Tom fingered my asshole and began a wonderfully slow, rhythmic fuck grind. We said things. Not much sense. My vagina was sore from so much fucking. The tender outer lips of my cunt felt raw But my hard little pink soldier was having itself a ball.
Tom pressed his lips to my ear. "I'm almost ready, Katty."
"Me too."
"Should we finish like this, or…"
"On top. Me on top."
"Jesus. You make me want to fuck all day and all night. Never stop. I don't think I'll ever get enough of your tight little pussy."
"On top. Please."
Tom rolled onto his back, taking me with him. My breathing quickened. I brought my knees up close to his sides… as I had done on the sofa with Daddy the day he stretched my hymen. My tits swayed over his face. His sandpaper tongue flicked out… darted across one hard nipple. I gasped. I lifted my rump to give him room to thrust.
Tom's cock shot up into me.
"Oh, yes."
Again, the glans pulsing inside, me, near climax.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" And again-pubic hair mashing hard into my cunt, dick riding high in my round belly. "Kitten. I… ah, baby. Baby!Babeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
I was lost. The first blast shot into me. I cried. I yelled. I moved my legs down, fell flat… milking his shaft between tightly closed thighs. His cock was a bucking bronco in my vulva-spitting huge gobs of hot cum at my dilapidated, much abused, but nonetheless stubborn stupid cherry.
"Don't stop," I told him. "Never… never ever stop shafting your lovely hard dick into me."
CHAPTER SIX
Zip-zip-slice… me perched bare assed on the edge of a cold metal gurny cart, the doctor's nose and scalpel up my gaped-open bush, and the stubborn, loathsome, ridiculous thing was gone. Well! I didn't exactly race around like a yearling for the next few days, and my menstrual cycle kept all anxious cocks at bay, but now, when I drove a finger up there… no dumb trampoline!
It was very exciting. Particularly in light of the groovy changes at our place. The day after I walked into the living room and made my partial confession to Mummy, Tom, bag and baggage, moved into the guest bedroom across the hall from mine, and, although I had no conclusive evidence, I was certain he and Mummy had resumed screwing. Daddy didn't seem to mind, either. He and Mummy did their thing. Tom and Mummy did theirs.
Of course, now that I was whole, now that my hole was empty, I mean, I, too, was anxious to do "my thing." And of course, I now watched Daddy-mouth watering as I eyed the long hunk of meat in his pants leg-with renewed interest. In a way, I was cherry still. Tom, Mr. Levine, Vic-they didn't count. Each had come in my pussy. Each had shafted me there. But no one… except maybe the doctor, who had taken one hell of a long time to complete the post-operation… had yet gotten a sniff of the tight new upper end of my channel.
Again I decided, this, time 'for keeps, that Daddy, no one but, was going to do the groundbreaking. He, too, it seemed, since learning of the minor surgery, watched me with renewed interest, stared long and hard at my crotch, my titties, my ass. But nothing happened until late one afternoon when I returned home from a fuckless day at school to find a note from Mummy saying Tom had taken her "shopping."
The master bedroom door was ajar. Daddy was dressing. He stood before the dresser, ass bent to me, white boxer shorts halfway up his long hairy legs. I could see his cock in the mirror. Even limp, it was awesome-hung so low the glans appeared at the leg band once the shorts were in place at his waist. He straightened, saw my small dark head at the door in the mirror. Abruptly he turned.
Without a word, I moved into the room, set my books down on the night table, and bounced on the edge of the double bed. My pussy tingled. I grinned impishly up at him.
"If your mother comes home and finds you in here…"
"Oh Daddy! You know darn well what shopping means. That's how it started before… remember? They're probably fuckin' in the back seat of our Buick right now. Besides… I've seen you watching me. Don't pretend. You're curious about-" lying back on the bed, propped on my elbows, I opened my legs just enough to tantalize-"about what the doctor did to me down there."
Daddy cleared his throat. He strode briskly across the bedroom, retrieved his pants from the closet came back. "Thought you and Tom were… ah… going sort of steady," he said, a. jealous lilt in his voice. "That day in the living room… Christ! You weren't interested in anything 'cept that wife-fucking bastard's stiff joint."
"Don't be silly, Daddy," I chided. "You gave me that look… you knew I couldn't let you do me with Mummy right there. And all that hotsy talk! Boy! I had to do something or bust. My pussy got wet just listening to you two talk about doing all those kinky things. Boy! In an armchair!"
Daddy's gaze dropped to my hemline. His cock stirred. He grunted, looked away, bent… thrust one muscular leg roughly into his pants.
"Don't put your pants on," I told him.
"Why in hell not?" " 'Cause your dick's getting hard, and my pussy's brand new, and I want you to do me."
Daddy hesitated a moment then thrust the other leg into the pants. You re my daughter, he said gruffly. "Fucking around, sucking, asshole fucking, is one thing, but sticking my joint in your belly is… is incest! Suppose you got knocked up? Suppose you had an idiot kid with two noses and three fuckin' eyes or something?"
I giggled. I reached for my purse. Daddy watched me rummage through the contents and come up with the round plastic compact like case-with thirty-one little slots holding as many pinkish pills-that I had bought from the doctor who did the knife work inside me. He blinked. I offered the case, day, and date marlr'3d over each slot, for his inspection. Holding the pants up with one hand, he took it and read: ONE DAILY TO PREVENT UNWANTED PREGNANCY.
Daddy coughed. He tossed the case onto the bed. He buttoned the pants, zipped the fly, and said, "I… I still can't fuck you."
"Why not now?" I yelped, outraged, wanting to choke him.
"I… I don't know why," he shouted, hand-. some dark face going from olive to deep red, and avoided my eyes. "Chrissakes! I tried, Kathie. That day on the sofa. Don't you think I wanted to? You're so fuckin' soft and tight down there… so fuckin' good. But as my joint went in… as your pussy began to nip the head of my cock… just when it was getting really good, I thought, Christ! This is Kitty-Kat you're plowing… your little girl… the kid whose diapers you changed and told bedtime stories to." He stared at me mournfully.
Wow! I thought. Daddy wasn't wrapped too tight upstairs, either! He and Mummy sure had some goofy ideas about sex. Momentarily I wondered if the entire over-thirty generation was knotty upstairs. I mean… I could almost see the incest thing if Daddy had refused to stick his oversized insatiable dick in my mouth, my ass hole but now'? It was kooky! There he was, not two feet away, eyes glued to my hemline and talking about this guilt thing while the hose m his pants grew and grew down the leg. The entire thing-big nozzle tip, long veiny shank, nuts and all-throbbed beneath the thin material like a transplanted heart.
What material! I thought. What a book me and Debbie would someday write!
A sudden light blinked inside my head. Now I recalled how easily Daddy had turned himself and Mummy on with all that kinky talk the day in the living room. I batted my feathery eyelashes up at him. My hand shot out, as If with a mind of its own, and closed tight around the long hard thing in his pants. "Remember that first night at the lake?" I asked, gently squeezing his hot cock. "The sleeping bag? We had only one this time. You said you wanted it to be just like the night long ago when you woke up with a piss hard-on poking the back of my jeans. Only this time I didn't have any jeans on." I opened my thighs, giving him a glimpse of the sweet little black coils peeping form both leg bands of my panties.