Chapter 9
Henry Trent had reached the bedroom door of Mike's petite red-haired wife Ruth, tested the knob and found it open, quickly slipped in. He could hear Ruth's regular breathing, and he grinned to himself as he unbelted his robe and let it fall to the floor. Wiry and naked, his prick already violently swollen in readiness, he approached the bed. As his eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness, he could make out the delicious, curvaceous figure lying on one side, her bottom towards him the covers and sheets drawn up about her neck. Very carefully he reached out to take hold of them and slightly tug them to see if she were clutching them. She wasn't. Gradually they slipped down and he gasped in admiration. Ruth Trent slept raw, except for a silver anklet on her right ankle. Her saucy bottom was turned to him, the pouting inner edges of the velvety tawny globes broadening at the base in that tantalizing orifice of pleasure, her delectable and still virgin temple of Sodom
He got very cautiously into bed with her, holding his breath as he felt the bed creak under his weight. For a moment, her breathing halted, then resumed its natural easy rhythm. He exhaled a sigh of relief, and now he groped for his flashlight, then remembered he had left it in the discarded bathrobe and swore under his breath. What he really wanted to do was turn on the lights and see Ruthie bare-ass naked. He'd always suspected she had a few freckles on her back, and he was wondering just how far down they went, and maybe a cute little birthmark too.
At last he decided to gamble, and carefully reached for the pull-chain of the little night lamp on the table behind him It cast a discreet dim glow, and again he caught his breath with admiration. She was absolutely gorgeous, petite but made like a Venus. What a wonderful ass, and what a deeply dimpled spinal column she had! Yes, there were freckles all the way down to the middle of her back, and they stood out on that smooth tawny skin until his prick fairly ached with longing.
The covers and sheets had been pulled down to the middle of her thighs. Holding his breath, he now reluctantly turned out the light, then moved behind her, fitting himself to her spoon-fashion.
His prick tip brushed the tender perineal groove connecting her cuntal lips with her anus; and at the warm moist contact of that intimate flesh, he almost lost his essence, grinding his teeth and summoning all his strength to hold himself back.
Then very carefully he reached his right hand over toward the curve of her swelling titty, and began to palpate it.
Ruth Trent sighed and squirmed a little, and the effect of that maneuver was to rub her bottom lewdly against his prick so that the head of it goosed her. It served to waken her as well.
"Mike? You naughty boy, are you trying to get in the back door? You know I don't like that and, no, you may not do it. We'll save that for about our tenth anniversary, and maybe not then if you're not a good boy. Now put it in the right place or else go to sleep."
"I'll try, Ruthie honey. Open your legs just a little, though," Henry whispered.
Ruth exhaled a luxurious sigh of sensual content, and obediently lifted her right leg, enough for Henry to arch himself to her, his hand now cupping her panting titty, as he fitted himself to the deliriously moist fleshy lips of her tender cunt.
"Ooooh, that's nice, tease me a little first, Mike lover!" she breathed.
Angled as their bodies were, the first tentative inward push of his prick served to rasp his taut ramrod at a scraping angle along the sensitive tissues of her cuntal sheath, and his withdrawal rubbed the nucleus of her throbbing little clit. Ruth Trent moaned and squirmed a little, reaching her right leg further back till it lay across his hip, and he slipped his left hand round and under her to clamp against her left tittie while he moved his right hand back between their bodies, till he found her clit with the tip of his forefinger and began very slowly to tickle it.
"Ooooh, you darling, how did you know that's what I really wanted you to do best of all?" Ruth's voice was drowsy with sleep, husky and sensual, and her body shivered deliriously as she began to respond to what she believed was her husband's highly romantic and thrilling way of resuming their marital joys of each other.
Henry Trent didn't bother to answer, fearful that the natural sound of his voice might give him away. He was blessing all the gods of luck that Ruthie hadn't recognized him yet. What a hotbox the little bitch was, and what a lucky bastard his nephew was to have someone like this available every night!
Concentrating on tickling her clit, holding himself back to keep from ejaculating prematurely, he muttered a muffled "Damn!" when his prick suddenly slipped out of its moorings. "Ohh, you put it back right away, you wicked boy you," Ruth scolded him, in that titillatingly arousing husky, sleepy-sexual tone of hers which made her sound like a $100 an-hour call girl.
He arched himself, his prickhead slipping here and there over the moist twitching cuntal lips till at last he found the proper angle and thrust himself back, almost to the hilt this time. Ruth Trent moaned and gasped, turning her head slowly this way and that, but still not looking back at the man she supposed was her rightful fucking partner.
His left thumb and forefinger gently plucked and tweaked and pinched her stiffening nipple while his right forefinger moved back and forth over her now throbbing and hardened clitoris. He could feel the wet surging of her innermost love-juices, but the delicious sheath into which he was now burrowed to the balls was still marvelously tight. Again the savage ache which threatened a much too early expulsion of his own essences forced him to halt operations, to close his 'eyes and stiffen himself with all his muscles in revolt against the unwanted impulse. Then the spasm passed, and cautiously he began to draw himself slowly backwards till he reached the very brink of Ruth Trent's churning cunt-hole. Her little gasps and husky moans thrilled him to the very core. Now she reached back one hand, groping for and finding his prick, as with thumb and forefinger she squeezed the bulging shaft just above the scrotum, milking it, whispering, "Let me pump it back and forth inside of me, lover, you know how I love to do that."
How I wish I could change wives for about a month Henry Trent thought enviously as he trembled to the feel of Ruth's expert soft fingers. This little baby is always hot to trot and she's got lots of wonderful ideas. If only poor old Joyce had half her zip in bed maybe I wouldn't go horning around so much Oh well, Thanksgiving only comes once a year, but by God the way Ruthie's pussy feels, I'll cum a dozen times before I go back to bed tonight!
He felt himself being drawn back into her, then pushed out, and then suddenly her fingers dropped from his prick. "Wait a minute-" her voice was suddenly hard with suspicion. "Hey! Get the hell out of here-who the hell do you think you are, you're not Mike!" And then she twisted her face around to stare at him, and her eyes were huge with disbelief: "My God-Uncle Henry! Have you gone absolutely crazy? Mike'll kill you for this!"
"No he won't, baby. Now wait a minute, don't get sore! I happen to know where he is right now."
"Oh do you now? Take it out of me, you low conniving bastard you! I mean it! If you don't, I'll scream the house down!"
Furiously, she twisted herself away, then knelt up, her little hands fists, her face twisted and hostile, divinely naked, an enraged young Venus. "What did you mean by that last crack, Henry Trent?"
"I-er-I mean-well, I think he's talking to Joyce," he hastily improvised.
"I see. It's a hell of a time to talk to a woman in bed, isn't it, Uncle Henry?" she made the last two words sound like Adolf Hitler, her mouth curling with contemptuous scorn. "I'll find out about that for myself later, thank you. But for right now, you get the hell out of my bed and don't you ever try a stunt like this again."
"Aw, Ruthie honey, don't be sore," he tried to pacify her. "Besides, a little while ago, you were dying to get fucked, you know you were."
Then he recoiled with a yowl of surprise and pain, for her fist had smacked vigorously against his cheek. "I said, get the hell out of here or I'll scream! I meant every word of it! I'm not going to tell Mike about this, but I don't think you and I are going to be seeing much of each other from now on. Well, what are you waiting for? And if you see Mike, send him back here. Yes I do want to be fucked, but I happen to love my husband. You've got a perfectly wonderful wife in Joyce, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"I'm going, I'm going, don't get mad," he lamely repeated as he stumbled off the bed, groped for his robe, put it on and then closed the door behind him, swearing under his breath.
He was dying from his hard-on because Ruthie had worked him up to a point where he was just about to have the greatest cum of his whole life, and then she had to go and find out and chase him away, just when a couple of more poking would have made them both go off together. What a damned, unlucky shame! Well anyway, his nephew was going to have a little bit of explaining to do or stay in the doghouse for a good long time. That at least was a cheerful thought.
When he turned on his flashlight along the second-floor hallway, he didn't see anything at all. Mike was probably still in there with Joyce, the young bastard! Well, he had to sleep somewhere tonight. And then he grinned. He moved across the hallway till he came to Elizabeth's door, turned the knob and found it open. He closed and locked it behind him, and moved toward the bed where his daughter lay. "Beth darling," he whispered hoarsely.
"Wh-wh-what who-who is it? Is that you, Cousin Mike? I won't tell, honest!"
"No, it's Daddy, honey."
"Daddy!" Elizabeth sat up quickly, blinking her eyes as the flashlight beam caught her. She was in her pajamas, the cute yellow ones she had worn the night of her spanking and then somewhat drastic initiation into the grownup facts of life. Ts-is anything wrong, Daddy?"
"Shh, honey, everything's fine. I-er-I'm going to buy you that bike you want next week sure. And a big box of candy to go with it."
"Ohh, goody! That's super, Daddy! And you aren't mad at me any more?"
"I never was, baby. Look-er-honey, could you do me an awful big favor? I haven't got time to explain it, and it's going to be our secret, but
I'll see you get some wonderful presents for Christmas, besides the bike and the candy next week, if you'll do me a terrific favor. Would you, pet?"
His voice was hoarse with pleading and anxiety now as he moved to the bed. His swollen, ferociously aching prick bobbed every step of the way, and he was almost blushing like a boy caught filching cookies out of the can in the pantry.
"What do you want me to do, Daddy dear?" she innocently asked.
"I-er-would you put your hand on my th-thing and rub it a little? I think I've got a sort of fever there, and maybe you could take it down. It won't hurt at all, and you'll be doing me a terrific favor, like I said. Would you, angel?"
"You mean you want me to rub you off, Daddy? Sure I'll do it."
"Elizabeth Trent! Sounds to me as if you've learned a lot this weekend, maybe a lot more than you should!"
"Oh well," she airily replied, "I couldn't help it if my own daddy taught me, could I? And you know what Cousin Mike did to me."
"Hmm. We won't discuss that. But will you, anyway, you know-"
"Sure. Only, let's see now," she put her hand to her chin and looked up at the ceiling, like a lovely wise little oracle who is deciding the destiny of unhappy mankind. "I want some special decals for my bike, and I really ought to have a nice new wristwatch, don't you think, Daddy? My own best friend, Joanne, she just got one last week and it isn't even her birthday or anything."
"All right, all right," he testily whispered. "Is that all? You're going to do it for me now, aren't you, honey?"
Trembling with eagerness, his prick aching till he couldn't stand it any more, he had shucked off his bathrobe and stood naked, moving toward the bed now, his eyes hopeful, his face flushed, his nostrils dilating.
"I said I would, and I always keep my promise, Daddy. You and Mommy taught me to do that, you know," she said without the least trace of sarcasm. Just the same, her lovely gray-green eyes were speculatively regarding him, dropping from his face down to his bulging prick and back up to his face again. "And besides the wristwatch, I really ought to have some of those costume pins that they have up at Eckert's. And oh yes, one thing more. I don't want to wear these silly old knee-length socks any more, Daddy. From now on, I want nylons and a little garter belt just like Mommy wears sometimes. All right?"
"Yes, yes, now let's get with it, baby, before I go crazy," he groaned.
"I'm ready now, Daddy," she said softly and demurely.
With a sigh of relief, Henry Trent clambered onto the bed, lay on his back and pillowed his head in his hands, spreading his legs and letting his bulging prick unashamedly tilt upwards. Elizabeth, her long thick glossy braid swaying over her young swelling pear-breasts as she knelt before him and crouched to him, reached out her hands and began to cup his big prick at the base, milking it gently up towards the tip, then rubbing with her thumb pads downwards to the scrotum, back and forth, delicately and gently. His eyes bulged at the thrilling, maddening sensation his precocious teenage daughter thus procured for him. This had been the craziest Thanksgiving weekend he'd ever known in all his life, and it wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. Anyway, he'd saved the company some money. And he'd been the first man ever to find out what a luscious fuckable little piece of pussy his cute little Elizabeth really was, even at fourteen.
"Do you think," he guardedly whispered, "you could give it a nice big kiss, honey?"
"You'll give me everything I said?" she parried, halting her fondling of his prick and looking at him sternly.
"Yes, yes, you can have everything, I said I would, didn't I? Oh my God, hurry up, baby, you don't know how it hurts not to be able to cum yet!"
"Who kicked you out of bed tonight, Daddy?"
"What's that? Now wait a minute, baby, that's going a little too far and hitting below the belt," he indignantly expostulated.
"I know. Only, I couldn't sleep again and I got up once and looked out, and I could have sworn it was you going down the hall and hiding in a closet or something. It looked a lot like your bathrobe, Daddy. And then you didn't come back in all this time, because I sort of waited up for the longest time until I finally fell asleep again, and here you are now."
"All right, you've got another secret. Only I'm not going to tell you what this one is. But you can have everything I said you could. Now will you please for God's sake hurry up and do it?"
"All right," Elizabeth Trent was going to collect on every one of those promised gifts. There was one, however, she intended to collect on, one about which she saw no reason to inform her conniving father. That was about going steady with a terrific fellow Joanne had introduced her to. She was going to see if she couldn't get him to go all the way with her, and maybe use one of those white things pulled down over his thing so it wouldn't give her a baby. After all, now that she wasn't a good girl any more, she might just as well have a little fun out of it until she got married.
So, once again with the exquisitely demure and innocent on her lovely oval face, Elizabeth Trent took hold of her father's prick at the base, cupping it between her palms, and gently moving them back and forth as she bowed her head to the ferociously swollen emblem and nuzzled the glans with her soft lips.
"Aahhh, oh God that's good, oh baby, keep it up, keep it up, please, baby!" he hoarsely implored.
She giggled to herself. Grownups were so silly. All this fuss about going to bed with different people and putting their things into other people's things, and even if it was fun, it didn't have to be so serious. And one thing was for sure, she wasn't ever going to get herself spanked again for doing it her own way with a fellow, and the fellow would be somebody she would pick and tell just what she wanted him to do to her. It was going to be very nice going back to school next week, and even nicer in the months ahead.
She felt so generous, so happy with herself, especially over the stockings and garter belt, that she willingly opened her soft red lips and then delicately sent a gust of breath against his throbbing prickhead.
Henry Trent moaned deliriously. This more than made up for the interrupted fuck with Ruthie. In fact, he had never thought in his most secret fantasy that his nephew's pert red-haired wife would ever French him anyway. So being Frenched by his own delectable and swiftly maturing daughter was a bonus that could hardly have been expected. What was even more maddeningly exciting to every fiber of his being was that the little minx was doing it of her own accord.
"Oh God, baby, that's sensational," he mumbled hoarsely, his eyes glazing as they fixed on her bowed head. "Some man is going to be terrifically lucky, and in not too many more years, if you keep acting like that. Yes, that's it . . . do you think you could put-put it all the way in your mouth, honey? I mean, just the head-I don't want to ask too much of a sweet girl like you. My God, no father ever had a more wonderful daughter. I mean it, Beth darling-oh yes-yes, baby, mmmmm. Oh Jesus, I'll burst if I don't watch out," for her lips had closed over the aching, throbbing plum-shaped glans, and he felt as well as heard a distinct sucking as
Elizabeth, determined to make her father live up to his munificent bargain, intuitively acquired an enchanting technique all her own for giving a grown man head. It was a technique that would serve her most rewardingly in later life-but that, to be sure, is quite another story.
Henry Trent's head turned restlessly from side to side. He cupped both hands over her head, forcing her to swallow more of his agitatedly jerking prick, his eyes rolling nearly to the whites as Elizabeth sucked even more voraciously and noisily. The slush-slush of her soft moist warm lips drove him almost insane with lust, and he shuddered and writhed as he greedily watched her perform "Stop, baby, oh my God, you're killing me," he moaned at last, pushing her flushed face away, and fighting the frenzied urge to burst all his bubbling jism right into her lovely, pert face. She was eyeing him with the most intriguing expression, and it was just as well he couldn't read her mind at the moment.
I bet I know just what Daddy's going to ask me to do next I'll bet the new bike'n stockings'n garter belt'n everything. Yessirree, Daddy's going to want to put that big swollen red thing of his into my little pussy. I don't know if I should let him For sure he's been disappointed by some grownup woman, and I bet I know just who it is, too.
Hmmmmm, of course, if I let him, just one last tiny time, he'd have to give me an awfully wonderful extra present besides the ones he already owes me. Wonder what I ought to ask him for? He looks so unhappy, sitting up now, one hand clamping over his big hard thing, staring at me with calf's eyes What can I get that I don't have but I really honest-to-goodness want?
"Beth, sweetheart," Henry Trent took a deep shuddering breath and stared forlornly at his precocious daughter. God she looked so fuckable in those tight yellow cotton pajamas, and that thick braid of glossy black hair swinging over one flushed cheek!
"Yes, Daddy? Don't you want me to finish taking your-you know-in my mouth, the way I was doing?" Her eyes were big and innocent, her face guileless. Henry Trent dug his nails into his sweating palms. He felt like tanning her rear end till she pleaded to do everything he'd ever wanted from a sweet hot piece of cunt. But he knew that with his luck tonight, that would be exactly the wrong thing to do if he wanted to keep peace in the family and not have Joyce find out what he'd already done to their only daughter. So he forced a cajoling smile to his trembling lips and croaked, "You're so lovely tonight, Beth darling, I just-well, it's this way-"
"I know. Daddy. What you mean is, you really want to fuck me instead of just have me do you with my mouth. Isn't that right?"
His jaw dropped and he regarded her with a dazed, gaping expression.
"Well, don't you?" she artfully persisted, reaching back to smooth her hair and fling it behind her, a gesture which thrust out the boldly ripe young pears of her swelling titties against the tops of the yellow cotton pajamas in a way that instantly decided Henry Trent to pay whatever price Elizabeth would ask for usage of all her naked charms, here and now.
"Y-yes."
"My goodness, Daddy, I'm not a child any more, you ought to know that by now. After all, weren't you the one who did it to me after Cousin Mike paddled me so hard last Wednesday night? You didn't ask me then, though, not really." She giggled teasingly, as she began to undo the first button of her tops, studying her slim fingers and moving them ever so slowly. He watched, hypnotized, willing those soft fingers to go from button to button and then husk off the garment so he could feast his eyes on the smooth jutting globes of Elizabeth's beautiful bouncy, jiggling titties.
"I-I'm asking you now, Beth." His voice cracked with agonized emotion. He glanced disconsolately down at his throbbing, tilting, fiery-red prick.
'Then say it, Daddy. Say you want to fuck me. It's not too much to ask. I mean, I'll bet you've asked lots of grownup women this weekend to do it with you-haven't you, Daddykins?"
He ground his teeth with exasperated lust. She was going just a little too far with her cute blackmail. And the worst thing about it all was, any time she got ornery, she might just make up her mind to tell Joyce what had happened. He wasn't sure what Joyce would do or say if she found out, but he didn't think he wanted to experiment. So, defeated, he ruefully nodded.
"I thought so. I'll bet just about with everybody except Mommy. Though probably Mommy too. She's awfully nice, Daddy. You really ought to love her lots more than you do. I bet if you did, she'd be ever so sweet to you-and then you wouldn't have to ask me if I'd do it with you, would you?"
"N . . . no . . . oh my God, honey, what -I mean-"
His eyes couldn't move from her slim fingers. They had undone two buttons and were starting on the third and her eyes were fixing his with a very intent look. "Say it, Daddy," she repeated. "If I'm going to be treated like a grownup right now. And fucking is for grownups, isn't it? Why, then I want to be asked like one. Say it, Daddy, and I'll let you."
"PI-please, honey, I-I want to fuck you . . . I want to put my cock in your gorgeous tight hot little pussy. Please may I, darling?"
Then he gasped with delight as Elizabeth tugged off the tops, shrugging her shoulders to make her gorgeous firm young titties bounce and jiggle before his glazed, dilated eyes. "Uh huh. Of course I will, if you want me to," she huskily murmured. Then, straightening on her knees, she began to unfasten the waistband of the pajama bottoms and slowly pull them down to the dimpled nook of her bellybutton, then just an inch more so he could see the beginning of her soft silky pubic fleece, black as the braid which flirtatiously dangled back and forth, swaying like a pendulum in front of her demure, studiously composed pert face.
"W-what do you want, angel? I'll give you anything you say," he blurted.
"Well," she said very slowly, frowning and keeping the bottoms pressed just under the start of her delicious smooth young belly, "Mommy says I have to wait till I'm sixteen before I can date boys. Now I think I ought to be smart enough right now to have a movie date. Friday nights, Daddy, after I've done all my schoolwork. Is it a deal?"
"Sure it is, honey. Of course you're a big smart girl, and I don't see any harm in a movie at all."
"I knew you'd feel that way, Daddy. Now you just lie back and get real comfy, and I'll take off my jammies and you can fuck me. Only-don't you think you ought to do something-you know what I mean?"
He could only gawk at his only child, suddenly so wise and crafty, yet so innocent-looking. No, not really, not when his eyes could feast on those juicy young titties of hers, slowly rising and falling with her rhythmic breathing.
"Uh-oh, s-sure, angel." He bit his lips. Where the hell were his rubbers? He hadn't bothered to wear any tonight because, of course, both Joyce and Ruthie were on the pill. But this was a different story. "W-wait a second, baby, I'll be right back," he mumbled, slipping out of bed and donning his robe.
Then he remembered and cursed under his breath. Mike was still in his room with Joyce, and all his supplies of rubbers were in the John.
" 'Course," Elizabeth's voice was reflective and husky, "you could always take it out of my pussy before you-well, you know. Wouldn't that be just as good?"
It would have to be, because right now Henry Trent knew he couldn't hold back much longer. His balls were contracting with the warning that they had to unleash their savings at any moment.
He flung off the robe, got back into bed, and resolutely seized Elizabeth's pajama bottoms and yanked them down to her knees. "Lie back, honey, I'll take them off," he gasped.
She giggled as she obeyed, pillowing her head on her arms, lifting up her slim legs so he could husk them off and fling them to the floor. He crawled on all fours between her coltish young thighs, his eyes fixing on the soft moist twitching cuntal lips framed by the glossy curls of her fleece, and his prick ached and jerked and shuddered violently.
"Beth, oh you sweet darling, Beth," he groaned as he sank down, supporting himself on his palms over her, his prickhead gouging against the palpitating coral-tinted petals of her cunt. Elizabeth squealed softly, arching her loins, widening her thighs to give him total access, and he felt himself slip in, at once clutched by the constrictive walls of her tight young but eager vagina. My God, she's wet and hot already, he thought to himself, grinding his teeth to hold himself back.
"Oooh, that feels so nice, Daddy! Do it slow, huh? I want to feel what it's really like, like when a man and a woman are in love and f.. . fuck, Daddy," she instructed.
Henry Trent closed his eyes and tried to summon up images of a banquet table or a blackboard or his private office at the delivery firm, anything that would help him keep his rapidly vanishing self-control. He felt himself press homeward to the balls, and Elizabeth's tensing, nipping, contracting young cuntal walls at once besieged him with their lasciviously potent attack. He clamped his mouth on hers, and Elizabeth would her satiny-smooth bare arms round his neck and locked her long sleek naked legs over his upper thighs as she purred, "Mmmmm-mmm!" and shivered against him from the delicious sensations her young pussy was experiencing. She was also thinking of the past present she had just got him to grant her. She knew with whom her first date would be. She wondered if he had done . . . well . . . this, with lots of girls. If he had, then he'd know how to make it nice for her and not get her into trouble. But that could wait till after she went back to school. Right now, she had to take care of her daddy.
"Is it nice for you, Daddy, my pussy, I mean?" she whispered into his ear.
"Oh G-God, don't talk, honey. Just hold me like this and let me do it," Henry Trent hoarsely begged, contracting all his muscles to fight off the agonizing urge to ejaculate, for he was nearly blind with lust.
He slid his hands under her saucy buttocks, kneading the warm quivering springy flesh, then kissed her on the cheek. To keep kissing that moist soft quivering mouth was dangerous, he might forget what he had to do. And it wouldn't be much longer, either!
Very slowly, very carefully, he drew his prick back out of Elizabeth's quivering young cunt, hearing her moan softly with pleasure, feeling the convulsive squeezes her bare legs applied over his sinewy thighs. Then, even more carefully, he pressed back to the hilt, tensing himself in advance. But he just had to feel the way that wonderfully tight humid quaking cuntal sheath of hers clung to his probing prick. No grownup woman, as Beth might call her, could drive him any wilder than he was right now!
"Oh God, I have to-ah-oh-Beth-" he suddenly moaned, and pulled himself out just in time, kneeling up and clapping both hands over his jerking, shuddering prick just in time to catch the copious viscous jet of his jism.
Elizabeth lay squirming her hips slowly to and fro on the bed, staring at him with very wide, seemingly ingenuous eyes. When he returned from the bathroom sheepishly sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for her hand, she whispered, "Daddy, now will you do something for me, please?"
"Anything, baby, anything in the world. You know I promised."
"Uh huh. Then won't you please kiss my pussy . . . it's so hot and you really didn't finish fucking me, you know, Daddy dear."
Henry Trent groaned with frustration. There was no use begging off. And he owed the little minx a good cum anyway for all she'd helped him this crazy, mixed-up night.
Kneeling before his daughter, Henry Trent bowed his head, his fingers stroking Elizabeth's quivering, flexing inner thighs, and gently began to gamahuch her, applying soft lingering kisses all over the pink twitching cuntal entry, till at last, seeing her loins twist and squirm and hearing her whimpering gasps and fervent, stammered pleas, "Ooh-do-do me now, Daddy dear. Oh pi-puhlease d-do me!" he thrust his tongue like a prick deep between the soft quivering lips of her voluptuous young vulva and began to draw her towards the brink of total, consummate rapture, as, head flung back, eyes luminous, Elizabeth Trent clawed at the rumpled sheets and arched and swung her naked lithe young hips as she at last felt her young body quaking and shuddering with release.. . .