Chapter 7
Francine was a little scared now. She wasn't at all sure what her daddy meant to "show" her, and his voice was getting all different, nervous and shaky-like. Yet there was something besides fear she felt. There was something going on inside her that was new and strange, a little wild ... and somehow naughty, secret and dirty.
"That's the way, sugar," Herman crooned, "stay right here in my lap and let your old daddy show you something real nice."
Whatever was happening to her, she wanted to have it keep on, she thought ... wanted to have it continue in spite of the fact that something inside told her it was wrong and bad.
Herman's hand eased up the vee formed by the angle of her tender inner thighs 'til he touched the place where they joined, a change from the satiny texture of skin to the soft cloth texture of her cotton panties. The crotch of the undergarment was tightly stretched, he discovered, so that the instant he came in contact with it he could sense the firm warmth of her sex flesh just beneath the fabric. He stopped his hand, leaving his fingertips to remain on the spot while his wrist and forearm trembled.
"Unh!" came a sound from Francine's throat, soft and breathy. The touch of his fingers was almost electric to her.
"There it is, huh, baby?" Herman whispered. "There's that little thing that's been feeling so warm and damp and itchy, isn't it? There's that little cunt of yours."
"Ummm ... yeah," she thinly answered, ashamed of what was happening but loving every second of it. "Sure is ... right there, daddy."
"Right where my finger is?" he asked.
"Yes!" she responded, this time more enthusiastically.
"You like this?" he asked, pressing her close to his chest with his other arm. "You like the way it feels when I touch you there, honey?"
"Oh, yes," she said, feeling somehow very ashamed of the fact, "oh, yes!"
"Isn't this kind of like you've been feeling all those times you told me about?" he said. "All those times when you were in a hot tub or in bed at night?"
"But better," she added. "You make it feel better than then. It's so...." But her words petered out and she didn't try to pick up again where she left off. The sensation was mind-shattering.
Herman's cock was simply bursting from the pleasure of it. Being able to play with his daughter this way was much more exciting than with any of the girls he'd done it to in his office. He felt it quake stoutly and push against his pajamas.
Francine felt it too. It was the same sensation she had noticed before, but this time it made her tummy fill with butterflies, now that his fingers were fooling with her panties at the same time.
She squirmed involuntarily, causing the damp bottom of her ass to tingle as the hard lump rubbed against her. Herman made a little grunt at the pleasure that he got from the feel of having her move on it. He let his head fall forward, his chin resting on the crown of her silky golden head, and squeezed her so tightly to his chest he could feel the tiny points of her titties. She didn't try to draw back. He even imagined that he felt her press the taut little points closer, flattening her whole torso against him.
"Oh, sugar," he crooned, "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good ... so good."
Between her legs she felt his fingers start to move. They moved lightly and slowly at first, delicately toying with the tightly stretched crotch of her panties. Their mere presence there had been enough to excite her. Now that they were moving, she felt a trembly warmth flow through the pussy flesh beneath.
She wanted to move against him, wanted to make the tingling warmth grow and grow. She began to wiggle her butt, pushing her organs toward the wonderful pressure of his finger. The motion was slight, but she knew she was doing it. It wasn't like before, when things were just happening to her. Now she was making things happen some herself, consciously increasing her own pleasure.
"Oh ... ooo," escaped small sounds from her throat.
"Oh, shit, honey," whispered Herman, "that's the way ... that's the way ... scoot up against there and let me really finger you good! Push that little pussy to me and make yourself feel good ... oh Jesus, oh Jesus!"
Now she felt more than just his fingers. Her wiggling made the stiff lump in his pajamas wedge right against her little asshole. She never knew a person's asshole could feel good, but hers sure was ... it was all mixed up, it seemed like, with the sensations of her asshole combining with those up front in her cunt. She felt all warm and moist throughout the entire area of her crotch.
Herman was so hot he could hardly stand it by now. He'd been purposely going slow with the kid so he wouldn't scare her half to death, but now he had to speed things up.
"Here, sugar," he wheezed, "lemme get in 'em. I just been fooling around on the outside of 'em."
She shifted in his lap so he could slip his fingers under the tight legband of her panties and quivered with new pleasure as he touched her naked pussy.
"Ohhh," she sighed.
She hugged him tight, throwing her arms around his back and burying her face in his chest. He toyed with the tender mound of her cunt, sending his fingers through the light growth of damp silky hair that covered it, then slipped on inside the slit itself with barely a pause. The youngster was well primed for it by now and offered no resistance.
She pressed her face into his robe and against the pajama top, the only thing separating her soft face from the hairy nakedness of his chest.
"Oh, Daddy!" she exclaimed in an ardent whisper.
He worked his forefinger between the slick halves of her cunt and was amazed at how moist she was ... so much that he could easily insert his thumb even though her still immature crack was far from being large.
"Let's get 'em all the way off, honey," he said, taking his arm from around her back and using his free hand to dart under her skirt and grasp the waistband. He slid the top of the undergarment downward and she helped by twisting inside and raising her ass slightly out of his lap. He gave a tug and whisked them over her rounded little ass as slick as a whistle. She felt them dangling at her knees but was too hot and excited to even bother with trying to get them the rest of the way off.
When her ass settled again on his lap, the hard spur of his cock was even more prominent. It poked straight up now and felt as big as the end of a baseball bat to her unaccustomed little bottom. She wiggled against it with unfeigned delight.
"Know what that is, honey?" he said, his fingers active inside her hot cunt.
She raised her face from his chest and he saw a sly grin on it. "Uh huh," she nodded, "I thought that's what it was a long time ago when I first felt it."
"What?" he shot back. "Say it."
Her face flushed red but she spit it out. "Your ... your cock. It's your cock, isn't it?"
"Sure as hell is," he rasped. "Here, I'm gonna have you do something for me."
He placed one of her hands on the distended material of his pajama bottoms and said, "Take it out for me. Reach in and get it."
She hesitated a couple of seconds then went in after it. When her fingers touched it, he groaned. She was afraid to bring it all the way out in the open but he took her by the wrist and pulled, bringing it out in full view. It pulsed red and ugly, the foreskin stripped back and the smooth head shining with moisture. The sight of it was sort of scary to her, but when he grabbed her around the shoulders and pushed her face back against his chest where she couldn't see it anymore, she very much liked the feel of it in her hand.
If she had been even the least bit experienced she would have began to jack him off then, but Herman was glad she didn't know what to do. He was so hot he might have shot his nuts off in an instant if she had done anything more than just hold it.
"Now you know what a cock feels like," he gasped, "don't you? Now you know what one is, for damned sure!"
"Oh, Daddy," she cried, "it's so big!" In her naivete, she really believed the rather ordinary-sized cock was large, never having had her hands on another. But to Herman, who had a deep concern over the size of it, her words were exactly what he wanted to hear. He swelled with pride and felt a flush of increased virility.
"And your little cunt's so small and cute," he said, feeling a strong desire to possess her like a woman. "Think Daddy's cock is too big to go in it?"
The thought sent shivers down her spine, fear clutched her heart again. "Oooo, I don't know," she gasped, "are you gonna ... are you gonna do that?"
"Don't worry, sugar," he consoled her, "I'll make it real easy for you. I promise it won't hurt you ... just tingle a little and then feel real good."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned her top and started milking her plump little jugs, while keeping up the work below at the same time. He had a thumb and forefinger inside her snatch and was rubbing the small wet inner lips together.
As a reply, she simply hugged him close, tossing her free arm around his neck and pressing her face against his cheek while the other hand kept hold of his cock. She still feared having him touch her cunt with his cock, but he was making it feel so good with his fingers that she was ready to let him do anything lie might have suggested.
Herman accepted her into his arms and bent sideways, allowing her to fall slowly toward the couch cushions. Her newly naked little titties jiggled sturdily on her chest as he deposited her on her back and supported himself over her on his elbows. She had her clothes almost off now, and her half-naked body was rendered even more desirable by the disarray. Her top hung on by one shoulder and her skirt was twisted sideways and shoved high above her navel, even though it was still unzipped.
He bent over her and kissed her cheeks frantically, going from one to the other and brushing her full mouth as he passed. He put. his mouth to her ear and stuck in the tip of his tongue.
Jeez, she thought, her temperature soaring, that feels nearly as good as what he's doing to my cunt!
He retracted his tongue and whispered, "Take your skirt off all the way."
She didn't hesitate an instant. She moved her hand from the shaft of his cock and, reaching awkwardly around where the zipper was, jerked the skirt off in a hurry. He raised up higher from her so she could tug it off over her feet. Watching her struggle with it was highly arousing to him, with her little tits jiggling and her arms and legs churning to free herself of it. And when she had it as far down as her knees, it tangled with her panties, which she had forgotten were still hanging there. The petulant frown from this made him want to eat her up with love.
He reached back and snatched the offending articles from her legs. She exhaled in relief and with a foxy little grin on her face she grabbed the clinging top and asked, "This too?"
"You bet, sugar," he shot back. "Everything."
It was off in a flash, which left her on her back under him without a stitch on except for a pair of socks. Without any urging she pushed them off with her toes. She looked up to find Herman's shirt off and his pants down around his knees. It was obvious that he wasn't going to bother with the rest and she was glad of it.
His hair was all messed up and he had big drops of sweat on his neck and forehead. It thrilled her to see how much he liked the way she looked with all her clothes off. Although it was the very first time any male had ever viewed her all the way naked, she was so excited by the touch of his lips and hands that pride and vanity about her body was much greater than the embarrassment she felt.
She knew how pert and full her tits were and how her clear blue eyes looked when framed by the abundance of her bright blonde hair. And she could see that her daddy was delighted at getting to gaze at it all. She watched his face come nearer and nearer, then felt his hairy chest touch her nipples and his arms enfold her.
After that things became a blur for her, a heated joining of legs and arms that fired her pubescent young body with waves of desire unlike anything she knew. The man was all over his daughter's body, fingering and kissing her nubile treasures in an orgy of pure lust.
Francine felt his mouth and lips on hers, where he forced his tongue inside and licked hers with a passion that made her open wide for more. He ran his hands through her hair and made strange grunting sounds. She felt his face on her chest then, felt her nipples enclosed by his feverish lips, and new thrills inside her cunt as well.
He slurped and sucked on her tits with his mouth, but both of his hands were busy in the wet, heated slit of her golden triangle. He used one hand to hold the little cunt lips apart and began sliding his other one all over her red, moist flesh inside. Then he delicately touched her at a certain spot near the top of her crack that she had hardly ever noticed before, and she could hardly believe how fantastic it felt.
She was almost out of control now, just the way he wanted her. In the back of his mind he knew that having her cherry split open might hurt a bit, and he wanted her so wet and horny she would hardly notice any small amount of pain that might result.
Her head was rolling back and forth on the couch and her lovely little tits were shining with sweat. She was shifting her ass around like she was trying to rub a hole in the cushion. Slowly, gently, he brought the end of his prick against her outer lips. She felt it touch her and worked herself against it, welcoming it inside her from nothing but pure instinct. He kept up his careful finger work on her clit, sliding the pulsing end of his tool forward into her hot meat a little at a time.
"Ummm ... ummmmmm," she moaned, crazy for more of it now that she had felt it.
"Take it, sugar," he rasped, "take it up that sweet little fuck hole. Take it!"
He surged downward, driving the blunt head into her virginal pussy and straightening every crease along the inner walls. She was made for it now, and she showed it. Her athletic young legs flew around his ass and locked, and she scrunched her cunt forward with short, wild little motions.
"Oh. Daddy," she wailed, her high-pitched voice music in his ears, "oh ... oh, my gosh!"
He pushed his rod in and out of her cunt with gradually building speed 'til he could tell she was about to get her cookies, then with a final burst of energy he powered it to the end of her steaming canal and popped through the thin membrane of her cherry. Before she could sense any real pain from it, he jerked it out and poked it in again, grabbing her by the cheeks of her ass with both hands and giving her more and more and more of the same.
She was like a regular little sex maniac by now, shoving her cunt to meet every thrust and wiggling her tits against his chest like some little animal. He heard her breathing harder and harder and felt her squeeze his cock for dear life.
The spunk welled up in his cock and he couldn't hold back a second longer. He drove it one last, insanely sweet time and spewed a glob of thick cream into her. The kid was already on the brink of coming. When the hot juice poured into her horny little runt, she cried like a baby and felt the wet explosion of her first climax.
He slumped forward and lay breathing like a steam engine. His prick was still inside her. She luxuriated in the wonderful sensation of having a pussy chock full of cock. The thing immediately began to deflate, as usual after a fuck, but he noticed that it stayed big longer than normal. Her pussy was so small compared to her mother's that its young muscles seemed to automatically trap his cock, and the tightness of the grip kept it from getting smaller for a longer period of time after climax.
He thought she might be uncomfortable after being under him for so long but she gave no indication of it, so he stayed right where he was. He loved the feeling of her ripe little tits next to his bare chest even when he was too tired to play with them. She lay still, taking long breaths of relaxation and from time to time shifting one or another of her legs or arms for a better position.
Herman saw that there wasn't much blood on her pussy and wiped off what little remained with a handkerchief. He thought she might get scared when she saw it there and realize she'd been bleeding, but she seemed to know what he was doing and lay quietly as he finished the job. She must have heard enough from friends to know what to expect.
She certainly hand't heard anything about it from his wife, Herman was certain. Laverne had sense enough to tell the kid about menstruation and all that, but when it came to matters of fucking he was sure she hadn't even broached the subject with either of their two young daughters. She probably tried to pretend to herself that they were both still children and that no one would be trying to put anything up their cunts for years.
Thinking of Laverne made him damned glad things had worked out about secrecy the way they had. He would have been afraid to ask Francine to keep her mouth shut about anything for fear that the question itself would be incriminating to Laverne if the kid didn't go for whatever he proposed.
But her "dream"-he smiled at the thought of what it had really been-had caused Francine such concern that she felt she just had to discuss it with someone. She had been the one who asked that they keep it between themselves, not him. The perfect situation. As to what had happened afterward, the kid had gone for it so much that he knew she'd never squeal on him to Laverne.
The two of them had their own very private secret now, and he know he didn't have to worry about Francine telling.
Just for kicks he mentioned it to her anyway and she said, "Wow, no, Daddy, I'd never tell Mom! She'd kill me!"
Herman patted his daughter on the head, grateful for her reaction. He gave her a little kiss on the lips and she returned it. He suggested she go take a shower and get back in shape. After she was in the shower stall, he joined her there much to her delight and soaped down her lovely curves for her. He showered himself, and as they both rinsed off he felt his cock getting big again.
Francine noticed it too, and now that they were more relaxed with each other she grinned about it. He pretended not to notice it even after it was sticking out like a yardarm and that made her giggle. He grabbed her around the waist and roughhoused with her for a few seconds, then held her close and put her hand on it.
She readily accepted it into her fingers and he moved her hand up and down to show her how to jack him off. While she did it he tweaked her titties and teased the ruddy lips of her freshly washed pussy. He loved the way her curly blonde hairs straightened when wet and dripped downward from the bottom of her slit like a little drenched beard. Before long, however, he made her stop fooling with his prick lest he get an uncontrollable yen to fuck her again.
"We better not get each other too hot again," he warned, "even though the rest of the family isn't due home for quite a while. We won't take any chances."
As they exited the shower stall, her cute little bottom was so appealing that he just had to have one final intimacy. He grabbed her playfully from behind and held her against him, his cock about the level of the small of her back due to his great height.
"Daddy!" she squealed. "I thought you said we better not do any more."
"This is just a little something I couldn't resist," he said.
He lowered his cock and slipped it between her legs from the rear, making it pass under her asshole and emerge in front beneath her wet little pussy beard. She giggled at the weird position.
"Hey," she said, "I didn't know it could do that."
"I'll show you a lot more things we can do together, with it and this sweet little cunt of yours," he said, tweaking it with his fingers. "We can have a lot of fun together if we keep our mouths shut about what we're doing."
"I'm sure not gonna tell," she assured him.
She stood still as he retracted his cock, then he cupped his palms one last time on her firm jugs and kissed her on the mouth, their naked fronts tingling all over from the thrill. Then he dried her off and patted her on the ass, playfully pushing her out the bathroom door and into the hall. He told her to go straighten up the couch while he finished dressing, and she flew to it.
by late in the afternoon when Laverne and Jilly returned, the household was as serene and normal as any other weekend afternoon. Herman was proud of the fact that Francine was so good at not showing any sign there was a new relationship between the two of them. He was certain that Laverne hadn't suspected a thing.
That night in bed, Laverne started talking about how tired she was and for once, Herman didn't care the least bit. But he let her think he did, for appearance's sake.
The following week was a busy one and a frustrating one for him. He still got a big charge from the humiliating interviews he conducted in his office. But his new goal was to get Francine in bed somehow, and repeat the performance. There was something especially exciting to him about getting in the pants of his daughter, his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't wait to do it again. But there just never quite seemed to be a chance, no matter how hard he worked at it. Laverne, and to a lesser extent young Jilly, were always there to be contended with.
The closest he ever came was one night when he managed to include Francine in a short grocery trip. They weren't able to really get it on but it was better than nothing. He had her raise her skirt and scoot next to him while he drove, then masturbated her while she worked on yanking his cock out of his pants. Once she had a good hold on it, they jacked each other off as he drove through the dark streets. On the way back from the store, they repeated the process. They were both aching for a thorough fucking but he knew it would be too dangerous.
For the next several days he maintained about the same relationship with Laverne as before-on the surface fine, but underneath not so fine. Once in a while he would fuck her but usually she only wanted him to lick it for her.
At odd moments during the time he was at home he got a chance to give Francine's tits a quick squeeze in the hall or cop a feel under her skirt when he was sure he had a few safe seconds. But the occasions were all too rare. Once, even, she initiated something herself. He was reading in the living room and didn't notice when Laverne and Jilly happened to go on the back porch for something. Francine dashed in and planted a big kiss on his cheek, then brazenly reached for his crotch and gave his cock a nice squeeze through his pants.
"Darn, daddy," she whispered into his ear, "I sure do wish we could do stuff again. I think about it every night. I'd love to get naked for you and let you stick it in me again."
Her boldness and the unsolicited wish she voiced excited him almost more than her hand on his crotch. He snaked his hands under her hem, hoping to at least have time to get a finger inside her panties, but they had to break it up and separate when they heard the others come in from the porch.
Because of his good luck with Francine, Herman also began to pay a lot more attention to little Jilly. At eleven, she, of course, lacked Francine's development. But to Herman, no stranger to the stripling bodies of kids even younger, Jilly's immaturity was of no consequence. He wondered how Francine would take it if he were to accomplish the seduction of her little sis.
The same thing presented itself in reverse before long. Francine's class had a party and one of the boys asked to take her. When he came home from work that day, Laverne was all excited about it and was going on about how "cute" it was. But the girl herself seemed much less thrilled.
It was only when she had a chance to talk to Herman alone that he discovered she was worried that he might be angry with her ... that he might be jealous and not want her to go on a date with a boy.
"No," he explained to her, "it's not that way at all. Go ahead, go with him and have fun. What we do together had nothing to do with your social life. You're getting to the age now where a lot of boys will be asking you out before long. Don't ever think I'll object to your dating."
She gave him a big kiss and told him he was the "best dad in the whole world."
Actually, it did give him a bit of a shock to think of her being out alone with some kid who maybe would have his hands on her kiss her or feel her up. But he realized he had no right to keep her from having a life as nearly like other girls her age as was possible under the circumstances.
And he also had a hunch that a seventh-grade boy was hardly likely to get in her pants. As he recalled, it had been much later than that when he had gotten to fuck any girls.
One Tuesday morning, Herman received a girl in his office who had quite a story to tell. He remembered the day of the week well, because the very next Tuesday, something happened at the office that made him check his files for certain information he gained during his interview with the girl.
And although he had no way of knowing it at the time, the information was to become, the following Tuesday, of crucial importance to him.
The facts of her tale weren't so strange, at least not compared to the things he heard from the mouths of other young people every day at his job. She had allowed her much older uncle to fuck her, and had been caught giving him head out in the garage. But when he discussed the matter with her, he learned that she had gotten the idea for her escapade not from her uncle but from a close girl friend who lived a few blocks away. She admitted, in fact, that she was the one who seduced her uncle and not the other way around.
That, of course, had made absolutely no difference to her parents or to the police, and the uncle was presently ensconced behind bars as a dangerous deviate.
He questioned her further about her girl friend and found that her family-at least according to the girl he was interviewing-openly participated in sex with each other. Openly, that is, within the family. His informant claimed that it was only because she was such a close friend of the girl that she had learned of the family's activities ... that they were very careful to protect themselves from outsiders at all times.
Herman started homing in on the kid. He asked her just how close she was with the girl friend and finally got her to admit the two had indulged in lesbian love together. He wormed more out of her by threatening to have her put in reform school if she didn't answer his questions. She told him there were five in the family-a man about his age or older, his wife, and three kids; her girl friend, who was sixteen, plus a younger brother, twelve, and a younger sister, eight. Before she left he even succeeded in extracting the family's name and address from her.
In return, he kept her from getting into more trouble by filing a weighted report on her, and made sure that her family's welfare payments were not altered. He jotted down the info on a card and stuck it in her file, not really sure what he was going to do with it if anything, but wanting to have it available.
The balance of the week was rather routine except for a cute little black girl fifteen years old who was so sexy he was forced into action. He got her to lower her drawers and promised her a suck job she would never forget if she'd let him tongue it out. She spread her legs and went to town on her right where she sat, jacking himself off as he buried his nose in kinky thick bush. She was a very erotic girl for her age, and became so aroused that she had an orgasm in less than five minutes.
At home things were the same. An armed truce with Laverne, desperate but unsuccessful attempts to be alone with Francine, and sidelong glances at Jilly's increasingly desirable little body. He had to watch himself carefully to keep from paying too much attention to the kids in front of his wife.
Then came the Tuesday when everything came to an unexpected head at the office and at home as well.
He had two very sexy teenagers for morning interviews and, by the time a girl appeared who was young enough to take advantage of, he was so hot for action that he made a terrible mistake. For the first time ever, he neglected to lock the office door. A passing supervisor came to see him unannounced and caught him talking lewdly to the kid. The man couldn't fire him fast enough, and said if it weren't for giving the welfare department a bad name he would have had him jailed.
Within a half hour he was on the street with his briefcase in his hand and not an idea in the world what he was going to do. He was afraid to call Laverne about what had happened and afraid not to. Then he got an idea.
He dropped a dime in a pay phone and called the junior high school where his daughters attended classes.