Put in those terms it was a little easier for her to accept but she still had certain qualms in spite of the alcohol. "No, I'm not scared," she hesitantly replied. "I'm... I'm just afraid you won't like me because my..."
Her voice faded out into an inaudible, embarrassed kind of mumble that made him eager to hear the rest of her words.
"What, honey?" he entreated. "What did you say? Your what?"
In a small voice she answered, "I'm afraid you won't like me because my... my ninnies aren't big yet. And because my... my cunny doesn't have much... you know..."
She halted at last from embarrassment.
"Because your little cunt doesn't have much hair on it yet?" he finished for her. "Well, don't you worry about that, sweetheart. A girl your age isn't supposed to have much hair on her cunt or very big titties. You will have... you will have before too long. But I think you're awfully cute just like you are, Lilly. Your daddy loves your little titties and pussy just like they are."
She smiled and threw her arms around his naked shoulders. Her housecoat flew open and gave him a quick feel of one of her hard little nipples against his chest.
"Then go ahead, Daddy," she told him, her voice soft and thrilling, "... go ahead and make me naked then. Heck I'm not wearing much anyway. Only thing I've got on under my housecoat is..."
"Are you just wearing panties under there, you little devil?" he laughed, already slipping both hands under her tattered housecoat. "Well, I'm gonna have your little cunt and tits out in the open awful damned quick, then."
He passed his hands up the long lengths of her coltish thighs, marveling at the incredible softness of her creamy skin, and touched the leg-bands of her panties. She giggled, half from actually being ticklish on her thighs and half from nervous anticipation of what was going to happen to her.
He unbuttoned her housecoat and deftly removed it from one arm. She willingly assisted him, withdrawing her other arm from its sleeve and shrugging it from her shoulders. In the moonlight shining through the bedroom window, Curt feasted his eyes on his young daughter's pouting tits. They stood up taut and rosy-tipped from her unblemished chest like a pair of exotic little fruits, just waiting for the touch to release their tasty flavor.
He brought his fingertips to one of them and caressed it gently. Its tip hardened and seemed to stab into the air more sharply and saucily than ever. He heard her catch her breath.
"Like that, honey?" he asked, his palms sweating.
"Ummm yes," she enthusiastically responded. She squirmed on the bed and in his other hand he felt the sweet pressure of her thighs lock on his fingers. She drew them apart quickly. She hadn't realized just where his other hand was, only that it was barely touching the leg bands of her panties once in a while. She was embarrassed at being so bold with her careless thighs.
Fire shot through his groin at the smooth touch of her leggy trap. "That's okay," he urged. "Leave your legs there. Go ahead and trap my hand, it'll make you feel good to have something between your legs. You ever have anything there before... you ever play with yourself sometimes in bed at night?"
"No," she answered honestly. But she was thinking of her little friend, Gwen, and thought she probably did.
"Lemme show you how, then," Curt told her. He rubbed his forefinger against the damp crotch of her undergarment and continued to gingerly manipulate the swollen tip of her aroused nipple. She moved her body languorously under his touches and he could hear little increases in her breathing. She was quite obviously enraptured by what he was doing to her and was beginning to enjoy the thrills of having foreign hands on the parts of her body she had always thought were nasty.
She clamped her upper thighs more tightly around his hand now, shamelessly showing him she wanted more. He slipped a finger under the leg band and tweaked the crack of her asshole, then brought it up and forward to the pouting lips of her nearly hairless pussy.
"Ooooo!" she squealed.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Whew... it sure does," he said.
"How's this," he pressed, "... a little better?" He had mounted the top of her protruding organs and was about to enter the tight slit of her virginal, secret little canal.
"Ummmm," she eagerly answered, "a lot better."
His cock was throbbing with lust as he looked down on his daughter's warm, responsive body. All she had on were her panties and there was no longer any use for them at all. The only reason he left them on this long was so she could see how it felt to have her young snatch rubbed through their fabric. He drew them down her legs and felt her squeeze his hand between her calves as he passed between them. He eagerly pushed upward past her knees and along the long columns of her thighs till he was back again at her pussy. This time she opened her legs and gave a little push toward him with her ass before he even touched her.
When he put his finger in her slit again it felt warmer than before and he could detect a lot more moisture there. He softly fingered her, allowing more and more of his finger to enter the tight crack.
"Daddy," she innocently asked, "is this... is this screwing?"
"No sugar," he replied, excited anew by her words. "This is just frigging. A girl can even do this by herself."
"Then when are you gonna screw me, Daddy?" she innocently inquired. "When are you gonna do that? You said you'd show me everything."
Chapter Seven
The sound of such words in his barely pubescent daughter's mouth sent a searing spark of lust through Curt's swollen prick. He was ashamed of himself for the way it made him feel, but not nearly enough to keep him from continuing with the pleasurable business of her seduction. He spread her undersized pussy lips a bit wider and dipped deep enough to get a little juice on the end of his finger as he answered her.
"Honey," he explained, "I don't know yet if my cock will fit in your little hole. You might be too small for me. That's what screwing is -- a man putting his cock into a woman's cunt and pushing it in and out of her. But even if my cock's too big to fit you, I'll still show you how and tell you about it."
"A woman's?" she asked, omitting the nasty word her father had used in his explanation. "But I'm not a woman, I'm just a little..." she stopped herself and changed it -- "I'm just a girl. Can't... can't a girl be screwed too, like a woman can? Or does she have to..."
"Sweetheart," Curt broke in, "if it's humanly possible to do it, you can bet your sweet little ass I'm gonna do it. Jesus, I'm so sexed up now from the way you're talking about it I'm about to pop. If your cunt'll get hot enough and wet enough to let my cock squeeze into it, I assure you I'll screw you. I'll split your little cherry for you real nice and easy so it won't hurt much, and then I'll give you such a screwing you won't know what to do with yourself."
His answer pleased her. "Yes, I will know what to do with myself!" she cried, giggling. "This!"
She raised up a bit off the bed and threw her arms around his neck as before. But this time both of them were completely naked. The exciting pressure of her warm little tits and arms on his bare torso made him shiver with desire. He accepted the moist, gin-scented lips she offered him and crushed her frail body to his chest with gusto. She scooted her ass closer toward him and he responded by increasing the penetration of her pussy with his forefinger.
"Ummm," she moaned softly, "that feels so good when you do that, Daddy. This frigging you're showing me is... whew, it's better than I ever even suspected."
He raised to a sitting position and enclosed her in his arms, feeling up her naked ass cheeks with one hand while masturbating her with the other. He saw beads of sweat begin to appear on her smooth forehead and felt her press her tits harder into his chest. Lilly was plainly excited and she showed it by rubbing her hands all up and down his naked chest and arms. He saw her shyly looking below at the spear of his stiff cock sticking up from his hairy crotch.