Chapter 7
Daddy rubbed soothing ointment into Annie's sore behind.
Annie was stretched out on her belly in her bed. She was limp and drained.
She and Daddy were in her bedroom. Like the rest of the house, its formerly familiar surroundings now seemed strange, like a room seen in a dream.
The blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed. Annie lay on the clean white sheets. Her head rested in her folded arms.
Daddy sat on the edge of the bed, near the night table. Sitting on the table was a jar of cool, soothing ointment.
When he took Annie into her bedroom, he felt her bottom. She moaned and tears came to her eyes. Annie whimpered softly.
Daddy said that it pained him to have to punish her, but under the circumstances she had gotten off lightly. But he felt sorry for his little darling.
"I'm going to do something which will make you feel better," he said.
He pulled down the sheets and blankets and told her to lie down on her tummy.
Annie's long limbs rustled against the smooth sheets. They smelled fresh and clean.
Her breasts flattened and pushed outward to the sides when she lay flat.
Nervously she asked Daddy if he was going to spank her some more. Laughing, he assured her that he wasn't. Annie felt vaguely disappointed, somehow.
But it was good to be in her bedroom, alone with Daddy.
And Daddy was naked-just like she was.
Their relationship had entered a strange new dimension.
Daddy left the lights off in her room. The hall lights were on, and they shone through her open door. The light was soft and intimate.
Daddy told her to stay right where she was-he would be right back.
He exited the room and went into the bathroom. Annie heard the medicine chest being opened, then closed. Daddy returned.
He switched on a small, dim lamp on her dresser. He closed her bedroom door.
Annie's heart skipped a beat when she heard the lock click into place.
Daddy had locked himself in with her-and locked the rest of the world outside.
She had been emotionally and physically exhausted. Now, adrenalin surged through her, filling her with new energy and renewed strength.
The mattress sank when Daddy sat down on it. There was a click as he set the jar down on the table. Annie lifted her head to see what it was.
She recognized the jar of antiseptic salve which was good for burns and scrapes.
Reassured, she buried her face in her arms. She felt like a little girl.
Daddy unscrewed the cap. He dipped his fingers into the ointment and rubbed the stuff on his palms. Then he reached for his daughter.
Annie's gasp was loud and hissing when he gripped her bottom.
"Relax, darling," Daddy whispered. "I won't hurt you."
He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck.
Annie shivered. He asked, "Are you cold, honey?"
"No, Daddy."
"This might be a bit rough on your tender little bottom, but after I've rubbed the ointment into it, most of the burning should go away."
His hands were greasy with the stuff. He rubbed it into Annie's bottom.
Her rounded, cupcake buns rippled under his massaging hands. His palms glided over her greased bottom flesh, tenderly rubbing the ointment into her.
Annie's buttocks tingled. They felt hot and cold at the same time.
So did she.
Daddy was right. After he massaged the oily goo into her behind, some of the stinging faded and went away, although she still was sore and tender.
Her buttocks felt numb. The underlying ache had subsided but not vanished.
Her buttocks were live, slippery things in his hands. Daddy's hands were big. Each of them covered a large area of her buttocks.
"Are you starting to feel better, Annie?"
"Yes, Daddy. Lots better." She added, "I always feel better when I'm with you."
"I'll make you feel even better than this," he said. "Spread your legs a little wider, dear, so Daddy can get at those hard-to-reach parts."
Annie moved her feet wide apart, so that they rested at the corners of the bed.
Annie tightened up as Daddy's fingertip brushed her pussy.
"You're getting to be a big girl, Annie. I should have done this a long time ago."
"Done what, Daddy?"
"You'll see," he promised her.
Ointment covered his fingers. He rubbed them against her soft pussy lips. Annie gasped with pleasure. He stroked her pussy.
Soon her labia were slippery and glistening with the ointment. It tingled on this, the most intimately sensitive part of her body.
Each caressing touch of his fingers on her flesh made her heart beat faster.
"Daddy-I love you!"
"And I love you, Annie. I'm going to show you just how much I love you."
Bedsprings creaked and the mattress sank as Daddy mounted the bed.
He knelt behind his daughter. He took some more of the oily ointment and smeared it over his cock, which now stood stiff in a state of massive erection.
Soon a coating of lubricating jelly covered his long thick penis.
Annie started to move around, to see what would happen.
"Lie where you are, darling. You leave everything to Daddy."
He hooked his massive forearm under her tummy and lifted her. He made Annie get up on her knees, so that her bottom and hips were the most elevated parts of her body.
Annie's pussy quivered, the pink lips glistening with oil.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now, Annie?"
"I know what I'm hoping and praying that you'll do, Daddy!"
He chuckled fondly. "Yes, you surely are your father's little girl!"
"It's only you, Daddy. You're the only one. I want to be more to you than just your little girl. I'm grown up enough to please you like a woman."
"I believe you are at that, Annie. I've waited for this for a long time."
"So have I."
Daddy moved his daughter's knees farther apart, spreading her thighs.
Her bottom glowed a deep rose color through the glistening coat of oil on it.
Daddy gripped his cock. It was stiff and slippery. Veins throbbed on the shaft.
He pressed the broad, fleshy head of his cock against Annie's pussy lips.
"Ooooooh, Daddy!" There was a child-like quality in her voice which made his cock throb with arousal.
Annie whispered, "Let me get on my back, Daddy, please! I want to see you!"
He patted her bottom. "We'll do it like that, Annie. But I'm going to do it to you this way first, to give your bottom a chance to cool off."
"I don't mind, Daddy-I can stand a little pain."
"Who's in charge here, Annie, me, or you?"
"You, Daddy, of course."
"You just leave everything to me, little darling. Trust Daddy."
Daddy moved his cock head up and down her slit, stroking the thin labia with it.
It was a sensual friction which made Annie's pussy drip with juices.
Every nerve in her body felt tinglingly alive. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her mouth was cotton dry with anticipation.
As he continued the rubbing, Annie moaned and wiggled her bottom.
Daddy pressed his cock head between her pussy lips.
He leaned into her. The wedge of his cock head split and spread her pussy lips. They moved to the sides, folding over, stretching.
Juices gleamed wet and slippery on the pussy membranes.
Fat veins stood out on Daddy's forehead as his cock slowly sank into Annie.
A low moaning drone sounded in Annie's ears. It took her a moment to realize that the gasping sounds were coming from her as she was penetrated.
Daddy entered his little girl very slowly. He was big between his legs, and she was small and tight-an asset which gave him supreme pleasure.
Annie's head lifted up from her arms. Her eyes were slits, and her mouth was open and gasping. Her pink tongue glided over her lips.
Daddy had always encouraged his girls to be sexually liberated, so it came as no surprise to him that Annie wasn't a virgin.
He knew she had lost it, or thrown it away, years ago.
He regretted not taking it himself. But for all her sexual freedom, he was fairly certain that there was one part of Annie which was untouched-her virgin ass.
That was a prize he was reserving strictly for himself, when the time came.
And Kim--He was certain that she was a virgin.
He promised himself that he wouldn't neglect the opportunity to take Kim's cherry.
After all, it was better that he take it than anybody else.
Who would treat little Kimmie with more love and understanding her first time than her very own daddy?
How much better it would be for Kim to be initiated into the mysteries of sex by the man who knew her best, a mature and patient lover, rather than for Kim to lose her precious maidenhead to some fumbling high school clown.
But Kim he would save for later. He realized that the reason that he was thinking about his younger daughter while he was fucking Annie was because he knew that Annie was his, that she surely belonged to him body and soul.
He created her. He raised her into adolescence. He had guarded and guided and watched over her. Now, it was time to reap the rewards.
Or rape the rewards-which he would have done if she had resisted him.
She had to belong to him, and so did Kim.
But his thoughts of Kim faded into the background as his rigid rod was surrounded by the hot wet velvet of Annie's pussy.
His cock fit as tightly in her as a finger fits inside a rubber glove.
He stretched her. He penetrated her slowly, easily, not wanting to hurt or frighten her at this delicate stage.
He needn't have worried. Annie was no novice when it came to sex-she was only a novice as far as fucking her daddy was concerned.
He promised himself that she would have lots of practice in the future.
He gripped her hips. His hands were oily, and left glistening smears on her thighs, her hips, and her bottom. It didn't matter.
He rocked back and forward, thrusting in and out.
He started slowly, then speeded up the pace when he saw how eager she was.
Now he buried his cock deep into her, so that its head bumped the mouth of her womb. His balls lightly slapped her pussy when he thrust deep.
When he pulled out, only his knobbed cock head remained inside her pussy.
He was glad that Annie had been discovered when she was-at that time, he had only had one orgasm. Now, he was rested and ready to go--
Even if he hadn't been, the forbidden excitement of making love to his teenage daughter would surely have charged up his batteries, no matter how tired he was.
Annie moved her hips in response to his surging thrusts.
Her red face was screwed up like she was crying, but she wasn't. The girl moaned with ecstasy as each deep stroke took her higher and higher.
He reached under her and took hold of her breasts.
The oiled ointment made them slippery. Her stiff nipples grazed his greasy palms.
He squeezed the breasts and pinched the nipples.
Annie rocked her hips faster and wilder. She was a wanton creature, Daddy was glad to see. Like himself, Annie was a creature of fierce lusts.
Annie moaned continuously. Her .body shook as he thrust into her.
Daddy reached under his darling daughter's hips and pressed his fingers against her clitoris. He rubbed it roughly while continuing to fuck her hard.
That was the final stimulus, the last thing she needed to make her climax.
Her shriek was a whisper. Her tight pussy became even tighter as it contracted.
There was no need to hold back any longer. He let himself go.
Semen gushed from his cock head, pouring into her pussy, filling it.
Her membranes were super-heated. The semen was cool and soothing as it soaked into the tender tissues. Annie's moans were non-stop, continuous.
He grunted from deep in his stomaach as a large quantity of semen was pumped into her.
Annie let out her breath in a hiss which sounded like boiling steam.
Her head drooped forward, a flower suddenly too heavy for the stem of her neck.
She buried her face back in her arms.
His cock twitched and jerked inside her. Finally, only a few thin drops were squeezed out from his red, still-erect member.
After a few moments, he pulled out of her. His cock, lubricated with a mixture of semen, secretions, and ointment, glided over her membranes.
His knobbed cock head popped free from her labia. A strand of semen clung to her pussy lips and his cock head. It stretched to the breaking point.
As he watched the semen strand fall back and cling to her crotch, the thought struck him that Annie had begun as similar stuff some sixteen years ago.
Annie's knees spread farther and farther apart. Her middle sank lower and lower until finally she lay flat on her tummy.
Her shoulders shook with soft sobbing.
"Annie-why are you crying, honey?"
She lifted her face, tears gleaming on it. "I'm crying 'cause I'm so happy, Daddy!"
He stretched out alongside her and gathered her up in his big arms and pulled her close to him. Her tears wet his hairy chest.
He stroked and calmed and soothed her. Yes, Annie belonged to him.
At the same time, in the house next door, in Claire's bedroom, Jim Barton's younger daughter, Kim, was discovering how to please her female lover.
Little Kim lay on her back, with her thin legs spread wide open.
Claire was on top of her. Claire straddled the younger girl, sitting on her face.
She leaned forward, so her own mouth was fastened to Kim's sweet slit.
Claire had carefully instructed Kim in the art of oral love.
She taught by doing. She licked and tongued and mouthed Kim's pussy in just the way that she wanted Kim to do to her.
Kim was a quick study, when it came to something she loved.
She now knew that she loved to eat pussy-Claire's pussy.
Kim's angelic, delicately featured face was covered from her hairline to the point of her chin with Claire's thick secretions.
Claire's thighs bracketed Kim's head, pressing against her wet cheeks.
Claire's pussy lips were split and spread, so that her naked membranes pressed Kim's face. Kim's lips were glued to the labia.
Her tongue burrowed up along Claire's slit, rubbing her clitoris.
The roots of Kim's tongue ached, but she kept right on working.
Claire's pussy was humid, steamy with arousal. It had a thick, musky aroma which filled Kim's nostrils, and seemed to penetrate the pores of her face.
Kim held her tongue straight up, its tip fastened relentlessly to the clitoris.
Claire rocked her hips back and forth. She gave as good as she got.
Her face was pressed against Kim's pussy. She loved the thin lips and relatively hairless slit of the youngster, her sweet, fresh taste.
The bedsprings creaked as the teenagers writhed in pleasure. The room was filled with slurping liquid sounds as they mouthed each other's pussies.
Claire had the benefit of experience. She made Kim come first.
Her tongue caressed Kim's clitoris, kindling a fire, heating her up.
The fire flared up into an inferno as Kim's climax was triggered.
Kim couldn't continue to eat Claire, not with the fierce waves of pleasure which rippled through her, melting her like she was made of wax.
Claire was understanding. She lifted her pussy off Kim's wet face so the girl could fill her lungs with fresh cool air.
Kim wailed like a banshee as her orgasm rocked her.
Claire waited until Kim stopped writhing beneath her. During the time while Kim was too incapacitated by pleasure to mouth her, Claire kept her own fires burning by fondling her pussy and playing with her lush breasts.
Kim's raw moaning finally died away into soft, satisfied sighs.
Finally, she returned to the world of reality-and for Kim, reality consisted only of Claire's flesh, the bed on which they lay, and the closed capsule of the room.
Kim said, "Claire, Claire, I love you!"
"I love you, Kimmie. And I want you to make love to my pussy with your mouth," Claire said gently. "You still have to finish me off, Kim."
Kim's soft-spoken apology was muffled and silenced as Claire lowered her pussy back on the young teen's face.
Claire shivered with delight as Kim's tongue rose up inside her.
The tongue slithered into her pussy and wrapped itself around Claire's clitoris.
The brunette's breasts bobbed as she rocked back and forth on Kim's mouth, riding her little loving girlfriend's mouth to her orgasm.
Claire cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples very hard, digging her nails into them. The sharp pains made her pussy tingle and quiver.
As Kim's tongue whipped Claire's pussy to the climax, the older teen glowed with the knowledge that she had conquered a real prize-Kim.
Claire had Annie to thank for that. It was so thoughtful of Annie to go next door, leaving Claire alone in the house with sweet young Kim.
Claire wondered what was happening to Annie. Claire knew from first-hand experience about the sexual arrangement between her parents and the Bartons.
Many many times, Claire had made the foursome into a quintet.
And now Annie would be joining them. Claire was sure of that. Still, she hoped somewhat selfishly that she could keep Kim just to herself for a little while.