Chapter 4
After their dinner, after another hour of play, when their dad still hadn't come home, Eva gave him up. She felt just a bit disgusted with herself, with Joe. "He's such a damned baby," she muttered to "herself as she brushed her long, dark hair, admiring the way her young breasts seemed to get bigger as she raised her arms. Her transparent nightie, her very shortest one that barely came to her crotch, showed the sharply pointed little titties at their best.
She had put another tampon back in her tight little pussy. The sight of the white string, peeping out from between her fat cuntlips with their black hair, gave her a grown up feeling. "And the way I feel, I could start flowing right this minute," she said in her confidentially low voice.
Damn Jodie, anyhow! She had gotten it up for him, mainly by letting him look, at close range, into the slickly pink opening of her sweet little cunt. But when she tried to pull him onto her, tried to fuck up at him and lodge his hard tool in her wishful vagina, he had turned chicken. But at least he had greased his fingers with some kind of cream, and he had finger-fucked her until she had a couple of big, relieving cums. And at the same time, he had let her jerk at his cock, telling her just how to do it, and complaining that she didn't know any more about a guy's prick than he knew about a girl's pussy. As she was only too well aware.
"I sure wish I knew more," she said aloud, her sweet little face wistful in the big mirror. "I wish I knew about me, and about him. Maybe I could talk some sense into his head."
She jumped as she heard the doorbell. She had forgotten about her dad. Now, startled, she ran out of her room and down the stairs, remembering only after she reached the first floor hall that she had on this wild, revealing little scrap of nightie. And, if what Joe had said was true, it wouldn't mean a thing to her dad. In Jodie's coarse expression, "he'll probably be fucked out!"
As a matter-of-fact, Kelly James had thought he was, too. Mae had been hot, ready, juicy, and very, very tight. "I'm about due for my period, Kelly baby," she had laughed, once they were in his "secret room" at the store, and had both undressed. "I always get extra hot. And my old pussy tightens up like when we were in school."
He had thrown her on her back, sucking at her streaming hole while she kicked her heels and squealed in joy, cumming with a rush and a roar. Her cunt juice tasted rich and strong, like a woman's should. And her thick blonde cunt hair had absorbed a lot of the girl-cum as she had worked. Now it was dried and chewy, as he mouthed around in that stiff bush. Like a good cheese, he thought. Good old Mae! So they had fucked a couple of times. Twice in an hour is pretty good for anybody, Kelly thought. "I'll be glad to hit the sack," he had laughed as he squeezed good old Mae's big boobs one last time, leaning into her car.
But he felt a strange, frightening sense of lust as the door opened on his daughter. This afternoon, looking up at the hairy, fat little spread of young cunt, he had known she was a woman. Come to think of it, that was what had given him the drive to call Mae at her work, after she had waved to him, and, there was no denying it, he had fucked the blonde because of that haunting memory of his little girl's cute, fat little pussy.
He bent to kiss her, and was surprised when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He had the peculiar desire to shove his big tongue into her sweet youth mouth, and trembled inwardly as he thought of making his flesh too much a part of this young girl, sprung from his loins, a part of him. Some deep tribal instinct made the thought sickening, but an instinct that went back millions of years deeper gave him a glow in his big cock and balls.
"You're a little late," Eva said, pretending grown-up severity, but she gaily took her father's hand and trotted beside him as they went to the stairs. She was sniffin the air to see if she could get any olfactory confirmation of Joe's predictions, but she suddenly thought: If I go up ahead of daddy, he'll be looking right into my ass, my cunt.
It had its pleasant side, but it was frightening, too. After all, she was very young, only thirteen, and conditioned to care very much what her father wanted from her, wanted her to do, expected of her.
He may have had the same thought, for he put his big arm down around her, across her warm little back and under her arm. She was more than a foot shorter than he was, so the position was awkward, but Eva was aware that his hand was in the sweetly haired young armpit, brushing her jiggling, soft little breast.
Her father must have had the same thought, for his face was red and he leaned slightly because a brand-new hard-on, just coming on, made it necessary.
He kissed her good night at the door of his room, and she went on to her door, but slowly. When she saw that there was no light showing under Jodie's door, she opened it and looked in. Her heart was pounding, and she had a strange warmth in her pussy, not at all like she had felt earlier. This feeling had a large portion of fear.
Her brother was asleep. "Sweet baby," she breathed. "He's the one who's all fucked out." She almost giggled. "Well ... sucked out," she said in that faint whisper which only reached her own ears.
She turned back to her father's room, knocked so softly that only a man whose senses were sharpened could have heard it, and went in swiftly at the low-voiced command, "Come on in."
Kelly James had all his clothes off except his slacks and was sitting on the bed. Like his daughter's, his heart was beating very hard. But, where she felt the frightening beauty of adventurous fear, he felt confusion and, perhaps, remorse.
He had brought out his jar of Vaseline and two or three of the brightly colored, photographically illustrated sex books he kept in his bottom dresser drawer. Because he knew he was going to have to jerk off, if he was to get any sleep. He had seen a fringe of long, silky cunt hair hanging below the hem of Eva's nightie. He had felt similar hair under her arms, damp and fragrant with her sweet perspiration. He had not been able not to brush her young tits with his hand, they were so cute and hot and appealing. A monster! That was his thought.
And still, there was something about his getting another hard-on that tickled him. "Damn good for a guy my age," he had chuckled to himself, alone in his room.
And now, out of all reason, here was his daughter!
He looked at her curiously. Why had she come in here? What sort of temptation had God-or the Devil-rigged up for him? He had had a few drinks with Mae, and they must have hit him harder than usual.
He smiled at Eva, a somewhat tentative smile, but she looked at him seriously, her sweet little face worried, her small, tender hands locked just above her pussy, barely concealed by the gown.
"I came in here to apologize to you, daddy. To ask you to forgive me. To ask you for help."
He was jolted out of his confusion. "Apologize?" he asked. "What for? What'd you do to me?"
"This afternoon," she said in a low voice, sitting on the edge of a chair opposite where he sat on his bed. Her thighs, surprisingly mature for such a small girl, were tight together. Not that I'd look at her sweet little cunt, Joe lied to himself. But he looked.
"This afternoon," she went on, not looking at him, and with her face red, "when you came home and knocked on the bathroom door." She gulped, really frightened at what she was doing, completely unsure of her motive. "I've thought about it all day, me being so prissy with you. About seeing me naked," she added, shivering inside.
He looked at her and said: "You already apologized. Right there and then. Anyhow, I was a little bit schnockered. On beer. Had a few with the lady who bought the reefer. But thanks, baby. You're sweet!"
She remained where she was. "Daddy, I meant what I said today. I'd really like for you to look at me. Down there, I mean." His blush seemed to burn all over her body. Even her skin felt a bit too warm, and inside her cuntlips, far up in her young fuck-tube, there was a rippling wave of heat. Or was it? Was it fear? Or was it love?
"Go on, baby," Kelly said. "Go to bed. I've had a tough day. You're making it tougher."
"No, daddy!" Eva protested. "I want you to know that I love you too much to be afraid of you. You'll make me feel terrible if you don't look." She opened her thighs wide, which made the skimpy gown hike up, showing the dark triangle of dark hair, the top of the demurely hidden slit that made her a woman. Her father could not help staring, and was unconscious of the fact that he had licked his thick lips as he saw the warm little twat. "Please, daddy, I want you to."
He was opening his mouth to say "No!" in a positive voice when the shy girl got up and went to sit beside him on the bed. She was breathless from the effort it took to offer her body for a man's viewing, even her dad, having been brainwashed to protect her cunt and her breasts from male view. And she was topsy-turvy inside from the most hopeless confusion she had ever known.
Maybe her dad could help her. Maybe he could, honestly, teach her some of the things she almost knew, but wasn't sure of. Maybe he could-and would-give her some new kind of tenderness and parental understanding that few kids ever had. Like letting her be a human.
She snuggled close to him, feeling the warmth of his bare body. It gave her such a silent squeal of need from her pussy that she nearly fainted. She became aware that her father had a hard-on, that he had the books out. She even saw the Vaseline, and knew what it was for. Now, she had an added motive. If she could help Jodie, she must also help her father. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his mouth working.
"Please, daddy, just so I won't go to bed and stay awake because I feel bad?" she begged. "Like you said, I'm your little girl. You've seen me naked all my life. Until a couple of years ago."
He turned and looked at her "You say it would help you?" he asked. "You sure you mean that? You want me to look at your, uh, your body? Naked? Unnnhhh!" He let out a long sigh and looked away. His hard-on throbbed. I must have a whole, big, brand-new load built up, he told himself. What'll I do with it? Where'll I shoot it?
But he turned and took his little daughter by her arms, looking at her face but seeing down into the open top of the gown, seeing her lovely, pointed little boobs, the natural wrinkle of her belly at the waistline, even seeing the top of her dark bush of cunt hair. He tried to laugh, but nearly choked. "Maybe you won't be safe with me, little baby," he said huskily. "You know anything about men? About guys, I should say?"
She was able to smile, after a fashion. "No," she said. "That's my trouble. That's why I want your help. That's why I want you to look at me, at my, uh, you-know-what."
"Come on, baby," he said, shaking her gently. He sensed a certain amount of play-acting; the phoniness of the child gave him a bit of playful courage. "You know the common names for such things."
She dropped her eyes, her cheeks flaming. "Yes," she said in a very low voice. "But I'm afraid to use them. Oh, daddy!" and she flung herself on him and sobbed, "I need your help so much!"
And odd wave of freedom swept Kelly James. Even his hard-on subsided to half-size. If his daughter needed help, well, then, that made things different. Made them all right, in fact. He stood up, towering over the tiny girl, whose thighs were now apart again, and whose tiny nightie was around her waist. "Go ahead," he said in a rasping voice, "take the gown off. I'll do what you say."
Relief and fear swept the girl. She truly wanted to learn, truly wanted to make up to her beloved father if she had hurt him today. But there was a brilliant pang of cunt-hunger flashing through her soft, juicy, trembling young vagina, striking like fire in her wet, slick cuntlips. She closed her eyes as she raised her body, then her arms, and peeled out of the gown. "Are you going to undress?" she asked. "It would help me. You know, with some things I need to know."
"Wait a minute," Kelly said harshly. "You want to look at Me? What in hell are you trying to learn?"
His daughter, now lying on her back again, hands crossed over her soft young breasts, found it hard to speak. "I don't know anything about guys," she said. "I never have dated. Jodie's my little brother." She felt delightedly hypocritical about this last sally, and it gave her confidence. "Who can I ask, except you?" she asked.
"Son of a bitch!" her father muttered. He was looking down at the softly haired young cunt. The lips seemed to be stuck together, probably with the same girl-goo that had flowed from Mae tonight. He licked his lips. Tentatively, he unbuckled his belt. "You don't know anything about men, huh?" he asked. "That seems odd."
Eva sat up, opening her eyes, looking indignant. "I'm not a liar!" she said. "Of course I know what guys have. I've seen pictures, read books. I've seen Jodie's little peter, a hundred times. But I don't know what they're like! Guys' dongs, I mean. How they feel, how they really look where they feel good."
She put her hands out appealingly, and somehow they found the hooking clasp on her father's trousers, the reinforcing button, the zipper. Her little face was determined. Her dad stood still.
"I'll be goddamned," he muttered, looking down at the tenderly seductive child-form of his daughter. "You really want that kind of help? You really think I'm the one to help you?" He let his cock swing out from the opening in his shorts, and heard Eva gasp. "Take hold of it," he said kindly. "See how it feels. Then well put it up."
The little girl's soft, warm hands were already on it. Not hard, it was still big enough for both her tiny hands to hold it, with the dark-red head still in view. "How does it feel?"
"I don't know what to say," his daughter gulped. "I guess it feels nice. No, better than that. Wonderful!" She was moving her hands up and down, very slowly, watching the big head show and expand as she brought the thick skin back all the way. Like Jodie's, all right, but somehow different. Darker. Much bigger. And gracious! That wonderful smell!
She looked up at her dad, her freckles standing out like brown stars, her face was so white. "Is there a special place it feels good to a guy?" she asked. "If I got around like other girls," she said humbly, "I guess I'd know without asking."
Goddamn it, he thought. How old were the girls I used to bang in junior high? Thirteen? Twelve, some of them. And these fucking ignorant baboons, they don't ask my kid out? For a few seconds, he was furious with the insensate oafs who passed up a cutie like his daughter, then he said: "Okay, baby, if it'll help you, or give you more confidence, I'll do anything I can for you. Anything." And when he had said this, he felt singularly free from guilt. A man helped his kids, didn't he? No matter what kind of help it was.
"Skin it back," he said. "It's getting hard. That's because you're holding it, and that feels good. And I'm looking at you, and you're a naked girl. A naked woman, really." He smiled. And it was now an unforced, genuine smile of love. "The books call it an erection, when a man's, uh, penis gets hard. But it's usually called a hard-on." He grunted: "Unnnhhhh!" as her hands squeezed down on it.
"Penis, huh?" his daughter asked. "I listen to the other girls. At school, you know. Especially after gym, when we're all naked in the showers." She giggled, and Kelly James shivered, thinking about those ranks of young, soft, warm bodies, little titties jiggling, sweet little pussies wet with perspiration and sweet cunt juice.
Her two hands, so softly frigging him, had his cock so hard that it would have snapped off if he ran into a door with it. "So," he said, "what's that mean? They have other names for a guy's dong? I know, baby, I know. We can talk plain. When a guy's cock gets hard. Or his prick." He felt more comfortable, but he looked at the door, and heard his daughter whisper, "It's okay. I locked it. And Jodie's asleep. I looked."
Without warning, she laid her cheek against her father's cock, loving the warmth and hardness of it. Unlike Jodie, he didn't flinch. Maybe I can suck him, the girl thought excitedly. She had only wanted to make a start, to get her dad in a mood where, sooner or later, she could talk to him openly about sex. And I do need help, she thought defensively.
She looked up at him holding his huge prick against her face, and asked: "When are you going to look at me? I feel so funny down there. So warm, sort of. And itchy. I guess it's from holding your cock," and she blushed hotly, the tide of crimson starting near her middle and flaming both ways, making her whole body a bright red.
"Lie back," her father said, now feeling free and in command of his faculties. "If it'll help you, I'll do it! And listen, baby, I'm not doing you any favors. There's nothing I'd rather do than look at a warm, sweet cunt. Even if it's my little girl's." He took hold of her ankles. "Even if I hold your legs up, I'm still too tall," he complained. "I want to give you a real look. I'll kneel down, and you can open it up for me. No," he said, remembering how it had seemed to be sealed with dried cunt ooze, "just put your legs apart, and I'll open it."
In spite of his feeling of ease, based on the true belief that he was helping his little girl, Kelly was flushed with a sort of apprehension, what of, he could not have said. He had put tomorrow in a dark closet, and dredged up a yesterday covered with the slime of semen and girl-cum. It gave him a shivery feeling between his shoulder blades, but he loved it.
With soft touch and careful anticipation, he put his broad thumbs on either side of the tightly sealed slit, feeling them sink into the springy, soft flesh of the hairy, outer cuntlips. He was breathing hard, and the very slight fragrance of a young girl's sweated crack, of her almost pure cunt juice, barely reached through the lasting fragrance from Mae Scully's mature snatch. His heart was pounding heavily, and he could feel each surge of hot blood it pumped in the explosively sensitized head of his cock.
As he pressed on the tender, hairy cushions to force them open, there was a very faint little popping sound, and his young daughter's body moved sharply. "Did that hurt you, baby?" Kelly asked thickly, and sighed when the hoarse young voice whispered: "No! It felt good!"
He kept pressing, pushing the thick lips back, and his mouth almost overflowed with spit. First there was the pink and grainy underside of the big outer lips. They were moist and quivering. Their odor was delicious. Then there were the fat, slick little rolls of inner labia, so tightly gorged with blood that he knew his daughter was very, very hot. His cock was giving him the devil.
He could barely breathe when he saw it all, held wide open, the coral-pink membrane etched with the deep red lace of surface veins, the pulsing little hole at the bottom. And all of it agleam with the thin, sweet, clear mucous secretions of a healthy young woman-child's vagina, its soft, hidden folds creeping inside this young body.
Eva's legs were spread like a frog's. She could feel the strain on the big tendons that run up the inside of a girl's thighs exactly to the top of her slit. She could hear her father's ragged breathing even over the thunder of her own pulses, and feel his warm breath in exact rhythm with his breathing, stirring the short, dry cunt hairs, tickling the quivering sensitivity of her young cunt. Involuntarily, her body moved sharply and she groaned.
Her father was astounded. He saw no signs of a maidenhead, but surely no experienced girl, experienced with sex, that is, could ever come to her father for instruction. Or seduction. When she twisted her body and said: "Ooooonnnnhhh!" like a grunt driven out of a cumming woman, he drew a deep breath and said shakily, "You seem awfully hot, dear!" And then he felt ashamed. No matter what his old-fashioned ideas might be, this was a human who needed help. But he was not sure what he should do. Not sure where he should stop. Or even, whether he could stop-
The sweet child, her young fists clenched, whispered, "Oh, daddy! I'm so hot! So hot! It hurts me so!" And then, hoarsely: "Can you touch me somewhere down there? Anywhere at all! Ooooh! Ooooh! I'm so hot, daddy!" And her young, sweetly rounded ass bumped up and down, her body straining.
His tongue had been hard from the moment he had seen his child downstairs, with the strands of dark hair showing below the nightie. He could no longer hold back. He simply leaned down and in, covering the entire cunt with his mouth, and began to suck and lick, turning and twisting his face so that lips, tongue, teeth and all were busy.
He had a firm grip under and over his daughter's thighs, and he felt them tense like cables as she began to cum. And scream. It was a beautiful moment, bringing relief to this young daughter he had always adored, but on whom he had turned impersonal eyes.
The child was so conditioned and drained by all that had happened to her on this very special day that her screams were at once hoarse and quiet. "OH, DADDY, THAT'S SO GOOOOD! OH, HOW I LOVE YOU!" Her young hands were holding his head, holding his face against her wide-open cunt, and she was fucking up at him with all the strength of her back and loin muscles. Instinct, he thought. How beautiful it is!
And he drove his big tongue as deep into Eva's squirming, nipping little pussy as deep as it would go, far enough in to feel the clutch of her cunt's entry muscles. There was a hard flow of her hot juice, and he sucked it in as if he were a thirsty traveler at a waterhole. The taste of her was sweet, it was human, and far more delicate than Mae's. After all, she had had a bath only a few hours before, he remembered, and hotly looked forward to a warm afternoon when he would find her at home, sweated and ripe from exercise and from sitting on it in school all day.
"OHHH! OHHH!" Eva cried. Her body was slowing down, but not the delirious thrills of an orgasm that seemed to be coming up all the way from her breasts. And then, just as the flames flickered down inside her, Kelly James very deliberately put his lips over the aching, depleted clitoris and sucked it hard.
He had learned this trick many years ago from a Mexican buddy. They had been balling a couple of dark, hot chickies from the barrio. Every town in that part of the world has one. And the two young studs, trading girls back and forth, were teaching each other every trick they knew. This attack on a just-exploded clit and cunt was the greatest. And he used it now in love and pleasure. Teaching his daughter something she might pass on to some dumb-ass kid.
Slowly, he released his hold on his daughter's firm thighs and sat back on his heels. He was amazed that his cock hadn't shot its load, willy-nilly, but his memory of Mae's heat and her thorough fucking and sucking had given him a lot of cool-power.
He leaned down and kissed the sweet, slick, tired little pussy, still recovering from the harsh after-spasm he had given her by attacking her clit while it was not recovered. The slight body jumped, and then the sweet little face smiled, the clear young eyes opened, and his darling little Eva held her hands on his cheeks.
"Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you!" she said. "I was just thinking-I know that guys sometimes kiss a girl there, and I was so hot, I needed it so. And you did it! Oh, I can never thank you enough for what you did! Did you enjoy looking? I never thought it would come to this."
She was not lying, at least not consciously. Perhaps, in the bottom of her heart, she had wanted her father sexually. In some book she had read, a famous man had said so. But I did want to make sure I hadn't hurt his feelings, she thought sincerely. My daddy!
He got up on the bed and rolled on his side, trying not to rub his straining prick on the coverlet. "Get around here where I can look at it some more," he invited. "You said maybe I could help you. What is it you want me to do?" He thought: If she touches my cock, I'll shoot a load that'll scare the piss out of her. But he good-naturedly pulled her around so that her slit was exactly even with his face. He gently folded back the thick flaps. The little pussy was a much deeper pink, almost red, and it was slicker, too, with his spit and her cum juice. He touched her just below her clit, and then on either side of it. The tiny organ was barely visible, having retreated after the prolonged orgasm and its sharp, painful sequel. The small, oddly mature body jerked, and Eva squealed, "Wow! What did you do?" She fucked toward his face, laughing.
"I was looking for your hot spots," her father said, holding the tender little cunt wide open, looking as deep into it as he could. "But I guess you know where they are. For a young kid, you're certainly juicy."
"I know." The little voice was like a sigh. "Especially at this time of the month." And Kelly remembered that his daughter had leaned forward and felt between her legs in a strangely grown-up way when she had first come in.
"I'm going to do something," he said. "Nothing much. I just want to stick my finger into you." He moved his finger around in her streaming outer genitalia, in her dripping inner lips. He pushed down past her small cuntal opening, and found more of the clear, slick goo between her ass cheeks.
When he began to shove his finger into her fuck hole, she immediately went into a twisting spiral with her body, blindly hugging her thighs, so that he felt her warm, smooth skin on his cock. He was surprised that he did not shoot his load all over her face and titties. That business with Mae fixed me up to fuck all night, he said to himself, deeply pleased at his ability to hold it. His loss of confidence had given him all manner of troubles in sex, and premature ejaculation had been one of them. Except with a whore, or some old friend like Mae, whom he regarded as at least fifty per cent whore, he had developed a devastatingly unmanning lack of male certainty. To manage his ejaculation this well, even if it were only with a young girl-and his daughter, at that-gave him a sense of returned pride.
He continued probing with his finger as his child's body thrashed in a very grown up orgasm, feeling the joy of it in his mind as well as in his prick and balls. He said again: "You're a hot little kid."
"You make it feel so good," the girl whispered. "It's your finger being so big. It just felt heavenly. So much better than mine. Or a, uh, well ... never mind," she said uncertainly.
Joe probed deeper into her, making her squeal again. "Feel that?" he asked as he tapped his blunt finger against her hard, girlish cervix. "That's your cervix, the mouth of your womb." He laughed in a gusty, shaking quiver of pleasure. "When you're old enough to have babies, they'll grow in your womb." He felt like a fool, saying it. The kid was small, but she was old enough to menstruate, which also meant she was old enough to conceive.
He thought of an earthy proverb passed on to him by an old friend from California, Tom Suvak: "Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher," and it made him shiver inwardly. Stick a cock like his in this tiny, smooth, tender little hole? It would rip her apart. But he was curious at what his daughter had not said.
"What do you mean," he asked, swirling his finger in the rich, slick juice that filled her super-soft vaginal folds, "after you said my finger felt better than yours, or than 'a, uh, well, never mind?' I don't believe I know what one of those is." He pulled out with his finger, turning a part of the upper lining of her cunt out, so that he could lash it with his broad tongue.
"Oh, daddy, you're killing me!" the girl groaned, but she was laughing. "What did you do? Oh, never mind that, either." She had hold of his cock, so gently that he barely realized it, but knew she was frigging him gently, and possibly breathing on the sensitive head. "I know youVe wondering why I haven't got a, you know, a hymen. A maidenhead. I don't know if I ever had one. I've been sticking my finger into me for as long as I can remember. And daddy. I said I wouldn't lie to you. Other things. Like small Italian squashes, or anything shaped like a penis. A cock, I mean. Don't be mad at me. All girls do those things. At least, I believe they do."
"It's all right, baby," her dad said. "I was curious, I admit it. I just didn't see how any girl could be as, well, as responsive as you are, and keep away from guys."
She didn't say anything, and a fierce surge of heat made him pull away and look down to his crotch. She had the big head of his cock in her mouth, and her sunken cheeks and moving throat muscles indicated she was trying to suck it. Really sucking it.
It had simply become too much for Eva to resist. It wasn't curiosity. She knew that it had been in another woman's cunt. The savory odor was like her own when she was hot and hadn't had a bath. From a generously hot woman, she knew. And there were drying flakes on the stem that had to be cum juice, dehydrating. It felt so good in her hands, and the head was so excitingly large, she wondered if she could get it in her mouth. So she opened as wide as she could, and took it in. It gave her a shock wave of heat deep inside. It was huge, compared to Jodie's, but not that huge. Not too big to suck. Taste, texture, size, they made her mouth drool, but they made her cunt twist like mad. And her dad, thrown into a sharp spasm of heat, thrust his finger into her pussy and his cock into her gullet. Then, trying not to come, he stopped all motion, content to let the child suck it as best she could.
She opened her mouth and let the big prick go. "That makes how many?" she asked in a shaking voice. "Four? Five? Did you keep score?"
She closed her thighs so that she held her dad's hand tightly, and moved her body in hard shiver, gurgling. "Ooooh, daddy, you just know what to do!" she cried, her heart in her voice. "You're so good!"
He quivered all over in a sudden feeling of need and fear. If I don't shoot this wad pretty soon, he thought, I'm going to lie awake and hurt in my nuts all night. But did he dare fuck hard into that small mouth, that tender throat?
"That's too big for your mouth, baby, isn't it?" he asked softly. "I saw what you were trying to do. It was lovely. But I'm too big, isn't that the truth?"
She squeezed his cock in her small, warm hand and shut her eyes, shaking her head. "No!" she said positively. "It hurt me a little, when you shoved it into my throat. But I know that girls suck these big things, just like I knew that guys kiss girls on their pussies. Would you really cum in my mouth?"
He fucked his cock gently back and forth in her hand, and she opened her mouth, her pink tongue out, and let it slide across her wet tongue and in against the roof of her mouth.
"That feels good," she said gravely. "But listen, Daddy, may you can at least try something, just for me. Just this once."
He laughed. "You name it, baby. You know I'll do it if I can."
Her face flushed, and he saw the hot tide of blood burn all the way down to her thighs. The smell of her hot young pussy swirled around his face, and he lurched in a wave of pure lust.
The child pulled away from him, letting out a little yelp as his finger came out of her tiny cunt with a Pop!, and got on all fours, her face above his. She was shaking with excitement, her eyes glazed with heat from her yearning cunt.
"I want you to-stick it in me," she said. And then, as his face went sober and he opened his mouth to speak, she said, "Oh, please! I have to know what it's like! I have to feel it, don't you see? If I'm ever going to have the chance to be grown up, to feel grown up! I know I'm tight, but if it hurts you, I'll stop! I promise!"
She was so excited, so wild with fuck-heat, that her mouth hung open and her sweet, clear saliva drooled down onto his chest. He remembered something they had not done. She probably hadn't experienced this, either, French kissing. He pulled her down and stuck his big tongue into her open mouth, swallowing her spit, getting a new charge of passion in his cock as her tongue wrapped around his. She began to jerk at his cock, and he could tell she was crying.
Her offer to stop, "if it hurts you," was so touching, since she thought of him rather than of her own tender parts, that he was almost in a frenzy of concern and love. "We've got to have something real slick, smeared all over it," he said. "If we're even going to try. I don't think it'll go into you. I'm too big, and you're so small." The thought, instead of bothering him, gave him a savage jolt of masculine pride. He had always had a big cock, bigger than average. Big enough so that what few women he had tried to fuck this past year had all been tight. Too tight. In some crazy way, he mixed this with his emotional, physical, and mental failure in sex. How could a man know? Maybe this weird, perhaps horrible business with a child, his child, would help him. And besides, she was the one who wanted help.
He could feel her body quivering as he tongued her, and knew it must have added to her already flaming desire. He had never known any woman to be so easy to bring to a cum, so hot, so wildly ready.
But she pulled away and said: "Maybe we don't need anything slick. Feel me. I'm slick enough. Oh, Daddy, let me have it! I want your cock in me so bad!"
She was on her knees, jumping up and down, and he looked at her crotch, seeing cunt hair enough to prove her womanhood, seeing the thick lips spread apart, the inner lips red, the hot juice dripping down from the dark, wet hairs at the edges of her split.
"Get on top of me," he ordered hoarsely. "If it'll go in at all, it'll have to be that way. Careful," as she swiftly straddled his wide loins. "I'm about to shoot it. And listen, baby, if it does go in, and I start to cum, I'll have to pull you off. I can't risk knocking up my own kid." He moved her ass with his hands, both of them panting, out of their heads with the itch of lust.
"Ooooh, Good Jesus!" he groaned, as her movements wiped his prick up and down in the slickness of her young cunt. "Watch it! And remember, if I start to pop my nuts, I'll shove you off."
He felt something incredibly wonderful happening to his dick. And little Eva, her young body as tense as a bowstring, felt a shock of indescribable pain and beauty as the head of her father's cock went past the soft, slickly cum-juiced entry to her body. There was a marvelous, beautifully hurtful sense of stretch, and she ducked her head to look between her thighs, shocked to see how much of her dad's cock had not yet gone in.
But the very sight of the thick column partly buried in her young body was more aphrodisiac than anything she had ever dreamed. It had been darker than Jodie's from the first. Now, even the soft skin that had slid up and down under her hand was a dark red.
Unconsciously, she jigged her body, her split young ass, up and down, and felt a burst of new and lovely pain as another inch went up her. She looked down at her father and found him grim-lipped.
"I'm hurting you , I just know it," she said. "I know I promised I'd get off, but please, daddy, can't I get a little more in me? It feels so fantastic!"
As she spoke, her father, without willing it, fucked up at her, driving into her, spreading the young cuntlips until they seemed about to tear apart. The girl screamed shrilly, and her lovely young ass twisted and turned as she tried to beat up and down on her father's hard cock.
"OH, DADDY!" she screamed, trying to get her face down to his, her tongue writhing out of her mouth. "YOU'RE FUCKING ME! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! OH, DADDY, I THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCK!"
There was still at least three inches of her father's prick that couldn't make it past that tight entry, those gripping muscles, the smallness of her slick, loving cunt sheath. She was feeling it all the way, she later thought, to her tits, to her armpit. "Like it was going to go clear through me and come out at my mouth," she told Jodie the next day.
Kelly James felt as if his balls would explode and burst all over the bed. He had started to cum, feeling the painful but beautiful sense of deep release as his powerful load shot up his fuck-tube. He was almost mad, fearing to shoot this stream of jism into a virgin cunt, but, as any man would, he delayed.
She's getting off, he said in his mind. I can't disturb her while she's doing that, can I? But all the time, he was feeling the heat of his bursting balls, the heat of the boiling semen firing up into the tiny, tight cunt of his daughter.
It was actually her spasms of orgasm that uncunted him. She was so shaken with the hard, hot joy of cumming that she flung herself at his face, and pulled her sore, strained cunt off the heavy, brutally hard cock as it was shooting its third blast of his seed.
Even in her delirium, even practically in the middle of a cum, Eva turned to see the wonders of a grown man shooting off. It was too much for her, to see this fountain of love go to waste. She missed one powerful jet of sperm, and then her open mouth was on the pumping cock, the throbbing cockhead, and she was feeling the blast of slickness going all over her mouth, filling it so that she had to swallow hard to get it all.
And Kelly, enjoying it all the more because this third-or maybe the fourth, he never did remember-flood of orgasmic jism was paining him from cocktip to asshole, pulled his little daughter roughly around with her divided young ass over his face, and began to suck her cunt as if he were dying of thirst.
Only when his cock would not give up another drop did Eva let her head fall off it, her exhausted body shaking itself apart as her father continued to suck on flesh wasted from too much joy. Hard shocks of cumming followed each suck of his thick lips, but she was too exhausted to break away.
At last, one hard, final shock of forced orgasm made her leap away, and her dad let her fall on her back beside him. He was staring into her open cunt with fuck-glazed eyes. It was distended, both inner and outer lips swollen.
"Well, baby," he sighed, "I guess we found out one thing. My cock won't go all the way into you." He shuddered with post-coital disgust. "Get up," he said, "and get out. We've done a terrible thing."
But the courageous girl turned and fell across his chest, his pearly, opague jism showing at the corners of her soft, sweet mouth.
She kissed him softly, stroking his hair back with one hand.
"You did something beautiful for me, Daddy," she breathed. "If mom was here, maybe I could ask her. But maybe not. It seems more natural, to me, to find out from your father." She kissed him again, this time on the lips, and teased him with her pointed little tongue.
With her other hand, she reached and found his wet, sticky cock, still big and fat, and she stroked it lovingly.
"I don't care what you say," she whispered firmly, "I think you've done a good, unselfish service to your daughter, and I think you're a beautiful person. And listen to me, please. You know those books and that Vaseline? I think I know what they meant. Daddy, please listen to me! You don't ever, ever have to do that again! Never! Not as long as I'm alive!"
He opened his eyes and saw only calmness, love, and purpose in his daughter's dear little face. His heart swelled and he felt immeasurably better. She grinned at him and squeezed his cock again.
"Even if I get married and leave home," she said, laughing, "you can always come by when my husband's at work."
The saltiness, the earthy impact of her quip brought Kelly James completely back to the real world. He held his daughter and kissed her, and then said, "Okay, but it's time you were in bed. So goodnight!"
He started with new fear as he saw blood on her inner thigh, and said: "I must have hurt you, baby. Look at the blood!"
His daughter looked at herself in his mirror, held her hairy little cuntlips apart, and laughed. "I told you I was due," she said. "I guess what we did just started me to flowing. It sure is a nice way to crank up a period!"