"C'mon, Kitty-Kat," called Daddy, waving me in before he went under again, and scissored like a huge frog, to the middle of the lake. Ready to follow anywhere, to suck him off underwater, if he asked, I splashed out. But the lake stopped me. The water crawled up my thighs, touched my cunt, made me shiver and yelp. It was an unwelcome douche. I felt it creep inside me, slosh about, and wash the last of the sticky love juices away. I giggled. I could imagine a fish somewhere below, mistaking the wormy strands of cum for a groovy dinner, gulping a mouthful, and immediately having an orgasm.
"Now you're making me crazy!" I yelled when Daddy again popped through the surface. He looked about, spotted me standing with arms clutched tight across small hard titties-goosebumps making my plump round ass jiggle and jump on the surface-grinned and went under once more. He came at me like a curly-headed torpedo.
Squealing for him to stop, feeling silly, but happy, too, I started for shore. But before I had gone halfway, feet slipping, cunt shriveled yet wanting him still, Daddy's huge callused hand closed around my slim ankle; the other hand slipped up my wet leg to my love channel, and his fingers dug in before he lifted and tossed me high in the air.
"Da-deee…!" I came down with a loud splash, sank. I landed on my ass, on the grassy bottom, opened my eyes and saw his long hairy legs, feet planted firmly, wide apart, cock dangling like tempting bait. I took it firmly in hand and yanked, as if it were the rope on a church tower bell.
Laughing, Daddy lifted me sputtering through the surface. Holding me at arm's length, he said, "I used to watch you undress and think, Christ! that's Katty? Look it the black hair on her twat… pink nipples… cute little rosy-cheeked ass. I always kind of dug your backside. Even 'when you were a kid, the time in the sleeping bag, when I awoke and felt my piss hard-on stoking your tight dungarees, I had to hold myself back and jerk off in the woods next morning. And then last night, when you sat in my lap, wearing those goddam soft see-through panties, the crack of your ass opening wider every fucking time you moved, I had to whack off again, to get to sleep."
A dreamy look came into Daddy's eyes. I had been holding his cock while he spoke, and now, as he looked me up and down, broad chest heaving, it began to grow and throb in the palm of my hand. I cocked my head, shifted my weight provocatively from one wide hip to the other. Now we were going to fuck, I knew. The thought made my throat dry.
"Once," continued Daddy, voice scratchy, glazed eyes riveted to my glistening. pussy, "right after your mother took off, leaving me with a perpetual hard-on until I started fucking Debbie…"
"Daddy!" I squeaked. "Debbie Simon?"
He nodded.
"But Daddy… she's my very bestfriend!"
Daddy grinned foolishly. "That's why it happened," he explained. "She used to come to the house when you were out, and one day, right after watching you wiggle your stuff into hot pants and then take off, leaving me with a poker that long-" he held his hands convincingly two feet apart-"there she was. She was wearing a mini… trim little legs wide open when she sat on the sofa… hairless pink gash winking while she told me about her old man sneaking into her room and lapping and finger-fucking her the night before." Groaning, as if he were remembering Debbie as a super-swell fuck, he thrust his meat forward in my hand and drove four fingers deep into my bush. He pulled me close. "Joe Simon only lets Debbie suck him off," he added.
Moving my cheek against the wiry hair on his chest, I squatted and took the full length of his fingers. I'd fix Debbie! I thought. Not only had she screwed Daddy, now my personal property, but she had been sucking dick and keeping it a secret from me. Well, I had seen Mr. Simon's hungry looks when I visited the house, and knew he'd prefer my curlicued pussy to Debbie's bald gash. I decided I'd suck him off… first chance I got!
Daddy carried me to shore. He found us a soft patch of grass, with thick brush and tall trees all around-in case anyone came, I suppose-set me down, and told me to roll over onto my belly.
"Why?" I asked, staring wide-eyed up at his low-slung, heavy balls, and the club like weapon standing straight out from the burst of midnight-black hair covering him from cock to shin. Was he going to stick that formidable shaft up my tight shitter, I wondered. The mere thought made me tremble! It was so big!
"I gotta have some of that ass," said Daddy, whacking off slowly. "After last night, and that time in the sleeping bag-Christ, Katty, I just gotta bust my nuts in that sweet little asshole of yours. Be a good girl, baby. Turn over and show me what it looks like on hands and knees."
Still frightened, heart beating so fast I thought sure it was going to explode and leave my small tits in shreds, I rolled onto my stomach, closed my eyes, waited. I felt Daddy lie down beside me. Tentatively he fingered my asshole and used his bony knee to spread my quivering thighs. I felt the hot nozzle tip of his prick slip lightly up and down between my soft buttocks. "Don't hurt me, Daddy," I cried, inching back, raising my hips, positioning myself on hands and knees, as he had directed. "Go slow. Your cock is so big… shove it in me just a little bit at a time."
Daddy's reply was heavy breathing. I felt him center the bulbous head on my gaping asshole. "Oh, Daddy, pleeze!" I wailed, wanting it, not wanting it. My tight sphincter muscles relaxed, and the tip, the awesome glans at the end of his long hard cock, bit snugly into my rectum. I gasped, hips churning. Daddy gasped, too. I felt his hot shaft forcing its way farther and farther, spreading my cheeks, driving toward the emptiness high in my belly.
"Jesus, you're tiny," said Daddy, gripping my hips, and thrusting, inch by delicious inch… until his pubic hair rubbed my rounded backside, and his huge nuts slapped the open lips of my pussy. "Motherfucker! God! God! Move your hips, baby. Help me get it going in and out."
"Ummm…! It feels so good. More. More!" I had been dopey to think it would hurt. It was the most beautiful feeling. I slid forward on his meat spike until the pulsating glans almost escaped, and ground my ass swiftly, furiously back, taking it all, working my inner muscles, sucking him off with spasms of my belly. It went deeper and deeper. I bent double, wanting still more. Deeper. Deeper! I wanted to feel every hair, his nuts, every working part of his joint, his fingers, his tongue, everything that was Daddy, inside me.
"All the way, Daddy," I demanded, cunt snapping at his balls, and tight little shitter burning from the brutal stabs. The pain, the friction, the sense of being raped in the wilderness, were exquisite. Deep in my cunt I could feel the hard poker grazing the thin membrane separating the two channels, and it was like being fucked in both holes at the same time.
Suddenly Daddy's full weight fell upon my back. I gasped, flattening out on the grass. My buttocks closed on his member. He was coming, I knew. He reached under, strong fingers probing my sex, and jerked my own little hard-on to the edge of climax.
"I love you, Daddy," I sobbed.
"I know, Katty. I know."
"Don't stop. Never. Ever." I twisted my neck, moist lips eager for his. His mouth covered mine. It was the sweetest kiss of my life. Breathtaking. Demanding. I felt his dick swell bigger and bigger, his hips no longer thrusting but grinding slow, insistent circles, first this one, then that, and all the – time building, climbing the ladder, nearer and nearer the lightning flash of hot cum..
My breath caught when it happened. I thought my insides were coming apart. I bucked. I screamed. I made animalistic noises deep in my throat as blast after terribly forceful blast shot off high in my asshole.
Daddy tore his lips from mine. Straining, nailing me, to the forest floor with his spike, he whispered, tighten up, baby. Milk it. Show me what you can do."
I squeezed and squeezed. I was coming, too… barely a second late. The woods lighted up like a bright Christmas tree. The sky spun. The sun was a blazing disc playing bump-and-grind rock. Do it again, Daddy," I begged. "Only harder this time."