Chapter 3
Still sniffling, slowly and painfully ascending the steps to the second-floor landing at the back of the house on her way to bed, Elizabeth Trent halted for a moment, leaned her damp forehead against the wall, and exhaled more sobs and tears, a hand over her mouth to suppress sounds that might disturb the sleeping household.
Suddenly she gave a startled cry, only to have a man's hand clapped back over her mouth: "Shhh! Do you want to wake everybody up, Elizabeth?"
"D-D-Daddy!" she gasped, and then her face turned as flaming a red as her luscious, thoroughly chastised bottom
'That's right. You've got some explaining to do, young lady. Come along to bed where you belong." Henry Trent, gripping her by the elbow, walked her swiftly to the door of her room, opened it, and closed it behind him. As he stood with his back to it, and as she buried her face in her hands and gave way to her shame and discomfort, he slyly turned the key in the lock and dropped it into the pocket of his bathrobe.
"Do you know what time it is, young lady? It's after one in the morning. Why weren't you asleep?"
"I-I couldn't, D-Daddy-and-and-I was sort of h-hungry-so I-so I went down to the fridge, and then-and then-" she couldn't finish, seized by a new access of tears as she flung herself down on her belly on her bed, both hands once again feverishly soothing her throbbing behind.
"I know. You got yourself a spanking, didn't you?"
Momentarily forgetting the fiery-hot throbbing of her inflamed bottom, Elizabeth rolled over onto her back, her palms pressed down on the cover of the bed, regarding her father with horrified, incredulous eyes. "How-how did you know, D-Daddy?" she tearfully faltered.
"Because I saw, that's what. I looked in on you to see if you were asleep as you should have been, and your room was empty, so I went downstairs and then I saw the lights coming through that crack in the door at the bottom of the pantry stairs, and I guessed where you'd gone. I hope you're satisfied."
"D-Daddy-did you-oh Lord-you couldn't have-oh my-oh no-you-" she stammered, a shocked look on her lovely flushing face.
"I saw the start of your spanking, that's right, Beth honey," he chuckled. "Well, what can you expect when you break in on two people who want to be left alone? I presume you know who they are-you certainly ought to have known who gave your hind end that good walloping. First one you ever had, isn't it, little Miss Snoop?"
"Ohh, D-Daddy!" Elizabeth wailed, rolling over on her side and again covering her crimson face with her trembling hands.
Henry Trent's face was flushed and his eyes glowed, much as his nephew's had while administering that resounding spanking. Unbelting his robe, he slipped it off and tossed it over a straight-backed chair beside the door, then moved slowly toward his precocious black-haired daughter. "Let's see how bad it is, honey," he huskily cajoled the still ruefully sniffling girl.
"Here, let me pull your robe off, that's my big girl."
"I-I don't know why C-Cousin M-Mike got so mad at me, D-Daddy," Elizabeth was on the verge of tears again as she rolled over onto her tummy to let him drag the bathrobe off.
"Weil, I told you, grownups don't like being interrupted when they're having fun, Beth baby. Now I tell you what, I'll go get a nice cold towel to put on that cute bottom of yours. So you just roll down your pants."
"D-Daddy!" She looked back over her shoulder at him, scandalized by this suggestion. "Oh no, I'm so ashamed he-he sp-spanked me on the buh-bare-I don't want to, honest I don't-please let me go to sleep now, I--I'll be all right."
"Now you listen to what your father tells you, honey. You know I've never spanked you but I will, right now unless you do what I say. Come on, be a good girl, just unfasten them and I'll pull them down for you, bow's that?" He bent to her, his face flushed with sensual excitement. He was remembering the vividly and swiftly reddening glow of those spacious satiny bottom-ovals squirming and wriggling under his nephew's swiftly falling hand.
"Oh please, no-no, please, not all the-not all the way off, Daddy!" she ferociously petitioned between sobs.
Henry Trent strode to the bathroom, turned on the cold-water tap and held a hand towel under it until it was soaked and cool. Then he returned, draping the towel over his shoulder as he reached out to take hold of the waistband of the yellow pajamas. "Arch yourself off the bed just a little, honey," he urged.
Elizabeth buried her crimson, tearstained face in the cover and clenched her fists, stiffening as she obeyed, trying to diminish that most prominent and, at the moment, certainly most uncomfortable portion of her delectable young anatomy. His nostrils and eyelids twitching with mounting sensuality, Henry Trent husked down the pajama pants till they reposed at Elizabeth's soft, velvety knee hollows. Then he whistled, partly to hide his own arousal. Her buttocks were swollen and a uniformly dark red, particularly at the ripest curves of the summits. Quickly, while she was gasping and squirming in mortified humiliation to be this way before her own father, he laid the towel over the flinching, huddling, angrily discolored ovals of her bare behind. "How's that, honey?"
"Ooooh! L-lofs b-better, D-Daddy-oh, that does feel good-oh gosh, it still burns and aches just awfully!"
By this time, despite the fact that he had vigorously if briefly serviced Elizabeth's buxom blonde mother, Henry Trent felt the savage goading of his prick threaten to burst through the fly of his own pajama pants. Surreptitiously, dipping a hand into the pocket of the tops, he produced a condom, then as swiftly and slyly opened the fly to liberate his massively turgid penis and fitted the glossy white sheath over the bulging, throbbing structure. Then, turning swiftly and reaching for the light switch, he plunged the room into darkness and came back to sit down on the edge of the bed, his hands groping for and finding her quivering shoulders which he stroked soothingly for a moment or two. That's right, honey, cry it out, you'll feel better pretty soon," he gently murmured, unable to suppress the lustful huskiness in his voice.
"It-it's getting some better now, Daddy-that cold towel is awful good-oh-what-what are you doing-oh no-I'm-I'm n-naked-oh Daddy!" Elizabeth suddenly squealed.
"Shh, honey, don't make so much noise, or you'll wake Mommy," he panted. His hands had slid under her to cup her superbly firm pear-shaped titties and to turn her over onto her back as his hands now grasped her elbows to prevent her defending the soft delicious pink jewel which he had seen peep out between her struggling thighs at the outset of her spanking in the recreation room.
"I-I know, but-but you shouldn't be with me like this when I'm n-naked, Daddy!" Elizabeth quavered in a tremulous whisper, as she forced her trembling little hands over her exposed cuntal lips.
"I'm going to show you what Cousin Mike and Cousin Rose were doing, so you'll know from now on, honey. You're old enough, and by God, you've already got a shape on you to be ready for it," he panted. "It won't hurt, I promise. Besides, you do want to know what they were doing that got them so mad when they found you watching them, don't you, baby?"
"I-I guess so only-eeeeeek! Ohh, D-Daddy, it-it tickles-oh you went and k-kissed me right on my spot! Oh that's naughty, Daddy!" she suddenly squealed.
Henry Trent exasperatedly ground his teeth as he clamped his left hand over his daughter's gaping mouth. "I told you to shut up, honey!" he urgently whispered. "Want to have everybody in the house find out what happened to you?"
In the darkness there, her bottom bearing down on the crushed, damp towel under her, her pajama pants twisted about her knees, both hands still frantically shielding the soft intimate niche of her virgin cuntal lips, Elizabeth was distractedly thinking to herself: Oh my Lordy, it's like Daddy's blaming me for finding Cousin
Mike and Cousin Rose doing that there on the floor -and I didn't do anything. I didn't put them there, how did I know they were down there doing things they shouldn't, anyway? Oh, I never felt anything like that before-D-Daddy just put his mouth on my sp-spot and-and gave it a big wet kiss and it tickles like anything and I feel so funny all over, and I oughtn't to be here like this on the bed with my jammie pants down and Daddy seeing all I've got-oh golly, what if Mommy ever finds out what Daddy's doing to me? And I feel him doing something else now, he's poking something at me, it's hard and big and thick, but it isn't bare skin because it's got something funny on and I don't know what it is-ohhh, he's trying to put it right into my little spot-oh Lordy, whatever is he going to do to me-he says it's what Cousin Mike and Cousin Rose are doing-oh my goodness-ohh, it hurts so-oh something busted-I felt it-now he's putting that big thing way into me, I can feel it all the way down to my bummy -ooooh!
Elizabeth couldn't cry out because her father's mouth had come down hard on hers, his hands gripping her wrists and forcing them out far on either side of her as he edged himself between her flexing naked olive-sheened thighs and pressed home the white-sheathed spear of his bulging prick. The soft pink cuntal lips grudgingly gave way to admit the harsh male intruder, and for a moment he felt himself held back by the elastic, thin membrane of her virgin seal. Then, with a stifled groan, urged on by the delicious concupiscence of this secret, incestuous pillaging in darkness, his mind reeling with the lewd and vivid images of his young daughter's naked reddening' bottom and her tearstained, contorted face during the spanking, he thrust implacably forward and, bursting through the thin hymeneal seal, imbedded himself to the very hilt.
The convulsive constrictions of her moist narrow cuntwalls made him shudder with frenzied rut. It was all he could do to keep himself back from bursting into the prophylactic, and he held himself immobile as he continued to silence her with his mouth and to grip her wrists with the steely vises of his sinewy fingers, while he waited for the agonizing moment to recede and thus regain his full self-control to enjoy to the very savory utmost the ecstasy of fucking his precocious black-haired daughter.
As he lay there panting, summoning back his self-mastery, Henry Trent grinned with lecherous anticipation. If he had written the script for this reunion, it couldn't have been any more successful, both immediately and long-range. If he hadn't been restless after fucking
Elizabeth's passive mother, if he'd gone to sleep, he would have missed everything, even more than he had even secretly dreamed of. Now his favorite nephew was going to have to make that pickup truck deal on his own terms, plus which there were some intriguing possibilities about letting Rose Aldrich know that her little extramarital escapade on that old mattress in the basement hadn't gone unnoticed.
As an extra dividend, there was even the possibility that, by just dropping a clever hint to gorgeous red-haired Ruthie, he could console her tenderly for Mike's flagrant infidelity. And then there was Rosie's husband Wilson, a crackerjack advertising copywriter even if he was a total loss in the sack. His own delivery firm needed a shot in the arm, and a good advertising campaign might just be the thing to increase business and pay for those trucks in short order. Yes, this was certainly going to be the most profitable Thanksgiving in a long, long time!
He glowed and radiated pleasure at having worked everything out so ingeniously in such short order, because even Machiavelli, who was rated the world's most famous opportunist, couldn't have planned a better, more conniving campaign to get everything he had ever wanted.
But right now, feeling the spasmodic, fluttering tensions of his young daughter's vaginal walls against his rooting prick, Henry Trent happily decided to forget everything else and concentrate on initiating Elizabeth in a way she would never forget.
Releasing one of her wrists, he swiftly unbuttoned her pajama tops, pulled the garment open on each side and then, releasing her mouth, hoarsely whispered, "Now be a darling and don't make a sound, sweetheart. It doesn't hurt so much now, does it, baby?"
"N-no, D-Daddy," Elizabeth confessed in a tiny, faltering whisper. She had turned her face to one side, and her eyelids were burning with new tears. She wasn't sure whether she was crying for shame or for Daddy's being so wicked to her, or the spanking or just what, but she knew somehow that everything was changed forever between them Maybe between her and everybody else in this house for this holiday, too, for all she knew. The twinges of her defloration had almost vanished now, and there was a curious, tingling feeling way down deep inside of her as she felt him move slightly and then cup one of her pearshaped titties and feed it to his avid, moist lips as he began to kiss and suck. "Oooh, D-Daddy-is that what Cousin Mike did to Cousin R-Rose?" she whimpered, her unshaken feminine curiosity coming to the fore even in this her moment of carnal transfiguration.
"Sure, every man likes to do that to a pretty girl's sweet boobies, baby. You've got a gorgeous pair, you really have. My God, if you were about five years older and I wasn't married, I'd take you off to Crown Point right now-that is, after I finish showing you exactly what they did," he hoarsely joked.
"Oh gosh-but-but they're not married to-each other, are they, Daddy?"
"Of course they're not," he chuckled, smiling to himself in the darkness as he felt his half-naked daughter stir and squirm under him. "Here now, sweetheart, let's get you more comfy. Let me slip the jammies off. You don't have to move, I'll do everything-there, that's my big darling girl." Raising himself just a little but without removing the throbbing spear of his prick from the tender, narrow, quaking confines of her cuntal sheath, Henry Trent tugged off the down-fucked pajama pants and let them drop to the floor; then, pushing himself back to the hilt and drawing a gasp from the startled but submissively surrendering teenager beneath him, used both hands to slip the pajama tops as he instructed her to raise her head a little and draw each arm out of the sleeves.
Now she was stark naked, his own flesh and blood, but in the darkness an unknown, passionate houri brought to his bedchamber for the first time to learn the will and the lust of her new master. His blood sang in his veins, he felt his prick swell and throb, once again ready to burst, and again he had to hold back and close his eyes quickly and dig his nails into his palms until the spasm receded.
"Now it's going to be nice, honey," he panted. "Put your arms and legs around me, hold your daddy and be sweet to him I'm going to do exactly what Cousin Mike did to Cousin Rose, exactly that, and so you'll know. Only you've got to promise me you won't tell anybody, not even Mommy, about either what you saw or what I'm showing you right now. Promise me, baby doll!"
"I-I pr-promise, D-Daddy-oh my, you-you feel so big and hard inside of me, it feels like you're splitting me wide open, Daddy-ooooh-please t-take it easy-ooh, I feel so-so funny and sq-squirmy down in my sp-spot-" she tremulously gasped.
"In your sweet pussy, you mean, Beth angel," he huskily interrupted, kissing her throat and then going back to each of her pouting, firmed nipple buds, rolling the tip of his tongue over each as his lips captured those dusky, stiffened erogenous buds.
Elizabeth moaned softly as she desperately clutched him with her satiny arms and lithe bare thighs, arching her pelvic basin up to him, giving him a sensation of total, dominant penetration. The quickened quivering of her cuntal walls against his agonized organ were almost too much of a torment to endure much longer, but he compelled himself to do so in order to add even more ecstatic pleasure to this glorious first-time fuck. He'd never laid a girl this young before, not even when he was back in high school. His first piece had been a gum-chewing hefty nineteen-year-old waitress in a hamburger joint near the high school, and he'd sweet-talked her into spreading for him after he got home from the prom around midnight and met her behind the billboard in a vacant lot on Lunt Street. And of course there had been many others since then, and even a few since he'd married Joyce-though of course Joyce didn't know a thing about that. And you couldn't blame a man for wanting a new brand of pussy after being married to a nice, submissive but rather bovine type for fifteen years who never even once volunteered to use her mouth or even her fingers to get him ready for fucking.
But this was indescribably thrilling, it was even better than the horniest book he'd ever read. The darkness, the fact that it was in Elizabeth's own room and on her own bed, the fact that he'd just watched her being soundly and painfully spanked on her naked gorgeous young ass by his own nephew and had seen Mike and Rose making out there on the mattress, cumulatively built up a roaring fire of lust in his virile loins.
"Kiss me, Beth baby, kiss me good and hard and hold on tight, I'm going to do it to you," he breathed in her ear, furling the tip of his tongue around the dainty, soft lobe, then into the whorled hole itself.
Elizabeth gasped, then giggled: "Ooooh, that tickles, Daddy-ooh, did he do that too to her, did her
"I wasn't there to baby. Maybe he did. But mostly, he was doing to her pussy what I'm doing to yours -do you feel me in you, sweetheart?"
"Oh gosh, y-yes...oh, it's so big-does it always get like that-ooooh-you're rubbing back and forth inside of me now, aren't you, D-Daddy-oh gosh-ooooh!" she moaned.
"Shhh, I told you to be quiet, sweetheart," he urgently whispered, again silencing her sudden squeal of excited sensation with an avid kiss, feeling her satiny warm arms spasmodically tighten their lovely link around his heaving shoulders, the primitively satisfying clutch of her warm nubile naked thighs against his hairy legs.
He had quickened his thrusting now, with short little jabs that moved back only an inch or two, then crammed home till their hairs rubbed together. Elizabeth had begun to gasp, her voice muffled in his mouth, but the whimpering exhalations of her breath and of her panting sighs and sobs roared like the crescendo of a mighty symphony inside his brain. His hands slipped from her breasts under her smooth deeply hollowed moist back, descended till his fingers could grip the lasciviously squirming edges of her naked hips. Almost sadistically, he tightened his fingers into the meaty, resilient ovals of her behind, and heard her stifled groaning cry, "Ohh, it still hurts so, please don't pinch my Dummy, Daddy, ohhhh!"
Now he began to draw himself back to the very brink of her cuntal lips, immobilizing himself an instant, gripping her buttocks to steer himself back into the tight humid quaking sheath of her young, never-before-furrowed vagina. Elizabeth's naked body arched and squirmed, one knee flinging up and swinging to the side, her bare heel rubbing against the rumpled cover. As he drew back, it seemed to him that he could feel all the soft membranous pink tissues of her cunt gripping his condom-shielded penis as if to retain it deep within her so that she might truly know all that there was to know on her first essay into womanhood.
Now his right forefinger moved up along the sinuous crease between her tensing, still inflamed bare buttocks, found the apex of her cuntal slit and brushed the dainty nodule of her clitoris. Elizabeth stiffened, her head turning feverishly from side to side, and he felt the dig of her fingernails into his straining shoulders as she moaned inarticulately.
He drew back till his prick almost slipped out of her moist, young, tight, churning chasm, then thrust back vehemently to the balls again, his forefinger pressing down the magic button of her young sexuality. Elizabeth lifted both legs high in the air, flailing her bare heels wildly about as her face turned restlessly, scrabbling at him with her nails, muttering a raucous, prolonged cry which frantically he broke off by clapping his left palm over her mouth as he drew back a final time, then lunged with all his strength.
He felt the dam of his reserve burst, felt himself explode, and at the same instant Elizabeth's lithe naked body was shaken by a series of trembling, triggering paroxysms. She lifted her contorted face, eyes staring and glazed, and then she fell back panting, sprawled, arms and legs hugely flung to each side, in the delirious near-swooning of her first womanly climax.
Henry Trent slowly raised himself on his elbows, and gently drew his deflated organ out of his daughter's copiously lubricated cuntal sheath. My God, he thought to himself, she's wetter than Joyce, and fifty times as hot!
"Come on, sweetheart, I'll take you to the John, and give you a nice sponge bath, and then you get into your jammies and go right to sleep. Remember, we've got a real secret now between us, and you mustn't ever let anybody else know about it. I'll do something real nice for you, you'll see. Maybe come Christmas you'll get that new eight-speed bike you've been wanting. How's that, Beth lover?"
"M-hmm, D-Daddy," she whispered so faintly that he could scarcely hear. The emotions and the physical ordeals she had sustained within so incredibly brief a span in her young life were swiftly taking their toll, and Elizabeth Trent had almost fallen quite asleep.. . .