Chapter 1
Christine Gray smiled as she got out of the tub. Taking a bath towel from the rack, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, smiling appreciatively at what she saw. She liked the looks of her body that was kept trim and firm by her six years of competitive figure skating.
The appearance of her body pleased her. Her golden-blonde hair, wet and hanging down the sides of her face, framed her beautiful face. Her deep blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. Her lips were full and soft. She was thankful that she had her mother's demure nose, thin-lined eyebrows and seductive-looking eyelashes.
Her eyes dropped down to her breasts. They stood out, straight and firm, the nipples pink and erect, beckoning to be fondled and kissed. Her stomach was a flat smoothness of silky skin. The smoothness was interrupted by the slight venus mound that was covered by a soft, triangular patch of golden down.
She began to dry herself, hard and vigorously. Her body tingled, feeling the soft towel rub her breasts and vaginal valley. She felt relaxed and content as she put on her short terry cloth robe and went into her bedroom. The bed creaked as she plopped herself down on her stomach. She took a deep breath and stretched out as far as she could, her legs spread-eagled, letting the cool air waft into her parted cunt-lips. She lay there, face down on the pillow. She began to hum softly. It was her way of expressing her happiness, and also to let Dan know that she was ready and waiting.
She knew he had gotten the message when she heard him enter the room. Dan Connors was her step-father, trainer, task-master and pillar of strength.
"Is my baby feeling better?" he asked softly. "Uh-huh," she cooed, turning her face to one side.
He brushed the hair from her eyes and asked, "How would you like to go to Hawaii after the competition?"
"I'd love it," she answered happily.
"Good. I'll make reservations for the earliest possible flight." He got up and started for the door.
"Daddy," she called out softly, stopping him in his tracks.
"What is it baby?"
"Rub my back first."
"Sure, honey," he smiled, walking over and sitting down on the bed.
She put her arms to her sides as he began to massage her shoulder muscles. She sighed. She closed her eyes as he pulled the neck of the robe from her shoulders and worked on the bare muscles of her upper arms and neck. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and dangled the robe off the side of the bed. His hands manipulated her bare flesh, soothing her sore muscles. She felt like she was suspended in air, being buoyed by fleecy white clouds.
He worked down, inch by inch to the small of her back, then to her resilient buttocks, where he used the heel of his palms to gently pound the firm flesh. Small gasps of pleasure escaped from her pursed lips. He left her beautiful buttocks reluctantly and massaged her thighs, calves and feet. He slapped her gently on the soles of her feet to indicate that he had finished massaging her backside. She moaned with the effort of having to turn over.
He massaged the soft crease in her shoulder blade, each of his fingers sending tingles racing through her body. His hands brushed against her nipples, making them taut in eager response to his touch.
Her eyes flickered open, then she frowned, feeling his hands on her stomach.
"Daddy, you missed part of me," she said. "Did I?" he asked innocently. "Don't be a tease."
Dan smiled then kissed her on the cheek. His hand moved over her breast and cupped around the fleshy tit. Her body tightened. She moaned and breathed, "Oh." His thumb and forefinger enclosed the turgid nipple, rolling it gently, sending a tingling sensation through her body.
She threw her arms around him as her lips found his. They kissed hungrily, passionately. His tongue entered her mouth. She bit down gently and moved her own tongue around his. Their bodies pressed-against each other and she could feel his stiff penis throbbing against her thigh.
Every fiber of her body was alive, sensitive to his every touch. As his mouth sucked eagerly at her neck she removed his robe and pressed her naked breast against his hairy chest. She wanted her body to mesh into his, to be melted into one.
His mouth moved to her firm tit, and he concentrated on her rigid nipple that stood erect like a monument to her loveliness. He sucked it, bit it gently and laved it with his tongue. His hand slid down to her stomach and he scratched his fingernails across her tightened muscles. Her body jerked spasmodically. She fought to keep from screaming out in wanton ecstasy. She moaned, wanting his hand to invade her meaty treasure. His hand moved between her spread legs to the moist, waiting cunt-lips. Slowly his finger entered the warm, velvety nest, working around the blonde-fringed pussy-lips. Her clitoris leaped up to meet his searching finger. He inserted his thumb and widened the creamy twat. He kneaded, rolled and buffeted her stiff and sensitive clit.
"Yes, daddy, yes! Work it, work it!"
She worked her ass in unison with his finger-fuck. Her passion was mounting, higher and higher. She reached out for him and found his rigid organ. She fingered the head that was filled to bursting proportions. He moaned softly as she slid her small hand down his throbbing shaft, then cupped his balls. The pulsating extension pounded in her hand as she began to stroke it tenderly.
Slowly, their passions rose, the tempo quickened. They were racing, scrambling closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Christine could no longer contain herself; she had to have consummation. The wild, unfulfilled frenzy was driving her toward unconsciousness. She screamed out.
"Take me Daddy-oh God-please take me. Now-now-now-Fuck me!
The anguish in her voice cut through Dan like a knife. She was echoing his feelings. He had reached the point where he had to get his cock into her, he had to feel her pussy-lips surround his prick.
She held him in her hand as he rolled over between her legs. She eagerly spread her juicy cunt, welcoming his large throbbing prick. He clenched the firm cheeks of her ass, then lifted her up as she guided his aching cock between her eager, hungry lips. Greedily she swallowed him. His large, thick tool disappeared easily into her hungry, devouring pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him into her. His balls ground into the crevice of her buttocks. Their perspiring bodies adhered to each other. Their loins, their buttocks moved in a symphony of passion. The passionate delirium sent them reeling, shaking, trembling, trying to fulfill each other's needs. They bit, clawed, kissed, probed as he fucked her faster. Christine screamed uncontrollably.
"Now, daddy, now-I'm coming-I'm coming!"
She could feel his trembling body slam into her as she reached the climax that made every sinew of her body taut. She could feel him shooting his buckets of sperm. The sensitive walls of her vagina felt the spasmic spurtings from his angry cock. The moment of incomparable pleasure gradually subsided. The warm, viscous fluid felt good in her pussy as they held on to each other, savoring the last fleeting moments of ecstasy.
The moment of bliss was over, and their bodies subsided their wanton undulations. They lay spent and exhausted.
Dan kissed her gently on her eyelids, then stretched out on the bed. They lay on their backs, staring at the blank ceiling.
Christine nuzzled closer to Dan, laying her head on his chest as he lit a cigarette.
She could hear the steady thump, thump of his heart and it had a soothing effect on her. Her body was relaxed and limp. It was sapped of every particle of energy. She became engulfed by the fatigued tremors of a deep sleep.