Chapter 5
"United Airlines-flight number 243 for New York-now loading at gate number fourteen," the public address system blared out.
Christine picked up her flight bag and looked around. She half expected Dan to suddenly appear and drag her from the airport-and she half wanted him to.
She was afraid to go forward and afraid to go back. She had finally gathered the courage to try and sever the leash that Dan had on the collar of her life. His presence, even now, hovered in her mind and it made her shiver.
She had awakened before dawn and quietly packed her clothes. She left while Dan slept heavily from the great effort he had put forth the night before. She was grateful that she had insisted long ago that she should have her own credit cards.
In spite of her fear of what she was doing, a smile crossed her face-it was the first time in her life that she was on her own. No Dan hovering over her telling her what to do-how to do it-and when to do it. She watched a bird soar lazily over the airport and likened it to herself. She felt she could fly-she felt like she had wings-she felt free-free! The feeling made her giddy, made her want to run up to strangers and yell out, "Hey mister-I'm free-free!"
The public address system repeated the message and it snapped Christine out of her reverie.
She took one last look around the waiting room and then hurriedly embarked on flight 243, heading for New York, heading for a new life.
She looked out the window at the fleecy clouds that shot by in streaming mists. And she felt truly free. She was flying to a new life-a life without Dan as the director. Her thoughts went to Jim. She laughed softly as she thought of him standing in her bedroom, a crestfallen look on his face and that big half-erect penis hanging in front of him, asking what he was supposed to do with it. She laughed out loud, not caring that the elderly man sitting next to her was giving her puzzled looks.
Fuck you, pop-you wouldn't mind my laughing, if you knew what I was thinking, she thought.
She wondered if Jim would try, again, now that she was no longer with Dan-she hoped he would.
She reclined back into the cushioned seat, trying to catch up on her sleep, but the haunting figure of Dan emerged in her mind. Her thoughts wandered back through the years. Back to when she was eleven and her mother first told her that she was going to have a new father. She had liked Dan from the first moment she met him. By the time her mother passed away a year later she was in love with him.
With her mother gone, he was all she had and she clung to him, for protection, for care, for love.
He had been an amateur figure skater, more familiar with defeat than success. He had persuaded Christine to take up the sport. She had loved it in the beginning. Then when Dan had said that she really had talent, the love for the sport had disappeared and in its place, she tried to appease her father, trying to make him proud of her.
He fashioned her, molded her into what he was not. He was a hard task-master and she was a willing and apt student. By the time she was fifteen, she was winning local and state meets. She could win until she would get to the Nationals; then it was the same story-good-but not good enough.
The thoughts of all the locker rooms, the practice, the different ice arenas were pushed out of her mind. In its stead, she thought of Dan, her stepfather, her man, her lover.
She remembered how it began, ten years ago. When he was teaching her how to skate, his arm would be around her back, his hand under her armpit, and she could feel his thumb pressing against the side of her thirteen-year-old breast. She didn't know if it was by design or accident, but she didn't care. She loved him and it was all right if he wanted to do it.
She remembered the playful wrestling matches that they would have in strange hotels after a strenuous performance. His hands would be all over her. He would press his body against hers, and she could feel his stiff cock pressing into her firm flesh. She recalled how, after much wrestling and rubbing, he would suddenly stiffen and have an orgasm, though she didn't know it at the time. She did know that whatever was happening made him feel good, and, if it made him feel good, it made her happy.
She smiled as she recalled the Sunday they were lounging in the house, he with only his shorts on and she in a shorty nightgown. They began to wrestle. Vividly she could see them wrestling, feeling his hands grabbing her by her firm, developing breasts, grabbing her between the legs. She could still feel his big, stiff cock pressing against her ass, against her belly.
Then it happened, she was lying across his stomach and his huge penis poked through the opening in his shorts. Her eyes widened at the naked size of it. She grabbed it in her hand, playfully.
"Oh daddy-you're sticking out!" she squealed in girlish delight.
He tried to put it back in his shorts, but her hands kept a steady hold around the fleshy staff.
"Oh daddy-it's so big-it's so big," she kept saying in awe.
He showed her what he wanted. She started a slow steady stroking, up and down. He sighed delightedly as she slowly masturbated him.
"Does that feel good, daddy?"
"Yes, baby-it feels wonderful," he answered.
He could feel the head swelling, the sperm loading up ready to spout forth.
"A little faster, baby-a little faster."
She stepped up the pace with her soft hands.
"Faster-faster!"
She stroked faster, his body working with the rhythm of her stroke. His breathing became heavier. She felt his body beginning to tense. Suddenly he screamed in passion as the little hole in the head of his cock expelled the thick, hot sperm wads in a succession of spasms. He moaned softly and his body went limp.
"Daddy-did that feel good?"
"Wonderful-wonderful, honey," he got out weakly.
She still had his prick in her hands, fondling it, not realizing that she was keeping it from returning to its normal size.
"It's so pretty, daddy-pretty."
She bent over and kissed it on the head.
It startled Dan. "You shouldn't do that," he said, gasping at the sudden sensation that tingled his balls.
"Why not daddy? I love you and this is part of you."
She kissed it, again and again, then she touched the tip with her tongue and Dan moaned softly. A drop of his semen remained and Christine's tongue tasted it. She was pleased with the salty taste. She began to stroke his cock with one hand while exploring the big bag hanging below it with the other hand. Dan was beginning to moan again and she picked up the stroke. She placed her mouth over the head of his big cock, engulfing half the shaft.
He squirmed, feeling her tongue circle the circumference of his cock. The fires within him built higher and higher. Her mouth stretched wide and she managed to get the large, full-blooded head into it. On and on, higher and higher he went-it was about to blow. He wanted to shout to Christine to take her mouth away, but it was too late-he loosed a hot torrent into her mouth. She almost gagged from the flood, but she swallowed every drop and then suctioned for more. It was driving him mad. It felt like she was pulling his insides out through the head of his cock. His body went limp, and he collapsed into a dead sleep while Christine went and got a towel to clean his body from the first load that covered his chest and stomach.
From then on Dan indulged himself of Christine. He no longer needed the pretext of wrestling. She would dutifully ask him if he wanted to come, then she would oblige his every desire by either jerking him off, sucking him off or making him come by moving his cock between her legs.
After a particularly successful day, when she had brought about an orgasm from Dan by first taking him between the legs, then jerking him off, then crowning her achievements by taking half his muscle into her mouth and making him come, she asked a question that had been puzzling her for some time.
"Daddy-can little girls come?"
"Little girls like who?" he asked, knowing she had been pondering the question all along, wondering why she hadn't asked sooner.
"Like me," she smiled.
He narrowed his eyes, pretending to mull the question in his mind, then he spoke in an authoritative tone. "Well, that depends-some can and some can't."
She frowned at the answer-she wanted to feel what he had been feeling and his answer was wholly unsatisfactory.
He waited a moment and then broke into a wide smile and winked at her.
"Shall we find out?" , "Yes, daddy-yes!" She too broke into a wide smile.
They both undressed and got into bed. He pulled her to him and smothered her in his large body, the heat from him making her tingle all over. She reached down to feel his ready prick, but he took her hand away.
"No, honey-I'm going to make you feel good today."
"All right, daddy," she replied eagerly.
He laid her on her back and moved his lips to her pointy breasts that already gave evidence of what was to be. He nipped the taut little nipple between his teeth, making her shiver with the tingles that crackled through her firm flesh. His hand moved slowly to her navel and dipped into it, then continued across her flat hard tummy. She moaned as his fingers moved closer and closer to the sparse golden pubic hairs. His hand dipped between her firm thighs and she spread them for him. One finger slid along the lips of her virgin pussy and she began to move her rounded ass uncontrollably.
"Bring your knees up, baby," he advised her.
She did it immediately. She didn't want anything to go wrong. His thumb and forefinger spread her tight lips apart. He entered and found the little clitoris standing and waiting. His finger attacked it-whirling around it, pressing it and flattening it.
Christine's little body was on fire, she heaved and bucked-she spread her legs as far apart as she could, working her butt frantically as her stepfather strove to bring about her first orgasm. She moaned and groaned as they worked in perfect harmony. It came closer and closer.
Her body arched and tensed as she screamed-"Daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-I'm coming!" She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed as if the devil were after her. She screamed loudly as the last tremors of passion passed through her. Then she collapsed in a jelly-like heap as her stepfather continued rolling his tongue around her blood-taut nipple.
He looked up at her lovely face. "Did my little baby like it?"
She smiled contentedly. "Oh, daddy, it was the most wonderful thing in the world. It makes me feel happy just to know that's how I make you feel."
She brought his face up to hers and she kissed him.
Then she coyly asked, "Can daddy make me come again?"
"Of course, honey. Do you want me to do it another way?" he asked as he tweaked her nipple, bringing a shudder to her body.
She squirmed her little butt and reached down and fondled his pulsating prick.
"Any way is all right. What about you-don't you want to come?" she asked as her hand slid up and down on his stiff shaft. Dan kissed her, then moved her hand away from him. "Not now, baby-I want my little girl to have all the pleasure."
"Oh, daddy, you're so good to me," she cooed. He kissed her again and his hands began to work on her titties again. Her hot little cunt was already beginning to itch. He had just begun the preliminary exploration of her body. His hot, wet mouth moved down to the nipple and smothered it with salivary kisses. She pressed her breasts into him until he had the whole round, firm globe in his mouth, his tongue dancing over the nipple, driving her to a frenzy. His fingers slipped into her hot, anxious slit. He left her breast and let his tongue slide down the cleavage of her breasts until he reached the navel, where it dipped in and ringed around and around. Chris tine's belly and twat bounced, up and down, trying to meet both his fingers and his tongue. When he left her navel, she gasped. She wanted him to stay there and keep his hot tongue jabbing at the middle of her belly. Her body trembled as his tongue slowly worked lower into the sparse pubic hair, leaving a trail of hot saliva behind.
As he moved between her legs, he removed his fingers from her contracting lips.
She moaned pitifully, "No, daddy-no-I'm almost ready.
"I know, baby-I know," and he pressed his mouth against her hot, aching little pussy.
She gasped convulsively as her knees bent and her legs raised instinctively.
He kissed the lovely, moist lips and ran his hot tongue up and down. Her ass lashed from side to side. She tried to press her box harder and harder against his wonderful mouth.
"Inside of me, daddy-inside!" she pleaded.
His thumbs worked up between her legs and spread the luscious virginal lips apart, revealing the soft, velvety, pink walls of her cunt. He lunged into the welcoming hole, his mouth sucking the sweet juices that she secreted from her heart of passion. His finger delved into the deep crease of her ass, teasing the delicate, puckering rosette.
Her body was on fire. She squirmed convulsively, all the while trying to get as much of Dan's slavering, sucking mouth into her as possible.
"She yelled-"Stop-stop-you're killing me! No, don't stop-more-more-more! Pinch me-suck me-eat me-hit me-make me come! Please-Please-make me come-I can't stand it!"
Dan worked more feverishly as her body began to tense, her buttocks tightened and drew together. She was almost there. Suddenly she broke the barrier. Her back arched upward. Dan had to hold onto her, keeping her bucking body from falling off the bed.
She screamed uncontrollably as the dam burst in her pussy, sending surge after surge of convulsions through her body. Her hands reached down and pressed his willing head deeper into her tender, burning cunt. She held him there as the fires began to subside. She worked her bottom gently against his mouth.
The waves of exhilarating tremors eased away and she sunk deeper and deeper into the mattress. A cloudy blackness overtook her and she fell into a welcome sleep.
Dan smiled down at her limp body, pleased with the amount of joy he had brought to her. He then looked at his throbbing cock, dripping a thin stream of semen, begging for relief.
He reached down, gave it five rapid strokes and it shot off like a rocket. He was exhausted and lay down beside Christine, his mouth nuzzling against her delightful tit, where he also fell asleep.
"Would you like lunch now?" asked the stewardess with a toothy smile.
It took a moment for Christine to realize where she was. When she did, she felt embarrassment creep over her. It was as though the stewardess was capable of reading her thoughts, knowing that Christine's hand was resting at her crotch hidden by a magazine. She felt wet between her legs and her pussy itched for attention.
She withdrew her hand, tried to smile pleasantly. "Yes, please," she answered, choosing a rare steak and baked potato for her lunch.
Christine felt warm and contented after her lunch. She reclined the seat back and made another attempt at getting some sleep. She tossed fitfully, thinking about all that had happened, about Jim's offer and his candid appraisal of her. He had hit the nail on the head and it hurt. But it had forced her to reappraise her own future plan, it had stimulated her desire to begin life over again.
She smiled smugly. She had completed the first step-she was putting two thousand miles between them. She felt a satisfaction that was unique in her life.
But she couldn't stop thinking about Dan-how he would react when he read the letter. Would he come after her and try to get her to come back with him using a very convincing persuader-his cock. His cock-she smiled-she wondered how another man's tool would feel in her. She had only known him-it was as though her pussy were molded to the shape of his cock. The thought made her giggle.
Her mind slipped back to the past once more-back to the first time that he fucked her. It was an event that could hardly be forgotten-just the thought of it made her feel like she was reliving it, now.
It was a month before her fourteenth birthday. They were lazing about the house after having a full morning of sex-their kind-oral and manual.
They were lying on the floor, nude, when Christine began playfully blowing on Dan's flat stomach. When his cock grew erect, it was no big surprise.
Christine grabbed it in her hand and squealed, "Ooooohhh, daddy-you're hard again."
"I wonder how that happened?" he asked facetiously.
She giggled and kissed it.
"Don't start something you're not going to finish," he admonished.
She giggled again and wrapped her tongue around it. She grinned impishly at Dan. "What if I didn't?"
He folded his hands under his head and said casually, "Then I'd never make you come again."
Christine got to her knees and then straddled Dan's body, pressing his hardened prick flat against his body with her juicy pussy. She began to slide back and forth, the lips of her cunt sliding along the sides of his agitated cock. She suddenly straightened up on her knees letting his stiff cock spring up rigidly.
"Daddy-have we been fucking?" she blurted out.
The question caught him by surprise and he was momentarily at a loss for words. The only thing that could come out of his mouth was an astonished, "What?"
"I asked, have we been fucking?" she repeated.
He finally regained his composure and smiled. "No, baby. We haven't been fucking. We've been making love of a kind-and we've been making each other come. But we haven't been fucking."
"Making each other come-isn't that fucking?"
He realized that she had the meaning of fucking and climaxing turned around. He also realized that she was old enough now, to know the real meaning of the word fuck.
"What we've been doing only leads up to fucking. When a man puts this," and he pointed to his turgid cock, "into this," and he touched her pussy, "then it's called fucking."
Christine grabbed his cock with both hands and squatted her pussy close to it.
"Daddy-fuck me."
"No, honey," he said as he placed his hands on her thighs, holding her hungry little slit away from his oversized cock. "I'm too big and you're too small. You could be hurt for life. I don't want to hurt my little baby. Wait till you're a little older; then we'll see."
"No," she pouted, "I want it now. Please. I'll lower myself down on it and when it begins to hurt, I'll stop. Please-daddy-please."
She began to stroke the sentitive in her hands, sliding the head through the lips of her eager pussy.
"Please-please-pretty please," she continued pleading, as she pressed the head between her spread lips. "Show me how to fuck, please, daddy."
Dan felt the head of his prick disappear into her slippery pussy. He reasoned that if she could accommodate the head, which was already swelled to a huge purplish cap, and which was the widest part of his cock, she certainly would be able to devour at least a few more inches.
"All right, baby-take it. But promise that as soon as you feel it hurt, you'll stop."
"I promise, daddy."
She started moving her little ass around, holding the head between her tender lips, sighing, purring as Dan reached up and began to manipulate her erect nipples.
It was driving Dan mad. He wanted to ram it up into her, but he knew it would tear her apart. He bit hard on his lower lip and refrained from entering into her tight virgin vagina. He would let her do it all-the time would come when there would be no physical restrictions, then he would be able to plunge freely into her tight, hungry, cock-grabbing pussy.
Christine slowly worked down to two inches below the head and was moving her hips around, sideways, back, forward and up and down. Her eyes were closed, her head swaying limply from side to side, moaning, groaning and sucking her lips as she trembled and quaked to the uncountable chills coursing through her body. Her fiery little pussy sucked violently at the thick three inches of cock in her. She sunk another inch of Dan and she yelped in pain, but she didn't back off-she held her ground. She had taken four inches, and knew another three inches remained. She wasn't about to give it up. The pain eased and sheer joy took its place. Her pussy worked, her ass worked, her thighs worked, every part of her strong, youthful body worked-pushing down on Dan's swollen shaft, engulfing it with her narrow churning channel. It was close, her mouth felt dry, her breath seemed to burn in her lungs. She lowered her pussy, feeling her hymen give way, feeling their pubic hairs meet, then mesh.
She screamed in ecstasy. "Oh God-daddy-I'm coming-help me-help me-make me come!"
"Keep moving, baby-keep moving," he coached as he nipped harder at her nipples.
Her eyes rolled. Her mouth opened, gasping for air and her body became as rigid as stone as she pulled her legs together and squeezed his cock. She let out a blood-curdling scream and her whole being froze. Her virginal blood poured out, soaking his massive genitals.
A full minute passed before she moved. Her satisfied pussy contracted, constricting Dan's throbbing penis as it exploded furiously within her. She screamed as Dan jammed his cock further into her twat. She lunged down meeting his seven-inch thrust.
"Oooohhh, thank you, daddy-thank you," she said as her mouth slipped over his prick, cleansing it of her pussy oil and his gooey semen globules.
"Please fasten your safety belts. Please put out all cigarettes. We are starting our descent into Kennedy Airport," the pilot's voice announced over the intercom.
Christine sat up abruptly. She looked quickly at the old man sitting next to her, and he just as quickly turned his eyes away, averting her look. She glanced at his crotch and saw a slight bulge. Then she was aware that her hand was at her crotch again, and he had probably watched her every stroke. She could feel the warm, viscous wetness between her thighs. She knew that he had seen it all. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed, knowing that the old man would never know who she was, unless he saw an Ice Frolics show. She smiled contentedly at the change a couple of thousand miles could bring.