"Katty… let go. Please." Daddy closed his big strong fist around my weak tiny wrist, and tried-but not very persuasively-to push my hand away..
I held fast. "Remember how you poked my cute little asshole again that night?" I continued. "I was asleep. I felt the fat head… this one-" I yanked on his hard-on-"digging up my behind, and woke up but pretended to.be asleep still. It was better that way. It was like when I was a little girl… the first time you dry-poked me there. Only this time I was pretending, and you were awake… as if you were raping me… forcing me to give… taking what you wanted of me back there." Pants and all, I jerked him off slowly.
Daddy gritted and hissed air through his teeth. He stepped closer to the bed. "I… I didn't want to," he breathed. "Like in the car. I… I never wanted to… to do t-those things t-to you. Never!"
"Don't lie, Daddy." I jerked hard on his cock.
"All right. All right! But I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't made it so easy."
I patted the bedspread beside my bare creamy thigh. He hesitated only a moment, then sat beside me. "I told you not to put these things on," I cooed, groping for the zipper at his fly. "Did it feel good, Daddy? When you poked me in the behind?"
"God, yes!"
"Tight?"
"Like a fuckin' keyhole!"
"And hot! Hotter than anything. You said so." I unzipped the fly, undid the button, but left the belt as a challenge to make him undo. My hand slipped inside the pants.
"I… I actually thought you were sleeping," choked Daddy, leaning far forward as my fingers, outside the cotton shorts, traced the length of his cock. "I… I remember thinking, How in the… ummm! How in the sweet fuckin' hell can she sleep like a baby with all this meat up her cute behind? You didn't peep. You just lay there and took it… inch by inch… and not even wet back there. It was like drilling a screw into oak. I… I had to sweat to get it halfway up your closed asshole."
"It hurt" I whispered. "Like crazy. But I didn't cry out… even though I wanted to." I found the open fly of the shorts, reached inside, and ran one finger around the hairy base of his shaft. "Lay back," I told him. "I love seeing your dick stand straight up from the pants."
Obediently, as if forgetting all the objections and thinking only of me, Daddy lay back, long legs over the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He sighed. He groped, exactly as I had anticipated he would, for the belt buckle. The belt came undone. I opened the pants, extracted his big, rigid cock, and gasped as the gigantic pink bulb sprang like a gas-filled balloon into the air. It swayed. It trembled. It bobbed like the "follow-the-bouncing-ball" thing in the movies.
Daddy's hand fell to my soft inner thigh… bare inches from my hot pussy. He squeezed.
Darn! I thought… why'd I have to wear stockings today? I nervously undid the garter belt clasp above his hand, rolled the stocking halfway down my thigh, and placed his rough hand on my smooth flesh. I inched higher on the bed… bent… pressed my moist red lips gently to his mouth. I had learned, through Tom the benefit of prolonging the ultimate union. Mummy and Tom wouldn't be back for hours I knew. We had time.
Lying curled on my side, I stroked Daddy's dick while we kissed. His hard fingers grazed my crotch. I shivered. He plucked the short pussy hairs at the leg band of my panties, making me tremble in anticipation. His long middle finger traced the indentation where the flimsy undergarment lay sunk in the wet lips of my cunt. His hand moved over my hip, down. He followed the elastic digging into the soft underside of one plump buttock. It was almost better than fucking.
We petted and kissed for what seemed to be hours. Then Daddy again clamped his huge hand on my wrist, gripped hard, and barked, "Stop! You'll make me come all over you and the bedspread if you don't knock off playing with my joint."
"Then come in my pussy," I suggested hotly.
Daddy pressed me back and down on the mattress. He held both my wrists trapped, upper body across my breasts, dick rubbing the outer side of my thigh where the stocking was rolled partially down. "That day in the living room," he said softly, nuzzling the valley at the neck of my low-cut dress. "I… I watched you with Tom. Seems you learned a few things since the last time you sucked my joint. Like the whipped cream."
I eyed him suspiciously. "Knock off the cock sucking, huh?"
"Don't you like Daddy's cock?"
"Yes but…"
"Don't you like to feel it hot and hard slipping into your mouth? Shooting off? Filling your throat with cum?"
"Oh, Daddy. You know I love it. You know that!"
"Let's take off your clothes:'
I watched him rise from the bed. The pants fell from his waist to the floor. He stepped out of them. His dick pointed skyward. I lay still, watching, heart thumping, thighs aquiver. I was so much jelly in his big strong callused hands.
Boy! I thought… things had sure changed, passive and aggressive roles and like that, since I coaxed the cock from his pants minutes before.
Daddy lifted one nylon-clad leg, kissed my small instep, and rolled the loose stocking down to my ankle. He let my high heel drop. The nylon followed. Arranging my leg bent on the bed, his hand moved slowly up one thigh. Gently he cupped my pussy.
I chewed my lower lip. "Fuck me, Daddy," I sobbed. "Don't make me suck you off this time. Please. I love you. Do my pussy. I… I want you to be the first one."
"Quiet. Let me enjoy this, Katty. It's like Christmastime when I was a kid. Presents. There's a surprise under everything you're wearing. It's new every time."
"Oh, Daddy. That's so beautiful."
"Shhh!"
I lay there quiet and still. He loves you! I told myself, tears smarting in my eyes. It's just he's got this uncontrollable thing about having his cock sucked.
I felt his strong fingers undoing the little metal clasp holding the second nylon. He lifted my leg, worked the stocking down, and, as he had done before, let my shoe and the nylon fall to the floor. He let my leg drop… spread my knees wide… arranging my legs so I lay like a hotsy dumb frog beneath his hungry gaze. Again his hand sought my crotch.
By the time he rolled me over, onto my belly, to get at the snaps up the back of my dress, I was thrashing about like an eel out of water. He opened the dress. I felt his hot breath on my bare back. He lifted the hem to my waist, made me lift, and, holding me down when I tried to roll onto my back once more, worked the dress to my armpits. His huge hands covered my ass -kneading, pinching, spreading the cheeks and letting them jiggle together-as I maneuvered the garment off my head and threw it to the floor. I closed my eyes, pressed my face to the satin bedspread. I heard the panties cackle nylon laughter as they slipped from my hips, down my thighs, off.
"Jesus!" groaned Daddy.
The sound of his voice ripped another sob from my lips. I was naked, trembling and vulnerable to his touch. I felt his hot breath on my buttocks… a wet kiss at the dimple at the base of my spine. His tongue licked down. My sphincter muscles tightened. My cunt wept. I wanted more than anything to feel his big dick slipping into me, into my vulva, my anus, my mouth… anywhere and everywhere he wanted to put it.
"Do something, Daddy. Put it in," I said in a small voice.
"Not yet, baby."
I heard the rustle of his shorts dropping. Again my legs were spread. A weight sank onto the bed between my knees. The weight lowered itself to my back. I gasped, thrust my hips up into the hot veiny thing at the tight mouth of my new pussy. It retreated, slipped along the lips to the hair… then down and back to the even tighter mouth of my rectum.