Good! Pulling my joint up into her belly as if the inside of her box was lined with pinhead suction cups. Christ MOTHER! What a sweet fucking lay!"
Daddy set his cock in motion. The glans tOlle high into my wet vagina, drew back, pounded. What a wonderful, gorgeous night, I thought. And the book! I suddenly remembered the book me and Debbie had been talking about for ever so long. What a fantastic, incredibly sexy, magnificent ending this night would make.
"Katty," sighed Daddy against my long black hair. "Who gives a fuck about Evlyn? About anybody? All I want from now on is you!"
I forgot about the book and became engrossed in the wild sensations Daddy's. long veiny dick was causing throughout my feverish young body. I gyrated my ass. I sobbed. I chewed my lower lip, the pillow. My titties, my smail, cherry-topped boobs, rubbed against the sheet irritating the nipples in the most delightful way. My thighs quivered. My asshole opened and closed, tantalized by the coarse cock hair mashing against it with each stab of the thing pushing me toward another Technicolor arid white creamy plateau. I took it all… ten delicious inches of hot Daddy man-meat-stoking my hairy, sopping wet love hole, with not the slightest sign of reservation.
Oh! How I loved him! I didn't think I'd ever love anyone as I loved Daddy.
For a while we fucked with me on my belly, then Daddy coaxed my hips high and made me crouch on hands and knees. He, too, raised up on his knees, close behind me. Holding my hips, as If he were reaming my ass, he slammed the full length of his gigantic cock into me.
"Fuck it, Daddy," I cried. "Do me! Do me good!"
Daddy grunted and strained. "Jesus! I can't get enough of you, Katty. Lookit that tight asshole wink. Spread your legs wider, honey. Lemme see everything. I love to watch my joint sliding into you."
Resting my cheek on the pillow, I spread my legs as wide as they'd go… until my crotch, my pussy, my asshole, felt as if they were going to rip. Now I could see, too. I watched his cock working. I watched it come out of my cunt covered with goo: go in, come out… each poke adding rings of white lubricant to the mess at the roots of his shaft. I reached back, between my trembling thighs, took hold of and fondled his low-slung, wrinkled nuts.
"Don't squeeze 'em, baby," warned Daddy. "Chrissakes, don't! You… you're making me c-c-come!"
"Do it. I want you to."
"Not yet. Not…"
"Hurry! Shoot off with me. I… oh, Daddy. Hurry. Hurreee! I… I…daddee e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e!"
"K-Katty baby." Daddy's hips went berserk. Reaching around and under my belly, he drove two fingers into my cunt at the top of my slit and teased my hard clit while he stoked. His other hand went to my ass. One fat finger twisted up my tight shitter. He pounded. The front of his thighs slapped loudly against the back of mine.
And then we were coming again… together… the sound of our thighs meeting, flesh smacking flesh, echoing throughout the room, as if there were an audience applauding our union. Daddy planted the spitting, pulsating head of his sex at the top of my upper channel, held.It there, and filled my vagina with oodles of sticky semen. I closed my eyes, bit my lip and let my ass grind out the last of his declaration of love.
When it was over, when we lay on our backs, side by side, panting, covered with sweat-our lower bodies covered with cum and cunt goo-I held his long, limp wet hose in my hand and began planning our future. Daddy had already agreed to having Debbie and Popsy sleep over. Now I considered others: Mr. George, Lois, all those me and Debbie had caught fucking. I considered Mr. Hotsy Levine, Vic, the other boys at school. The possibilities were endless.
"Well?" Daddy grinned at me.
"Hi!"
"Never mind that hi shit. How the fuck can I tell whether I like your pussy or your cock sucking better when you haven't given me a knob job in weeks?"
I crinkled my nose. "It's all soft and… and dumb-looking. Look at it."
Arms folded across his chest, propped on the pillows at the head of the bed, Daddy glanced soberly down the length of his muscular body. "So suck it up," he ordered.
Not the least bit reluctant, I went down on him. But as I took the head of his limp cock into my face, I noticed the small note pad and pen on the bedside table. I blinked. A light went on inside my head. With his deflated hose hanging from the side of my mouth, I reached across him and gathered the writing implements up in my hot little hand. Then, lying on my belly between his spread thighs, I planted the pad on his lower abdomen, opened to a clean page, pushed the button atop the ballpoint pen, and wrote:
Book: page I… 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.