Chapter 3
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
Hot kisses for me - from Daddy! Countless times in my young life, I'd been kissed by Daddy. Loving kisses on forehead, cheeks, even lightly, grazingly, on the lips.
But never before had Daddy kissed me like this!
I was still stretched across his lap, but now I lay on my side with my upper body snuggled in his embrace.
I leaned into him, against his wide middle, my head turned up, tilted back, lips puckered up for kisses.
My pajama flap was open. As we kissed, Daddy kept on squeezing and rubbing my buns, and stroking the backs of my thighs.
He kissed my mouth - not like a daddy -like a lover!
Girls grow up fast these days, in case you hadn't heard, and even when I was that young, I'd been to my share and more of make-out parties where boys and girls would kiss and pet for hours.
So, when Daddy attached his open mouth to mine, and stuck his tongue in, I was ready, and rubbed him back, with my tongue.
His kisses excited me.
His tongue was big, fat, slippery. It stuffed in my mouth, nearly filling it, probing deep.
His tongue rolled over mine. My tongue rubbed his back.
His hands rubbed me, too.
As he kissed me, he slid his hand off my bare ass, to my hip, then up and down my side, from knee to hipbone. My skin tingled under the thin clinging pajama knitted fabric, where the trail of his hand had touched.
Then he reached for my titties.
If you think my little peachy tits are small now, you should have seen them then! Peaches? Hah! At that time, my titties were the size of plums!
Not that that night was so very long ago. I ripen fast!
As Daddy discovered when he kissed my mouth and felt me up!
He pressed his palm against my titties, lightly, feeling how they were made under the fabric, feeling for nipples.
Little stiff tips at the points of the titties throbbed as he played with them.
While he kissed me, I reached for his lap, put my hand in it.
His mouth was on mine, swallowing up my gasp when I felt his rod. It was a huge thing. It felt like he had a piece of lead pipe stuffed down in his pajama bottoms, rising up to meet my hand.
I pressed folds of thin fabric from his pajama pants against his rod and squeezed. Through cloth, his body heat simmered.
Could I - could I actually take that thing inside me?
I squeezed, rubbed it. Now it was Daddy's turn to moan.
I mean. I wasn't totally innocent. I'd been with boys, and felt their hard-ons wrapped in their pants, pressing my hips, humping into me as we made out.
A couple of times, I'd relieved particularly hot-blooded boys by stroking them through their pants until they came.
I glided my hand up and down Daddy's pole, squeezing, stroking it.
Daddy eased me off his lap. His mouth unglued from mine.
"Daddy, please don't stop!" I moaned.
Daddy didn't stop.
He rolled me on my back on the big bed. I thought of all the sexy adult beauties who'd shared this bed with Daddy - And now, it was my turn!
And why not? Who had a better right, than Daddy's very own flesh and blood, his willing and too-loving daughter?!
"Let's get you ready for bed, pumpkin," Daddy murmured.
The bed squeaked and the mattress swayed as Daddy got on his knees and crouched over me, hands groping for me.
When it didn't lightning, the room was really dark. I could hardly see Daddy. I sensed him more than saw him.
He was like a great big fuzzy bear, breathing hard, his cock hard, his pawlike hands fastening on me.
I felt like Goldilocks.
I'd always imagined that the three bears had punished and raped her for invading and using their house while they were away. I'd always envied her, too.
But Daddy wasn't rough and gruff. He was a great big woolly fuzzy bear, and very tenderly and gently, he took off my pajamas.
They buttoned down the front. He found the buttons and opened them, one by one, so] the pajamas divided down the front, from neck to crotch.
Then he sat me up. I leaned forward, while Daddy peeled the pajamas off my head and arms and upper body, so I was stripped from the waist up.
"Pretty little girl!"
Daddy playfully pinched one of my stiff nipples. "Ooh!"
Then his hand was on my shoulder, easing my body down so I lay on my back. He took hold of the pajamas at my waist, and tugged them down.
I lifted my ass off the bed, so he could pull the pajamas down past them. The PJs were a one-piece outfit.
Then he pulled them free from my feet and I was naked.
So was he, in another moment, when he stripped off his pajama tops and bottoms.
He lay on his side alongside me. My head rested on his outstretched arm. He kissed me some more, and fingered my titties.
He lowered his head down from my mouth, down to my titties.
He gripped a little tit, squeezing it to make stand out more, then he pressed kissing lips to its stiff nipple.
I squirmed, closing my thighs on my pussy, squeezing it.
Daddy nibbled my nipple. His lips pressed it. His tongue licked it while his mouth sucked on it.
He was very gentle with me, like I was made of glass.
While his mouth pleasured my titties, his hand crawled down my belly. His fingertips slid back and forth on my thin sleek mound, which at that time was no more than a slight dusting of hair between the legs.
Hair thin and fine and silky.
Then Daddy touched my pussy.
First he just felt it, seeing how it was made. He followed the thin pussy lips, rubbing them up and down.
I was already sexed up. Under his light touch, I squirmed and sighed, and the juices in me oozed thicker.
Then he put his finger between the pussy lips. My juices bubbled up. He' rubbed his finger up and down. More juices flowed.
"Make me a woman, Daddy!" I urged, "Show me how!"
Daddy reached over, took hold of my wrist, and pressed my hand on his cock.
I felt his cock. The rod was huge, hot, swollen. It throbbed heavily. Stiff though it was, it was covered with fine sleek flesh, which felt like velvet.
Daddy's rod of pleasure.
But there were other kinds of pleasure, too...
After I had handled Daddy's cock and balls some, he took hold of my legs, and he spread them wide open.
This is it, I thought.
I was scared - was this what I really wanted?
But there was no turning back now, not after I had gotten Daddy all hot and ready to do me.
Besides, the time was right. Now, it could happen. But any other time, the magic and the mood might not be right.
But Daddy didn't stick that cock in me right off.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, honeybunch?"
"It - it won't hurt too much, will it, Daddy?"
"No, of course not! I wouldn't hurt my little girl!"
"No, Daddy, of course not!"
"I'll fix things so it will go in nice and easy into my little girl!' "Thank you very much!"
Daddy knelt between my skinny legs, which were spread wide. His big hands fastened on my hips.
Daddy lowered his head down between my legs.
"What - what are you doing, Daddy?" "There, there, now, don't get anxious... you trust Daddy,.. " "Yes, of course!"
"This will make you feel very good. I'm going to kiss your sweet little pussy!" And Daddy did just that. Wow!
I'd played often with myself, fingering my slit and making myself come. It felt wonderful, I loved it - But it was nothing compared to the feeling of having a mouth on my pussy!
Daddy's lips were wet from kissing my mouth earlier. They pressed my pussy lips with soft kisses, up and down.
I stretched out my arms, reaching in back of me, my arms pressing my head. I crossed my wrists and imagined they were tied.
See - Daddy didn't have to tie down his loving daughter to do her!
Now, I'd grown up some, since that long-i childhood afternoon when I'd spied on Daddy and Miss Teasdale.
I no longer thought that bondage was a basic part of fucking. I mean, I knew about the facts of life, and even by this time, I knew that bondage was kinky, just a kinky turn-on and not necessary for fucking. But even just knowing that there was a word for that which fascinated me - "bondage" - was a help, since I knew that I was not alone in my need for it, And even though I knew the facts of life, there was just something about being overpowered and bound and then used which thrilled me like nothing else.
When my girlfriends oohed and aahed, drooling over this teen idol and that movie star, and how they would love to go to bed with them, I agreed, but I always dreamed of being tied up and made to serve them.
Daddy didn't put me in bondage - I wish he had!
But just having my cherry taken by him, and going all the way, was more than enough for me to handle at one time.
Even though I really wished he'd tie me to the bed and then do all those hot and dirty things to my body.
But even though I'd learned it from him, he wasn't nearly so much of a bondage freak as I. Miss Teasdale had been a special case. She needed it to get off, she was too prim and proper to have sex unless she was all tied up and could imagine that she was being "forced" and wasn't eagerly doing it on her own. But that was just Miss Teasdale, and most of Daddy's other lady friends were into straight fucking and sucking, without too many kinks. I knew, 'cause I'd spied on enough of them! And now, it was my turn. Instead of some actress or some glossy fashion model or some socialite, I was the one spreading for Daddy. Spreading for Daddy - none of his other girlfriends could make that claim! I had a hazy red fog inside my head. It made me all dreamy, and it came from what Daddy's mouth did between my legs. Kisses first; many, many kisses. Then, licks. I cried out when Daddy put his tongue to my pussy.
Halting, he lifted his head from my crotch. "You all right, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy, oh yes! It just feels so good!"
"And you taste so good," Daddy said. "And smell so sweet, like a fresh flower... that's what you are, you're Daddy's very own fresh flower!"
"Oh, Daddy!" I giggled, kind of breathlessly, from his action.
"Now I'll taste some of your nectar!" Daddy declared.
His tongue rolled up and down my slit. It was big enough to cover my pussy when he slapped the tongue down on it.
His tongue worked open the pussy lips, and stuffed between them.
I cried out when the tongue entered me.
"Easy... easy... " Daddy dipped his tongue into me. The tongue slithered inside me. The inside of my pussy squeezed down on it.
Daddy worked his tongue back and forth, in and out, shoving it into me like it was a cock, pumping it back and forth.
I felt like I was melting between the legs.
My pussy was all creamy, gushy, glowing. Each lick made it glow hotter and ooze wetter.
I really got carried away. Masturbating, I'd known pleasure, yes, but never like this! I trembled all over, but the source of the trembling lay between my legs.
Daddy held my hips down on the bed. His head bobbed, his tongue lapped. Juicy wet sounds came from where his mouth worked.
I was glad he was holding my hips down. Otherwise, I would have squirmed right off the bed!
Then he took his tongue out of my pussy, and rolled it over my clitty.
I got really loud, then.
Daddy had to take his mouth off me and shush me. I promised I would not make so much moaning noise, if only he would continue.
I clamped both hands over my mouth, to muffle my cries.
Daddy put his tongue back to work. He licked me until I came.
My orgasm was super -- it turned me inside-out! But I was still feeling it when Daddy mounted me.
My pussy was dripping with juices and saliva. Daddy smeared a mass of spit on the head of his cock.
Then he crawled forward, his big bulk pale in the dim room, his flesh hot and sweaty, his stiff cock jutting.
He peeled my hands off my mouth where I had pressed them to keep from yelling from how good I felt when I came.
He kissed my mouth. His open mouth was all hot, spicy. He put his tongue in my mouth, my tongue rubbing his. When he stopped kissing me. he said: "Can you taste yourself in my mouth, honey?"
I wasn't sure if I could or not.
"Sweet little girl!" Daddy chuckled fondly. "Now, I'll make you a woman!"
I really wanted to ask him to tie me to the bed, but I was afraid for Daddy to know just how kinky I was.
It might have turned him on... or off. Best to let things be.
Besides, I didn't need to be tied to be controlled. His body alone could do that.
After all, he was a full-grown adult male, an impressive one, and I was just a little girl, hardly weighing more than 105 pounds soaking wet.
And I certainly was soaking wet then! Wet all over - especially between the legs! My pussy was steamy from Daddy going down on it.
I was all shaky from just having come. But I was hot and hungry for more.
Under me, my buns twitched, tightened, clenched. My back arched and my hips swung up, like I was in such a hurry to get some of that cock, I couldn't wait.
Crouching on his hands and knees over me, Daddy reminded me more than ever of a great big fuzzy-wuzzy bear.
When I lifted my hips, and pushed my pussy up, it touched his prick.
Then, Daddy reached under himself and took hold of his hard cock.
He pressed its head against my slit. I gasped, lie rolled the cock head up and down my slit.
massaging it.
Daddy's saliva and my juices made my pussy all slippery and his cock head, too, so it glided up and down.
It felt nice; really, really nice. I rocked my hips to push my pussy up to meet his cock.
Daddy pushed his cock head against me, pushing my hips down, so my buns were back on the sweaty bed.
Then he kept on pushing - His cock head wedged open my pussy lips, and sank into my slit.
First, just the cock head went in, a big hard ball of throbbing flesh which spread my membranes, opening them wide.
Then Daddy worked it in me some more. Twinges came from my stretched pussy. His knees were between my legs, so I couldn't close them.
I groaned, gurgled.
Daddy trembled with eagerness. When his cock throbbed, I felt it all the way through my pussy, all through my body.
Then he sank it in some more. I cried out.
"Please, Daddy, not so fast!"
I whimpered for him to put it in slower. Daddy stroked me, soothed me, but he kept his cock planted in me.
Then he lowered down some more. Twinges from being entered made me cry out. I was all tensed up and breathless.
Daddy kept his cock in me, and I got used to it. It was a huge swollen thing, so stiff that it seemed all the rest of me was molded around it.
Daddy lowered down some more. It felt like I was filled all the way with his thing, yet there was still a lot of it left for me to take.
Daddy fingered my nipples, which were stiff as a pair of pebbles pasted to my chest. His touch made me shiver and shake.
He no longer held his cock, since it was in deep enough for him to not need to hold it in place any more.
"Now, this may hurt some," Daddy warned, "but that's the price you have to pay to be a woman! Anyway, it only hurts the first time... that's all..."
"I'm ready, Daddy! Only - only - " "Only what, honey?"
"M-maybe you better hold me down, Daddy, just in case!"
I had my arms up at my head, with the wrists crossed. Daddy took hold of both my wrists in his one hand.
Then he pushed into me.
His cock was in deep, then it fetched up to a stop when its head bumped against my cherry, blocking it.
I let out some moans and little whimpering cries when my cherry was jabbed.
I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself that it would be just like getting a tooth pulled - that's what one girl in my grade, who wasn't a virgin any more, had confided what it was like to do it.
Daddy was eager and there was no gentle way to break my cherry.
So, he just shoved in.
I squealed.
My cherry stretched and stretched, getting pushed out of shape by the cock head, stretching like a rubber band.
I squealed and thrashed and kicked my legs.
Then, just like a rubber band stretched too far, it snapped.
I shrieked.
Lucky that the storm was really raging then, with one boom of thunder after another shaking the duplex, so my shriek got swallowed up in the booming.
My cherry tore apart.
Daddy, shredding it with his tool, plunged his cock deep into me, jamming it much deeper than I had ever imagined.
His hand was so tightly holding my wrists together, that they went numb from the pressure - which was fine with me.
This was perfectly fitted to me - pain and pleasure, all wrapped up in one package!