She raised the covers and he could see that although she still wore her nighty, the panties were all the way off and lost somewhere under the covers and the hem of the nighty was around her waist. In the semi-darkness of the bed's interior he could see her cunt hairs glistening like thin strands of gold.
"See, Daddy?" she said.
"My, my," he said, touching her tender tummy and running his hand southward. "You sure have been playing with this cute little thing, haven't you? I can see it's still all red and damp. Here, let Daddy show you how to work on it."
He took her hand gently in his and pressed her small fingers to the hairless folds of her tiny slit.
"See, you can stick your fingers in and out like I did for you the other night with my cock," he demonstrated, "but there are other ways a little girl can play with herself that sometimes makes her feel even better than that. See this little thing right here? That's your 'clit', honey -- and giving it a few soft, gentle feels will really make you get hot nice and fast."
She frowned. "Ooooo, don't make me touch myself there," she said. "That's too sensitive -- I've tried fooling with it some, but it almost hurts when I do it."
He moved her fingers aside and placed his own forefinger in their place. Carefully and delicately, he began massaging all around the sides of the miniscule organ, giving the blunt tip of it a wide berth so as not to cause her discomfort.
"Ummm," she said, her eyes enlarging and growing soft, "that's neat... ummm, feels real good when you do it."
"That's because I'm staying away from the tip of it," he pointed out. "On a lot of girls, the very tip of the clit is so sensitive they can't stand to have it touched till they get real excited. And you must be one of them."
"You mean when a man's thing is in their cunnies?" she pressed. "Then it feels good, huh?"
"That's pretty much the case," he told her. "You'll have to experiment with it yourself and find out. And honey, a man's 'thing' is called a cock, or a prick. You might as well use those words now that you're old enough to make one hard."
"Prick?" she repeated, her lips carefully forming the word. She had heard it and other words like it before, but had been afraid to use them herself because she knew they were very naughty.
"Yeah, honey," he said, "'prick' -- like this one right here." He pulled his cock from the fly of his jockey shorts and presented it for her observation. He loved the way her eyes sparkled with renewed interest at the sight of it.
"If I frig yours for you," she proposed, "will you frig my cunny for me, Daddy?"
"Sure, sweety," he said, his passion rising. He began masturbating her young organs and she promptly grasped the stiff shaft of his cock in her warm hand and returned the favor. He saw beads of sweat pop out on her face almost immediately.
"You little devil," he said, "the little head start you gave yourself before I came in here must have had you pretty hot already. Shit, look at that pussy -- it's all pink and gushy."
She giggled and looked between her legs, seeing his fingers manipulating the virginal folds of her lips. "I told you I was frigging myself before you came to my room," she reminded him.
He got behind her on the bed and enfolded her body from the back, turning sideways far enough to give her plenty of room to keep her hand going on his cock. With one he continued to masturbate her and with the other, he stimulated the pubescent swellings that stuck pertly from her chest.
Feeling the warmth of his body through her nighty wasn't enough. She wanted it closer. She peeled it off and sat naked with him, jacking him off and rubbing her sides and back against him as he kept up the action between her shiny pussy lips.
When things got going, he lowered his head and kissed her all over her neck and shoulders. Then she turned her face up for a kiss on the lips, squirming excitedly against him for more contact.
"Let's be kissing when you make that funny stuff spurt from your... from your prick," she suggested. He was only too happy to honor her request. He covered the tiny rosebud of her mouth with his big hot lips and was delighted at her response. She opened her mouth and pushed on the front of his teeth with her tongue. He met her tongue with his and they hungrily sucked each other as their fingers flew on each other's excited organs.
Soon she began little whimpering sounds and scooting her ass around in the bed.
Jesus, he thought to himself, the horny little thing's about to come off already. She might be just twelve years old, but it sure as hell looks like I've got a little sexpot on my hands in spite of how little experience she has.
By now she was hunching her hairless pussy in such excited spasms he knew she was almost there. He gave her titty a nice damp massaging and hugged her to him tightly. She jerked her fingers up and down faster and faster on his cock and he felt the big moment start to happen. Just before he shot off, he felt her cunt quiver and heard her sob as though she was hurting -- she had gotten hers already. He let himself go at once and filled her palm with a cascade of thick warm milk from the head of his cock.
He rolled over and playfully took her with him, upending her and bringing her supine to his side. He grabbed her again and kissed her titties and tummy as she giggled, returning his kisses and hugging the sweet meat of her cunt against his leg. After a little more rough-house play, he pulled the covers over their heads and began talking to her in hushed tones. It was time to get down to the business portion of his little visit to her room.
"Sweety, how would you like to have Daddy show you more secret things you can do with all these cute little things?" he asked, rubbing his hands lightly over her titties, tummy, pussy and thighs.
"Oh boy," she said, "will you?"
Curt then proceeded to plant some ideas in her young mind that she had never before even thought about doing. It was all a part of a plan he'd had been considering all evening. He was dying to get back at Kelly for her recent impudence, and he believed he had finally figured out a way to do it.
His idea was to discredit anything she might tell Karol about the fact that he had been carrying on secret incestuous meetings with her for the past three years. If he could succeed in making Karol disbelieve the girl's story, then she no longer had anything with which to blackmail him. In order to make Kelly's story be rejected by Karol, he had decided on an extreme measure. He would induce Lilly into initiating a lesbian scene with her older sister, then when things were in full swing he would come in and discover the pair flagrante delicto.
Since Kelly was the elder of the two, all the blame for the affair would naturally fall on her shoulders and he would promote it. He would renounce her for seducing her little sister. That way, Lilly -- the actual seducer -- would be in the clear and, more important, his wife would undoubtedly refuse to believe anything Kelly said from then on. After that, she could scream all she wanted to about how her father had introduced her to incest and robbed her of her cherry at the age of fifteen. He would simply claim she was lying, and Karol would be sure to believe him instead of their daughter. But it wasn't necessary for Lilly to know all the devious details.
All she had to know was what to do and how to do it -- which he did at once. She had already expressed how much she wanted to learn new, secret things she could do with her newly blossomed body. Now was the time to tell her.
"Have you ever done things with another girl?" he asked her, hugging her fondly beneath the covers. "Did you know girls could screw together pretty much like a man and a girl?"
Her first reaction was laughter. "Oh Daddy, quit trying to tease me," she chortled. "That's silly. Girls can't screw together."