Chapter 2
"Yes!" May cried, squirming to sit up. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, don't hurt me! Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" she cried tearfully as she tried to pull her miniskirt down over her bare crotch, and clutched her sweater to her naked tits. "You shouldn't be in here. Why are you in here?"
"Why are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be embarrassed. I'm only your father." He passed his hand gently over her sweaty brow, feeling how active she must have been in the past half-hour. She'd been masturbating. She'd come of age. He was shocked. She'd been his little girl just yesterday.
He contemplated his pretty young daughter, half-clad, and looking like a frightened animal. "It's perfectly normal. Let me help you."
"Oh, no, Daddy, not you! That's wrong! That's not right!" She watched horrified as his fingers crept to her thighs that had snapped shut.
But an excitement such as she had never known swept over her, as his firm and knowing hand hovered Near her pussy.
She didn't budge, but watched his hand descend on her cunt. It felt so good as his warm touch closed over her. "Ohh, Daddy," she moaned. "Oh, my!"
She opened her thighs just slightly then, because his touch felt so good on her little cunt. She felt him finger her pussy lips, wet with the juices of her cunt.
Then he fingered the hole itself, first its soft portals, and then its sensitive inner linings. She gasped. Her father's touch was like the dildo itself. But better than the dildo, because it was human. And it seemed to know her sensitivities better than she herself did.
"Spread your thighs further, honey," he whispered. And while she did so, he went to the door to close it.
When he returned, her thighs were wide apart. Her little hairy cunt was exposed to his full view. "Oh, Daddy," she smiled, looking up at her father, whom she loved dearly.
"Yes, child?" he responded with his gentle, sexy smile. A tuft of blond hair fell over his kind face as he settled down on the edge of the bed and turned himself toward her.
One hand automatically lifted her clinging hand off her chest to reveal her budding breasts. "They're lovely," he said softly. "You shouldn't hide them. You shouldn't hide them from the eyes of your own father."
"Oh, but, Daddy," she protested, and then couldn't think of anything to say. She smiled up at him, longing secretly for him to go on, both afraid he would and afraid he wouldn't.
He did.
She wasn't sure if it was right, but she let him. Daddies know best, she thought. She wondered excitedly what he could teach her.
His expert fingers began kneading the buds of her little tits and the fingers of his other hand strummed her pussy lips. They twanged her clit, exciting her all over again. Her body became tense and high-strung.
That was the point at which he buried a finger deep in her pussy hole.
May closed her eyes and just enjoyed her Daddy's finger up her cunt. She felt his fingers close over her nipples and twist and tease them into tiny little erections. Her body melted under her Daddy's tender touch.
"Daddy," she cried softly as a second finger was inserted in her cunt. "Oh, Daddy, I can't believe this is happening. Are you sure it's all right?"
"Honey, just lie back and enjoy it. Nothing's wrong. What better way to learn all about the birds and the bees than from your old man? Just close your eyes and feel it. Just feel what's happening to you. Just think of what your Daddy, who used to hold you in his arms when you were just a baby, is doing to you now."
May sighed and smiled happily. She trusted her daddy. She believed in him. A few more reservations evaporated, as she relaxed and felt the two thick male fingers penetrate to the portals of her womb. She actually felt him touch her cervix, although she didn't know then that that was what it was called.
Then he twisted his fingers in such a fashion that her cunt walls were highly stimulated. Her hands clutched his as she held on for dear life, anticipating another orgasm directly. Suddenly he pulled his stiff fingers out of her cunt and let her fall back a pace or two on her journey to bliss. Then he continued.
"Oh, Daddy!" she grinned. All the problems of her adolescent life fell away in that moment. She thought no more about her homework that she had yet to do that night. She thought no more about whether a boy was going to call her and ask her to the basketball dance. She thought no more about the little pimple that had appeared on her chin only that morning and caused her great embarrassment all day.
Now, in her father's arms, she didn't worry about any of those things. They seemed petty now. Unconsciously a great desire was being satisfied ... to know her father sexually.
He waited till she was ready to go on. He wanted to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible, in order to increase it, in order to give his young daughter a stupendously exciting orgasm.
He began again. "Take your miniskirt off," he suggested.
"Oh, you do it, Daddy, please?" she pleaded. She thought that would be more exciting.
He complied with his young daughter's wishes. He turned her deftly on her side and found the button and zipper. Skillfully, as if he had done it a hundred thousand times before, he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt.
She sighed and let out her little tummy. Then he wiggled the skirt up over her titties, over her neck and over her head. She had to extend her arms straight up so he could pull the skirt over her little blond head. And when she did so, her tiny titties bobbed and her whole naked, slim body came into her father's view.
He could hardly contain his admiration for her. He was so proud of her. After all, she was his child. She was very lovely, very beautiful. She would make a wonder wife to a lucky man some day. And he, her father, was helping to initiate his young daughter into the one thing that would give her future husband the most pleasure: sex.
Roger felt himself very lucky indeed to be teaching her all about her wonderful little body. He would explore every square inch of it with her, if she let him. He would explore her with his hands, with his hot cock, with his mouth and tongue and lips even. He wanted to know her thoroughly. Very thoroughly.
He finished pulling the miniskirt off of her and flung it to the bottom of her bed. "My, darling, you look wonderful. Why didn't you tell me that all these new and wonderful things were happening to your body? I hardly noticed!"
May smiled tenderly. She couldn't wait till her father's hands were on her again. She couldn't wait till they were roaming all over her. She wanted him to pinch her nipples again, and to thrust his thick fingers up her pussy once more.
But he didn't do that ... exactly. Instead, his mouth went down to her breast, and he sucked on each sweet little thirteen-year-old tittie. May gasped and sighed deeply at the feel of her father's tongue pushing her nipples around, his teeth nipping each one and his lips sucking hard on them.
Her chest heaved as he descended the length of her body. Still fully dressed, he licked and ate his way down her sweet, narrow body. He licked over her belly, into her navel and out again, and down, down into the soft, sparse pussy hair.
May gasped again. She couldn't believe this was happening. It felt so good. But did people do such things? Should she stop him? She was about to protest another time, when all of a sudden, his hot, wet tongue landed smack on her clitoris.
She nearly fainted with the pleasure of it. She decided to wait a minute before lodging her protest. The delicate reamings and whippings of her Daddy's tongue were proving too much for her. He pushed her sensitive little clit back and forth, up and down, making it swell to its utmost.
Then he tongued on either side of her clitoris, still inside the sensitive linings of her pussy lips. She felt his tongue all over her pussy. She pressed her groin up into his face. She wanted more and more. There was no protesting now. There was no holding him back.
In that moment it seemed so right. Nothing could have felt more right than to have Roger's practiced tongue, stiff and moist, exploring all the crevices of her cunt.
He began pushing his tongue muscle in and out of her pussy hole. He readjusted his position to do so. Now he was lying between her legs, and every once in a while he would look up to see his lovely sexy little daughter, her sweet face, closed eyes, open moaning mouth, and tiny tits. Then he wanted nothing more but to make her twist and moan and writhe with the expert manipulations of his experienced tongue on her hot, wet little pussy.
There was nothing he wanted to do more than to satisfy his little adolescent daughter. He wondered what his wife would think if she saw them together like this. The thought startled him. Then he dismissed it from his mind. She wouldn't find out. That was simple enough! There was no way on earth Dorothy would ever find out ... unless one of them told her. And neither would. Why spoil a nice father-daughter relationship?
Roger finger-fucked his little daughter while he looked at her. Then he went back to eating out her sweet, edible pussy. It was truly the sweetest pussy he had ever eaten. Also, probably, the youngest.
She had lean, young meat on her. And her skin was so soft! It was a pleasure to taste the sweet, ripe cunt flesh that May had between her legs.
He sucked long and loud. The fantastic sucking noises he was making with his mouth woke May up for a moment, out of her deep reverie of pleasure.
She looked down at her father with his face buried in her cunt and smiled. She'd never seen him in such a compromising position before. Did he eat her mother's pussy like that? The thought of her father eating her mother's cunt hole and making Mom all excited turned May on.
She had this sudden image of both of them in bed with her father, and then quickly repressed the thought. It was a shocking thought. But boy, oh boy, would she love to watch her parents in action!
Right now, just the fact of her father being in bed with her was all May needed to get her very, very excited. Her father continued to stimulate her pussy with his sharp, pleasurable tongue. It pistoned in and out of her hole like a sewing machine needle, keeping May in ecstasy. She giggled and moaned almost nonstop now. She couldn't get away from that teasing tongue. Nor did she want to.
Her father's hands lay gently on either thigh, pinching and squeezing the soft inner thigh flesh, but mainly just keeping the thighs apart, so her forward pelvic thrust would expose her tender pussy flesh to his view and to his roving tongue.
"Mmmmmm," groaned little blond May as her daddy's tongue swept all over her hot twat. She wrapped her little legs around his head and held him close to her. The tighter she held him in 'the vise-like grip of her thighs, the more acute and sensuous was the pressure of his tongue and lips on her cunt.
Slurp! Slurp! went her daddy's mouth and lips, lick! Lick! went his hot tongue over her. It swept down one thigh and up the other. Then it licked its way back, hovering over her hole again. The tongue thrust up her cunt again, dove straight down her hole and licked and licked and tasted of all the sweet juices that squeezed from her cunt walls.
"Mmmmm, you taste good, darling," Roger was saying as he tasted the sweet saltiness of her cunt juice.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, your hot tongue feels so good on my little pussy! Oh, Daddy, make me feel real good and hot!" begged May, hardly recognizing the plaintive urgings of her own voice.
Her daddy answered with more fervent reamings of her cunt, this time guaranteed to bring her all the way to her climax. She began moaning in earnest now, giving his stiff tongue tight squeezes and thrusting her pelvis up again and again, getting the fullest, maximum pleasure from her father's sucking.
"Ohhhhh, oh, that feels so good," she moaned. "Oh, Daddy, keep eating me, oh, please, oh make me come!"
Already she was feeling her temperature rising. Her cunt was hot and itchy. And she wanted more and more. She couldn't stop herself. She was floating now. Her daddy's tongue and hot, wet, sucking lips were pushing her over the pinnacle now.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh!" May heard herself moan, but already she was in another world. She was writhing in sheer, unadulterated pleasure now as her father's wet tongue and lips were scratching her itch, were sucking her to heaven and back, were eating her all the way home.
May grasped her daddy's blond head and pressed it into her groin, clawing his scalp and humping herself against his face, dripping with saliva and the musky juices of her cunt.
Roger held on, eating her and sucking her till she was finished writhing and moaning, till he was sure she had come.
"Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, that was terrific, oh, that was wonderful, oh, honey Daddy, that was so nice, Daddy, darling, how could you do this to me, bring me such nice sweet pleasures! Oh, I'll never be the same!"
Roger held his daughter tight, his arms around her asscheeks, around her slim, white thighs, his head pillowed on her soft muff. He lay there panting, out of breath from having given his daughter her first head.
At least he thought it was her first.
He hoped it had been her first. And he hoped it wouldn't be his last.
Roger looked at his watch. Four-thirty. His wife wouldn't be home for another forty-five minutes yet. There was still time. He wanted to take his daughter's cherry. If she still had it, that is.
He wondered if she would let him.
He got up then and stood beside his daughter's bed. He began stripping all his clothes off. May started gulping and sighing when she opened her eyes at last from her post-come stupor and saw what he was doing.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I'm afraid," she said plaintively. She eyed him as his naked, hairy, muscular, adult male body began to appear. It would be the first completely naked man she'd ever seen.
He'd stripped down to his shorts now. May watched with fascination the big bulge between his legs. She had always been aware, from the time she was a very little girl, of the mound he had there. But never had she seen it swollen like this before! She wondered if he had the same thing there that her brother Ralphie had.
Well, of course he would, she chided herself. They were both men! Then she began wondering how their cocks were alike and how they were different.
She reached out to squeeze her father's thick, muscled thigh just then. He had such a nice body. He had such a nice build. Then her eyes grew wide as he slipped his shorts down over his basket.
When they were clear of his groin, she watched his thick cock jump up into a fine, seven-inch erection. Her father had won in inches. He was longer than Ralphie. She longed to measure it around with her thumb and forefinger. Then she could tell who for sure was thicker. They both seemed fairly thick. But she had a feeling that her brother had the edge on that score.
May began shaking as her father stepped out of his shorts and was completely nude now. He stood before her, a giant of a man. He wasn't really as big as he appeared to her, but after all, she was just a little girl, just his little daughter, and seemed very, very large to her.
After all, it was going to be her first time. "No, no," she began to protest as he got into bed beside her.
"This is just a kid's bed," he protested. "How do you expect an old man like me to fit in here with you?"
She giggled and it broke the ice. All of a sudden she was putty in his arms. He pressed his hard, hairy body next to her fragile, tender young one. She felt his cock poke her side.
Suddenly she had the great desire to touch his cock, just as she had so much wanted to touch her brother Ralphie's.
"May I?" she said, reaching out.
"Of course!" boomed her father. "You don't have to ask permission to touch my cock!" He rolled over on his back, so his jutting cock shot straight up in the air, casting a mushroom-shaped shadow over his groin.
"Yum, yum," said May, licking her lips. She longed to take the great big all-day sucker into her mouth and lick and lick and lick it until her appetite for hot cock was satisfied. But she didn't dare just yet. She was afraid.
First she wanted to touch it all over. She wanted to make further explorations on his cock than she had made on her brother's. She wanted to go deeper into virgin territory. How lucky she was to have a father like him, who cared deeply for her sexual education, who cared to such an extent that he would actually show her everything, how to do it, and give her plenty of pleasure besides.
She took his cock now like she was shaking his hand, grabbing it in her hot little fist and letting it slide out again.
She took it again and again in her hand, letting it slide out each time. Then May took her father's cock in her hand once more and began jacking it, as she had watched her brother do. The fascinated attention she had riveted on Ralphie's erect cock now paid off. She would be able to bring her father off.
She cleverly placed her thumb and forefinger over the cockhead, just as she had seen Ralphie do. Then she whipped the circle of her thumb and forefinger over and over her father's magnificent cockhead. She felt the preseminal fluid ooze out of his pee hole and she glossed it all over the glistening, red cockhead, just as she'd seen Ralphie do. She was proud to show her father what she knew, proud to demonstrate the tricks of the trade that she had picked up with so little instruction.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh," her father moaned with every sweet stroke of her hand on his thick, throbbing cockhead.
May whipped her hand up and down his cock with her expert stroking. Up, down, up, down went her small hand over the thick muscle jutting from her father's groin.
"Oh, sweetie, honey, where did you learn to do that? Oh, it's so nice. Your hand feels so good on my hot cock!"
She didn't dare reveal the source of what little carnal knowledge she possessed. She had a funny feeling that her father would not approve.
She ran a finger over the prominent, pulsating vein that ran in a ridge along her father's cock. She longed to take the thick dick into her eager mouth, between her hungry lips, but she was afraid to.
Did girls do such things? She didn't know, so she continued to jack it off. That much, she knew how to do. She jacked the cock hard. She dipped her hand down to his balls, and cupped them. She noticed that her father's balls were not quite as firm as her brother's, and saw that one hung a little lower than the other.
Still they were nice to touch. They were nice to feel. They were nice to roll around in the palm of her hand.
She felt so tiny pressed shoulder to shoulder against her father.
She felt truly feminine alongside her daddy. Before she'd felt just like his little girl. Now she was about to become his lover! The thought shook her.
Still, how nice it would be to mount that cock right now. She eyed his prick as it waved in the air under the pressure of her firm jacking.
But it would be even nicer, first, to take it between her lips and taste it all over. She licked her lips at the thought. It was unconscious, but he saw her do it.
"Sweetie," said her daddy, "wouldn't you like to taste my cock?"
"Oh, yes!" breathed May. "Oh, may I? Oh, it looks so delicious!"
"I'd love to have you suck on it. Go on!" He nudged her head with his hand in the direction of his cock.
She could hardly believe her ears. Then she worked her way down her father's body, over his fine, hairy chest, over his flat, trim belly, down to his hairy crotch, out of which his fabulous cock sprang.
Her mouth hovered over it for just an instant like a bird in flight, before coming down quickly to his bald cockhead, planting her lips juicily around it.
Ohhhh, she moaned to herself. It was such a fine feeling, this cock between her lips. She felt very erotic and sensuous as she let the cockhead slide easily between her lips and into her mouth.
"Suck!" said her father. And she sucked. She sucked on his delicate cockhead like it was a woman's tit. It felt so good between her lips that she kept passing the cockhead in and out of her mouth, just to savor its delicate flavor again and again and again.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned her father, feeling his dick penetrate the walls of his daughter's mouth. "Oh, that feels so good. Let it go all the way in now, honey, all the way in to your throat!"
May did as her father suggested. She let her favorite cockhead slip past her lips and into the cavernous hole of her mouth. Now nearly his whole seven-inch shaft was beyond the portals of her lips.
And she was practically gagging on his big cock. She didn't know how it all managed to get into her mouth at once, but it did. And she was managing like a trooper. All she kept doing, was to suck on it constantly. She nearly gagged once or twice, but her father taught her how to keep from gagging by taking the whole cockhead right down her throat and inhibiting her natural impulse to gag.
"It takes practice," he said between moans. "But you're managing quite fine. I'm proud to call you my daughter!"
May could barely manage a smile, so much hot cock was stuffed into her mouth. But she thought a smile! And she was only too happy to please her father, after all the fine instruction he had given her over the last hour.
She slurped and slobbered her saliva over his fine prick. She rolled her tongue over the instrument wedged into her mouth. She licked the length of his staff. Finally he mounted her face and fucked his daughter's mouth.
He straddled her shoulders and neck and thrust again and again between her lips, chocking her mouth full of his big, hot cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as he felt his hot wet tool getting thicker and stiffer within the confines of his daughter's oral cavity.
"Nghnghngh," grunted May, sucking for all her might on the stiff cock. She made wet sucking noises as her daddy's prick passed in and out of her saliva-filled mouth.
"Oh, eat me, eat me," her Daddy was crooning as he rode back and forth, seesawing on his knees, passing his thick prick in and out of her face.
May was only too eager to please her Daddy. She felt his hot, muscled thighs enclose her chest. She could hardly breathe for all the sweaty male body crammed inside her mouth and wrapped around her body.
But she loved it. Especially when she felt his dick get rock hard in her mouth. She knew that he was ready to spurt his juices any moment now.
She waited with bated breath for him to cream in her mouth. She had a terrible urge to yank the prick out just in time. But he kept pumping away inside her mouth, so she held on.
Finally she felt the first oozings of prick fluid escape his pee slit. Then there was a big gush, more than she could swallow at one time.
"Nghnghnghngh," she heard her father grunt as he emptied his balls of their heavy load. "Milk me dry, hon, milk me dry! Squeeze it all out! Suck it out!"
May sucked hard, sucking all the jism into her mouth that she could store there at one time. The semen had a peculiarly clean, antiseptic taste. She liked it. She liked the taste. She'd never tasted anything like it before.
"Where should I spit it out?" inquired May, looking around for a handkerchief, a pillowcase, anything to spit the man-cream into.
"Why not swallow it?" suggested her father. "It's very nourishing, you know."
May didn't know. She didn't particularly relish the idea of swallowing semen, her father's or any other man's. The reason was that, frankly, it had never occurred to her before.
Well, why not? she asked herself.
With one big gulp, she took the first load down. Then another gulp, and another.
She licked her lips, feeling and tasting her father's creamy come all over her taste buds, all down her throat. The taste, the male flavor, was a curious one. It was a taste she would not soon forget.
She licked and swallowed, and licked and swallowed again. Her father patted her head then and rolled off her.
He lay down beside his darling daughter and looked at his watch again. It was nearing five. There wasn't much more time. He still had fresh ground to break. He wanted to take his daughter's cherry from her before supper!
He felt little May's arm around his own. "How do you like your darling papa in bed, sweetie?" he asked.
"Oh, you're very nice, Daddy," answered May affectionately. "I just saw a whole other side of you, you know? A side that usually only Mom sees."
Her face was a rosy, healthy red. Her eyes glowed. Absentmindedly, she fingered her twat, so fresh from its recent licking. She felt good ... satisfied ... except for one thing.
She eyed her father's wilted cock. She regretted not waiting, so she could have had the real McCoy up her needy hole.
Now she didn't know what to do. She wanted to make her father's soft prick hard again.
Could she do that? Could HE do that again? Would it get hard again? She was too inexperienced to know all the answers already.
She thought it wouldn't hurt to try. She reached over and took his dick once more into her hand.
Her father Roger was grateful. Already, he had been thinking the same thing, but he did not know if she could make it happen again.
It would prove her mettle as a woman, if she could. May jacked his cock ardently.
Already it was standing halfway up. When he began fingering his daughter's twat, she jacked all the harder. Now she knew getting his stiff cock inside her was not only a possibility, it was a probability.
It lent her inspiration, this knowledge. She grabbed his cock and whacked harder. It was soon all the way up. She whacked some more. It got as stiff as a board again.
Her father was breathing heavily, not only because he was erect again, but because this was a momentous occasion, the deflowering of his only daughter. And by none other than the best man he could think of to take her cherry, namely, himself! Her old man! What other man would treat her as kindly? What other man would have her own well-being at heart? What other man would give her such full consideration in this, her very first Sex act?
No other man, that was who!
He wet his fingers and carried the saliva down between her legs, aiding her own natural lubrication in preparation for his entry.
She jacked him harder now, feeling her twat become hungry, in response to his manual maneuverings.
She wanted her Daddy to penetrate her instantly. She wanted to feel that big cock of his inside her. She wanted her deflowering to occur in the next few seconds.
It did. Responding to her secret wish, her Daddy mounted her, jockeying for position. May looked up at him and gasped.
She frightened, yet eager, for the penetration to occur.
She felt his cock knock at the portals of her cunt. She inhaled sharply. He pushed and pushed. His cockhead entered her.
"Ohhh!" she laughed, gleeful that she was going to be devirginized at last.
She hoped he would go slow. She did not want her daddy to hurt her. But he had never hurt her.
So why should he hurt her now on this all-important occasion?
"Honey, I'm going to put it all the way in now. It may hurt a little. Are you ready?"
She nodded. She wanted to remember everything, down to the last detail. The way her father was huffing and puffing, holding himself aloft over her. The way she felt, all excited and eager ... even the way the bedclothes were flung over the bottom of the mattress. She'd put it all in her diary later.
Ow! It hurt like hell when her father pushed and pushed against the cuntal walls. "There's no maidenhead, honey," explained her father, "but my cock's pretty big. Long and thick, you know? Bigger than my tongue and bigger than my fingers. So it'll take a little doing. Just be patient."
He pressed and pressed. Finally he pulled away, to apply some saliva to her cunt hole. He took her own spittle and passed it all over his cock. Together, their genitals were pretty well lubricated.
"Now I think we're ready to roll," said her father. "Let's pull together now. Figuratively speaking! You push!"
The lubrication helped. Slowly the friction of his cock against her pussy walls brought forth her own lubrication. And slowly, slowly, he slipped on through. At last he was all the way into her.
She gasped with pleasure. What a strange and wonderful feeling! His cock inside her felt like a slippery eel. He pulled it out and pressed it slowly back into her. It was easier this time.
"Thrust your hips up to meet my thrusts," her father advised.
She did that, and it was easier. In fact, he could go even further up her then. He could get his long, fat cock all the way up to her cervix.
"Oh, Daddy, your sweet hot cock feels so good inside me. Oh, do it some more, Daddy!"
May was eager to be fucked good and proper by her father. And her father was most eager to administer to his daughter a good hard fucking.
"Tell me to fuck you, May," said her daddy, looking down at her as he balanced his entire heavy weight on his hands, ready to thrust in and out of her again.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" chirped his sweet, blond daughter under him, the one he had helped create barely thirteen years before.
He had a terrible thought just then but repressed it from his mind. No, he decided, it couldn't happen. He wouldn't let the possibility ruin his pleasure. She was too young to bear a child.
"I'll be glad to fuck you, sweetheart," he crooned. She was a great lay, just like her mother. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in youth and beauty.
He pressed his smoldering cock in and out of his sweet daughter's cunt. He pressed in and out of her hungry, wet twat again and again. To his every thrust, she gave a skillful counter thrust. Their groins slapped together sweatily. Her bed rocked.
"Oh, more, Daddy, do it more, please, more, Daddy!"
Her daddy's response was to send his thick, hard meat up between her spread thighs repeatedly. He wanted to bring great pleasure, great satisfaction to his young sensuous daughter.
Her eyes were closed now. She was just feeling. The incredible sensations made her head reel. Their bodies plunged together and fell apart again and again.
All that could be heard in the room was the sound of flesh slapping and the bed moving an inch or so across the floor with every fucking motion.
He hovered over her, his large muscled body almost concealing her own slight feminine one. He kissed her and she smelled and tasted his heavy male odor of tobacco and sweat.
He tongued her, pressing his tongue muscle between her lips, rolling it around and around. His tongue was long and thick and filled her mouth nearly as much as his cock was filling her pussy.
She sucked on his tongue while her cunt muscles sucked in his prick.
She was filled to capacity with his male muscles, and May wouldn't have had it any other way.
She gave thanks for her daddy and his expert first lesson, for his open-mindedness. Especially she gave thanks that nature had endowed him with such a healthy-sized cock and an erection that could last and last.
He pumped and pumped, and May felt her erotic temperature rising and rising. She knew she would come any minute. She knew her daddy would fill her with his hot come soon.
Meanwhile, she humped herself on his dick. She heaved her groin up and down, up and down, feeling his full length of cock inside her.
The shaft of his cock grazed her clit again and again and again. Her little erect clit began screaming for joy and passion.
"Ohhhhhh!" May began moaning.
Their fucking bodies rocked the bed and set up a terrible clatter that might have been heard all over the house.
Roger's balls were boiling. He would come in a few seconds. They fucked more.
Finally he came, feeling his jism burst out and empty into his daughter. Together they shook the bed till they exhausted themselves. Father and daughter were satiated. They stretched and yawned on the bed, weary and satisfied.
"Oh, that was wonderful," said Roger, passing his hand over his daughter's delicate curves. He wanted to have her again, and soon.
"Thanks, Dad," said May. She was tired but happy. Her whole female being was filled with satiation and gratitude. She was a young teenage girl with several prospective fucking partners in her own household. She was lucky she didn't have far to look. Other girls did.
May's naked body, pressed sensuously against her father's, jumped suddenly when Mrs. Thompson's voice called from downstairs.
"Children, children, what are you doing? Supper will be very soon. Finish your homework and come down. Any idea where your father it?"
"No, Mom!" yelled May, trying not to laugh. "He was here earlier. He came and went off, I guess you could say."
"What?" yelled Dorothy Thompson. "That's strange." Her footsteps began coming up the stairway.
Father and daughter gasped. There was no lock on the door. Roger sprang out of bed and began throwing his clothes on. May huddled under the covers.
May's daddy had just finished dressing when the door swung open and May's mother entered and stopped, a strange look creeping over her face. All the blood appeared to drain from it.
"What are you doing in here?" she demanded of her husband. "Didn't you hear me ask for you?" Her voice was laced with bitterness. She reached for the bedspread and flung it aside.
May lay underneath, naked as a baby.