Chapter 5

Bob had been drinking too much, and now he secretively watched his daughter from the kitchen window.

When the wind came up, Pamela stepped out of the water and ran back toward the cottage across the grass. Her father stood just a little in the shadows so that she wouldn't be able to see him. His eyes took in every meaty curve of her wonderfully voluptuous young form, every inch of his twelve-year-old daughter inviting by the handful.

Bob Davis couldn't remember when he had seen a sexier, more opulent bundle of female flesh. She was wearing a deep green bathing suit that beautifully showed off her rosy, pink-fleshed coloring and her long blonde hair as it flew all around her back. It was a one-piece suit, but scarcely capable of containing the magnificent rondures of Pamela's gorgeous and succulent young curves. Her enormous firm tits joggled upward in their glossy fleshy sacks, and her legs were like those of a goddess.

Lord, he thought, somewhat amazed at himself, as he had always considered himself a first-rate appraiser of female flesh, and I had never even noticed her. How long has she been like this? No wonder I got nervous the other day when she put her arms around my neck.

He stepped further back into the shadows. This was his own daughter he was appraising now. He had noticed that she. had "blossomed out," but today it had really been brought home to him forcefully.

They had arrived at the cottage right on schedule, although there had been a strong temptation to pause in Libertyville for a malt or milk shake. Taking the bend around the lake, he had glanced at her from time to time as she smoothed out her skirt, marveling vaguely at the exquisite texture of her fine, hairless young legs.

Then they had arrived. To his surprise, Pamela had brought along a bathing suit. She put it on in the bathroom, but he glimpsed her on the way out and was literally amazed at her womanly proportions. She was built like a figure model ... the voluptuous blonde type he occasionally glanced at in men's magazines.

Only she was real, flesh and blood, more voluptuously built than any of them, and only twelve years old. And she was a natural blond, that he knew for a fact. Indeed, his "little" daughter was probably the sexiest thing around anywhere.

Curious that it was only just now coming to him, he thought. But of course he lived with her every day, so he noticed the changes only very slowly, if at all. An inch here and there was likely to go unnoticed when you were so near to a child like that. But he could well imagine that there were many men and boys that had given no small thoughts to taking handfuls of her voluptuous proportions.

So he had had something to think about while Pamela was testing the temperature of the lake water. Most of the lakes around there heated up rather early, it seemed. The current was relatively mild even on the windiest of days.

Then checking around the house to see how things were progressing, he had finally forgot about her and taken to puffing thoughtfully on his pipe over other matters.

But now, coming across the green, his astonishment was revived again. Pamela's long golden hair was flying about in the breezy sunlight, and she was running and giggling with that characteristic waddly run so common to developing young girls. For a moment he imagined that he glimpsed flashing in the sunlight the merest trace of fleecy blonde pubic hair edging through the elastic of her panties.

And then he noticed something really dreadful. He was getting a hardon!

Amazed, he stepped back from the window altogether. But there was no denying it now ... a clear and definite tingle had begun in his penis and it was gradually puffing up with blood.

But that didn't necessarily have anything to do with Pamela, of course. How could it?

In any case, he would have to act quickly to squelch it. He was not about to have her catch him unawares with his erection sticking out a mile, as it seemed to be going. He looked down at the front of his pants. There was the old familiar pointy bulge. Cursing softly to himself, he turned away from the door as it opened and she came dancing in ... dancing in strongly enough to almost knock him off his feet!

"Hey, what is this!" He struggled awkwardly as she threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug with those huge firm tits of hers pressing like pointed bowling balls into his chest.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy," she laughed, throwing her long golden hair around. "It's beautiful here!"

He caught the intoxicating erotic scent of her youthfulness as her breasts continued to point into his chest, her hands holding firmly to the back of his neck and tickling the little hairs there.

He tried to push her away, only to realize to his consternation that his cock had become positively enormous and that she was-no doubt, unintentionally-grinding her hot young crotch over his madly distended cock!

"Pamela, please...." He grabbed her wrists and suddenly she danced away from him, taking a finger full of whipped cream from the tiny muffin cake snack he had prepared for them on the kitchen table.

"Mmmm, this is good, Pop."

And so are you! he thought helplessly. She had the most voluptuous, mind-drugging figure he'd ever seen in his life, and over it all the maddeningly beautiful swirl of her glorious long blonde hair....

And then he noticed something else. Her bathing suit neck straps had become undone! That maddeningly snug and adolescently tiny bathing suit ... So that right now, as Pamela bent over the table, the top of her suit suddenly came falling off of her so that her enormous uptilted firm young breasts were suddenly heaving into fullest view ... Oh God!

He caught a fast glimpse of her gorgeous tits before she raised the front of the suit again. They were the most perfect set of love-globes he'd ever seen in his life. Very large, but gravity-defying and not a trace of pendancy. Beautifully uptilted like upturned cones, with hand-large aureoles, a strawberry hue.

He felt the bittersweet emission of a single point of cum emerge from the tip of his boiling urgent penis. He had by now totally forgotten his previous resolve to control himself. Now he merely watched her, slowly becoming mesmerized and enslaved.

"Oh," she giggled, "this silly halter. I can't seem to do a thing with it." She held the top of the bathing suit, just loosely covering her melonous tits, as she looked him squarely, knowledgeably in the eye. Bob muttered something unintelligible. He felt as if something was caught in his throat. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The firm folds of her teenage titties squirreled out on either side of her imprisoning hands. He had the vague impression that she was offering them to him.

Triumph glittered in her sultry blue eyes. Then Pamela smiled softly to herself and abruptly danced away into the living room.

As if drawn on an invisible thread, he followed after her, continuing to watch her from the kitchen. She danced through the living room as she gradually stripped out of her bathing suit, not looking at him, humming a soft, sweet, girlish tune. His heart seemed to be in his throat. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew that he should be doing or saying something to stop this, but he couldn't seem to move or concentrate.

She was slowly disrobing as she danced. Her bathing suit finally fell around her ankles and she kicked it away into the window, still humming. Her enormous tits bobbled and her long blonde hair shook out. His eyes fastened on the magnificent rondures of her firm young buttocks. It was like watching a ballet.

Then suddenly she turned and faced him, giving him ample time to devour her perfect bulbous blonde proportions-the protuberant, impudent young breasts, the flatness of her gentle tender belly, the opulence of her hips and the fine tapering of her longish legs into tiny feet. Then there was all that wonderful blonde hair ... between her legs as well as on her head. Pamela was a natural blonde. And Bob's cock was now harder than ever ... and staying that way.

Now she came quickly towards him in those beautiful bare feet of hers with their tiny, exquisitely formed toes, her long yellow hair shaking out all around her beautiful body.

"You don't think I've behaved badly, do you Daddy?" she asked, knowing she was taking a terrible chance. She still couldn't read past his inscrutable glare. All or nothing, she said to herself, and she suddenly came swiftly forward and gripped the big bulge in the center of his trousers.

Bob groaned. Pamela smiled. She had him. Her soft fingers clenched and unclenched his burning manhood. "Don't you think I have a nice body, Daddy? Aren't I pretty when I'm dancing?"

"You ... you know you are," he gasped out almost incoherently. "Pamela, you must let go of me! This is wrong!"

"Oh, but Daddy-" She swung one arm around his neck and pushed her body in against his, rubbing it against him, her hand still fondling his maddeningly throbbing cock. She knew that his nose was now in her long blonde hair, smelling the gorgeous sexy fragrance of it. She rubbed her crotch against his wildly quivering body and made soft mewling sounds.

"Oooohhhhh, Daddy, you've got such a big one. I can see, you want to fuck me-"

"What ... what's that-?!"

She licked his ear. "I said, you want to fuck me,' Daddy. Ain't I right?"

"No! Pamela, stop this!" He tried to force her away, but he felt suddenly irrepresibly weak. And her hand was still caressing his balls, after all, as well as his flaming cock, which by now was like a forest fire out of control.

She squirmed against him and began licking his neck as her hands worked all over his body and crotch area. Pamela was really getting excited. She could feel her vagina becoming awash with sex juices. "But I love you, Daddy...."

"No!" he cried, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "You can't love me! I'm your father! Please!"

But by now it was far too late. Her hands writhed like snakes all over his shivering, helpless body, rubbing his genitals, caressing his trembling buttocks. She had slowly fallen to her knees and now she was pressing her open mouth against the pointy bulge in his pants, her beautiful blue eyes rolling with ecstasy in their sockets.

He gazed down at her lovely golden blonde head. She was lovely, he thought, his cock burning in his pants. And she is after all my own child. All that stuff about incest has been proven a lot of nonsense. God, what a fuck she's going to make!

He looked down at the marvelous globes of full young ass as they swelled out on both sides, her long blonde hair, her-

"Ooooohhhh, Daddy," she breathed, her voice thick with passion, her fingers all over his hotly burning cock, squeezing and pulling at his prick and boiling testicles. Her lovely blue eyes looked up at him, and her long dark lashes fluttered. And then he realized that he was completely, irrevocably gone.

"Daddy, can I ... can I pull it out?"

His teeth chattered in his head and his head fell backward, his eyes closed as if in prayer. His fingers reached out to stroke the golden dome of her beautiful head. "No," he pleaded, "Pamela ... you mustn't...."

But it was too late. Making a silly little laugh of triumph, she reached up and deftly pulled down the zipper in his pants. She reached in devilishly, full of a single purpose, working out his enormous hidden manflesh. And then her fingers were on his gargantuan stiff length. Bob croaked something unintelligible and almost fell backward. The cool softness of her fingers on his lust-for-daughter throbbing cock was driving him mad. They slid caressingly up the rubbery firm surface, feeling each little pulsating blue ridged vein of blood.

"Oh, Daddy," she murmured huskily, pulling it out, her loins all aflame, "it's so beautiful, so very, very, beautiful...." And then suddenly her moist, hot red lips slid over the rubbery glans. Bob groaned and his eyes rolled in his head. Pamela wasn't sure what had come over her. She hadn't originally intended to suck on her father's penis. It was just that something overwhelming seemed to have taken hold of her. She was in love with him, and her hot young cunt felt as if it were alive with snakes, and then suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to take his enormous rod into her small mouth. Now her fingers slid all the way down to the hairy base of his cock, and crept around on the soft hairy bags under it. She felt as if she were going to swoon. Her cunt was on fire, and each fresh inch of thrilling hot meat going down her throat added another ton of oil-soaked fuel to her hot young pussy, which was rapidly becoming swamped with her precoital love-juice.

"Pamela ... mustn't ... no ... no ... it's wrong ... oooooohhh...."...." . love you, Daddy ... love you ... love your big hot prick in my mouth ... oooh Daddy...."

It was as if he had stuffed his cock into an open furnace, her mouth was so hot. The soft wet walls of her mouth undulated around his throbbing prick and then she was sucking ... ardently sucking ... with her face going forward to bury her tiny uptilted nose in his cock hair, then her mouth drawing maddeningly along his exploding cock again, with her tongue lapping all around its blood-filled length, and .particularly tickling the tingling hot underside of his big penis ... her mouth hollowing, hollowing, her cheeks drawing in, her fingers on the base of his cock and tickling the hairs above his balls ... until finally her mouth was at the top again and she was automatically licking off his cum as it oozed to the surface ... and then her head was plunging back down again ... Oh God Almighty!

He pushed his fingers into her lovely blonde hair and gazed down at his beautiful twelve-year-old daughter who was now so voraciously sucking on his cock. Her eyelashes fluttered as she held his cock and carefully licked, nibbled and sucked at it. Bob found himself panting for breath, his nostrils flaring with passion. This was the best suck he was having in his life. He could feel the factory in his balls delivering gallon after gallon of sperm at the base of his prick, which was just waiting to explode everything down Pamela's hot young throat. It was as if his testicles were filled with coiled steel springs that were gradually glowing hotter and hotter in the furnace of his loins, as they waited to race across the bridge of his cock, dragging all that red-hot steel wire after them. He was half afraid that his cock was going to be burnt to a crisp if he dared to squirt it all into Pamela's beautiful suctioning mouth, because it would have to rip out the insides of his penis as it rushed scathingly along its meaty length.

But by now he was too far gone to do anything about it. All the moral questions had been forgotten. All he knew was that his loins were exploding with flames and that his beautiful young daughter with her immense, gravity-defying tits and long blonde hair was sucking hungrily on his prodigious cock. He tried to imagine that instead of her mouth he was driving his cock up into her tight little cunt and wiggling it about, with the firm, full globes of her nice young ass hot in his hands, that beautiful creamy soft flesh of hers subjugated to his ardent paternal will, riding up between her beautiful young thighs and slapping it all the way home through the slick juices of her snug young love-box, as his mouth devoured her tender one vampirishly.

He tried to imagine that he was actually fucking her. Fucking his own daughter, who was only twelve years old but a beautiful zaftig blonde. Ramming his cock home and finally exploding and blowing all of his boiling hot sperm all the way up into her beautifully curved, creamy young belly. Filling her womb with semen and giving her a baby that would be his son and his own grandson as well....

He opened his eyes from his obscene dreaming and looked down at her. Now he realized that he was really in love with Pamela. She sucked so beautifully ... he was going to ... going to....

He groaned and his head fell backward. "Pamela," he gritted. "Oh my God, I'm cumming ... oh, Pamela ... you're the ... best ... I ever ... had ... oh ... OH! Look out! I'm cumming!"

He tried to push her away so he wouldn't squirt his sperm into her greedily sucking mouth, but she pushed his hands back and struggled to hold onto him. In another moment he was groaning and bucking like a stallion in heat, his entire body shuddering from his loins outward, with all of his hot white spunk squirting in huge, amoeba-like gobs into her fiercely sucking mouth and down deeply into her passionate young oral cavity.

Pamela swallowed so frantically. She had never imagined that anything in the world could taste so good. Why hadn't her mother told her? A man's cum was the most delicious thing in the whole world. It was salty and dizzying with its heady masculine taste. She could have swallowed barrels of it. And now that she had her father, she knew she was going to suck him off again and again if only to get that wonderful taste in her mouth, that delicious drink that could only be supplied by a male cock jerking in her mouth.

She continued to nibble and suck gently on his thick penis, her tongue licking the still wildly jerking prick all over to pick up every last trace of salty sperm. Then she-finally licked it clean and stroked upward on the backs of his thighs with her slender young hands.

She shook her golden hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. "Did you like that, Daddy?" Her bright blue eyes flashed and sparkled as the remainder of his cum slithered down her throat into her girlish belly.

His eyes were shut, but he nodded and stroked the bright yellow of her lovely hair.

"Then maybe you'd like to do something for me?" she asked, getting up and putting his arms around his neck. She stood on tiptoe and mashed her huge tits against him as she pressed her hot young mouth on his, slithering her tongue into his oral cavern as if his mouth was a cunt and she was fucking it with her tongue.

"Anything," he croaked at last through her lascivious kiss. He could still taste his own milky white liquid in her mouth. He could feel his penis pulsating with desire all over again, and thought he might swoon as she pressed her fleecy blonde pubic crotch against the big fat worm of his cock and ground it hard and around.

Pamela made a little laugh. He was going to be her slave now, she was sure of it. And from slaves one required utmost and extreme devotions ... and obedience. She had taken his cock into her mouth and sucked him off. Now it was his turn to do her.

She turned him around and headed him toward the main bedroom, where a brand-new bed was waiting. They went through the door, turning sideways together, and she led him, now zombie-like, to the bed. Her father looked totally blank.

"Sit down, Dad," she said.

He complied. Then she knelt and began undoing his shoelaces. She took off his shoes, then opened the buttons on his shirt. He stared at her myopically. He had not worn an undershirt. Pamela ran her cool, slender young hands with their longish red fingernails over the whirlpool of dark hair on his chest. "My, oh my. Daddy, you have the most beautiful chest...."

And then he gulped in consternation as she gradually inclined her beautiful blonde head and began licking and sucking at his hairy nipples as her hands removed his shirt. His nostrils flared and he breathed faster, feeling his cock becoming bloated with blood again. She sucked in one of his nipples, taking in as much of the sensitive surrounding flesh as she could, and then began methodically unbuckling his pants....

In another moment she had stripped off his trousers, socks and underwear.. Then she got up and stood in front of him, shaking slightly so that her enormous breasts joggled and bobbled right in his face. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed one massive tit squarely into his lips. Bob sighed and his mouth parted slightly. He would do anything she wished. She was definitely in command of the situation now.

"You do love me, don't you, Daddy?" she asked huskily.

He nodded dumbly.

"And you'll do anything I want, won't you?" Her fingers played his neck as if it were a flute.

He nodded and the warmth of his mouth slipped softly over the firm resilience of her hot young breast. He began sucking mindlessly and sighing with ecstasy.

"In that case, Daddy ... I can see you like to suck on my tits ... but I've got something else for you ... and it's burning up. Lay back on the bed, Daddy."

He nodded, let out an explosion of breath and managed to tear himself away from her magnificent breasts. For just a moment there he had imagined that he was a little baby, and that Pamela's were the most beautiful breasts and had more milk in them than any others in the whole world....

He lay back and she got up onto the bed, straddling him. He could see that her soft blonde pubic hair was shiny and thick with the drip from her vagina. As her legs spread out he could glimpse the shining tan folds nestling so softly in the center of that hairy patch ... her lovely young cunt ... how he longed to kiss it, to adore it, and prove to her how much he loved her long blonde hair and her huge tits and her beautiful mouth, and that smooth young flesh of hers and ... Oh Christ Jesus!

He gulped and ran his fingers softly into the soft wet folds of her pussy. Pamela moaned and gasped, temporarily losing control. "Daddy, I'm dying ... oh God ... Daddy ... I ... I want to sit on your face! Do you want me to?"

"Dearest ... dearest ... dearest...." he murmured, his big hands slipping under her soft young buttocks and helping her edge up toward him. And then finally her glistening wet cunt was directly over his mouth. Uttering a little sigh of relief, Pamela pushed her crotch down over his face and began sobbing with passion as his tongue began slowly licking and lapping at her boiling cuntal lips. The ooze from her vagina spread over his face like a clear polish. His tongue speared her, fucking into her tight young aperture as if it was actually a cock, laving at the sides of her labia and vulva and making her tingle as if with electrical shock. It was as if someone had stuck an electric cattle prod into her cunt. His lips smacked kisses all over her cuntal portals and sucked in great mouthfuls of her hot, wet folds. He caught her bobbing little clitoris in his lips and clenched it tightly while his tongue batted it about.

Pamela squealed and wheezed with her rising passion. This was like nothing else she had ever experienced in her entire life. Whatever the primal instinct was that had forced her to stuff her steaming hot young pussy down over her daddy's face like a molten rubber mask, it certainly turned out to be the wildest sensation she had ever known. It was like having her entrails dredged out of her while going over the "bobs" in a roller coaster. She felt as if Daddy was going to suck out her intestines and swallow them. Every nerve-ending in her sex-obsessed twelve-year-old being seemed to be screaming out for mercy and alternately contracting and expanding with a resulting electrification of her entire body. Her cunt tingled desperately and she sobbed, leaning over him, as he licked and sucked at her burning pussy. Her long blonde hair fell over and covered them like a tent, so that he was licking and nibbling at her partly in the twilight of that beautiful enclosure.

"Oh, Daddy!" she sobbed, half out of her mind with a combination of agony and joy. "I'm cummiinng!" she squealed, her voice trailing off into a long, high-pitched whine, as her orgasm exploded forcefully throughout her entire tender young girlish flesh ... until she thought she was blowing up into a million pieces ... way off into space ... burning up ... in this beautiful tingle that was making her sob and throw her hair around mindlessly ... whining and whimpering ... as if she were merely a puppet attached on a string between her burning cunt and her Daddy's urgently churning mouth ... until finally she gasped, opened her eyes twice, tried to scream but couldn't, tried to pump her legs as if she were riding a bicycle, while simultaneously pushing him away as if she were being raped ... and then pouring orgasmic gushes of girlish cuntal juices down over Bob's earnestly thirsty face.

And he licked and lapped voraciously until she was completely clean of exotic, ecstatic little-girl climax sap....