He knelt on the bed between her legs, planted a hand on each side of her torso and murmured, "You steer it in," knowing that she could more precisely plug it in without hurting herself.
Her thumb and forefinger pinched the stem and seated the swollen arrowhead in an oily socket. He nudged. A jelly-soft mouth closed on his cockhead. Her breath hissed out. He hung over her, firmly poised, allowing a little weight to fall on the prong sinking by quarter inches into her cunt.
"Wait," she whispered. She fingered it about, lubricating it, then said, "Now. Deeper."
The big tool squeezed into her.
Again her breath hissed out. She squirmed. Her body trembled a moment, quieted. Her legs lifted and crossed on his back. He felt the form of her cunt change. It was open now and straightened but he still eased cautiously into the narrow channel.
A flicker of awareness advised him that he was pronging into his daughter's cunt, that she was no enchanted creature but Lily Folsom, and he her loving father. He frowned, confused. The illusion of magic faded and he knew it had been a self-serving justification at best, leaving him with his cock half into his beloved daughter. But because he loved her he could not accept it as evil. It had to be good, an expression of his love.
He sank deeper: She squirmed, adjusting to it. Her heels hardened on his back. Her hips moved, lifting, impaling her cunt on the bony cock. Waves of damp heat washed its length and when he looked down at their pubes he saw that their hair had merged.
She arched up and the hair flattened together.
He was full into his daughter's body.
He sank down on her, feeling the hard points of her tits burn his chest.
They lay still for a moment, his meat throbbing inside her.
He whispered, "Did it-does it-hurt?" "Like eating too much Sunday dinner."
Her arms curled about him. She pressed her velvety cheek to his.
He said, "You mean, you liked it going in, but now it's too much?"
"Did any woman ever complain of too much?" There was a giggle in her voice.
Her amusement made him frown. Was this a game to her, mere playing? His love for her was an overpowering, deadly serious thing. Her mother had been like this, always seeing the funny side of sex, especially of his solicitude for her comfort. He had learned that women were tougher than men thought. Still, this was his virginal daughter. Had she been a virgin?
She said, "Daddy, your tool is awfully big."
His impulse was to apologize, to withdraw the offending member, to bang his head against a wall to atone for having caused her pain.
But there was a lilt in her voice. She was teasing him, this teenager with a monstrous cock up her cunt She giggled, "I'm not made of sugar candy."
The echo of her mother's voice, so many years ago. On their wedding night she had added, "I wish you'd fuck me lots harder."
But Lily added, "I'm pretty stretchy inside."
A certain tension left him. He glanced sidewise, met her gaze and saw the twinkle in it. Yes, females were animals, compared to men, quite indifferent to morality. He had learned that in a thousand harsh lessons from his wife but could-not get it through his thick skull.
And no matter how much he blamed it on Kit, his daughter had seduced him.
When he had glimpsed her naked in her room, drying her hair, the towel concealing her face, she had been posing for him. She had known he could see her nudity front and back.
A throb in his prick made him push deeper into her belly.
"Mm-mm!" Lily murmured. "Yes, I'm ready now, Daddy."
Her eagerness stripped away his last regrets. He began to fuck his daughter, slowly, with exquisite caution, short jogs in the tight suction of her vaginal tube. She gave a moan and hipped up to meet his shoves. Yes, she was a female, a member of the unknowable, immoral, unpredictably pagan sex. If he had thought differently of her it had been his own prudishness being expressed.
He lengthened his strokes. Her cunt sucked on his retreating tool and gaped, welcoming its reentry.
She gasped, "Daddy, your cock is so wonderful, filling my hole and-oh, Daddy, please, push in and stay a minute, squeeze hard on my clit, I think I'm starting to come."
He plugged her full and wrenched his loins at the wetness of his split, and his daughter thrust up against it, hips rotating, her open cunt making squishy noises.
"AGH!" she cried. "There! Now fuck me hard, I'm coming, coming off like crazy!"
He gave her long strokes, sliding easily in her tight but incredibly slippery hole. Slow ones, his scrotum merely patting her upturned behind.
Her face burned. Her cunt began milking his cock, sucking at it and pulling waves of wet heat up the shank.
"Daddy!" she shrieked. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She was whipping against him, their bellies swatting together, and her fire burned into his cock. It began to surge, stiffening to an iron club. As he speeded his balls jounced about, hurting when they struck her ass. He had gone too long without. The end of this fuck would not ease the pain in them. He needed an orgy with his daughter, a day-long party to release all the agonizing knots within him.
He was bucking high, sawing at her gulping cunt.
"I'm getting there," he grunted. "Honey, are you still coming?"
"I came, but I'm coming again. Daddy, I hurt all over like I have to burst."
"Can you take this? Am I doing it too hard?"
"I'll be sore but I don't care. Just fuck me, please, you can just fuck me, oh, yes, like that-"
He was ramming her now, his balls smashing her, his cock so bloated and huge that he was no longer human, just a horse flailing wildly at his spurting, gulping target.
The come made him rigid all over. His eyeballs protruded, his neck drew into ropes, his whacking ass hardening to tangles of steel cable ripping apart.
He cried, "I'm shooting-"
"Give it to me!" she shrieked, arching up, hips grinding, rotating, her cunt squishing loudly as it sucked. He could smell it strongly, that luscious, pungent smell of pussy excited beyond endurance, and he laughed with joy as his first spurts blasted up her hole.
"Daddy, you're coming inside me!"
"Honey, are you with me?"
She answered with a wrenching moan, vising her thighs on his flanks, grinding her heels into his spine, flagging her wide-open split at his pubes.
He shot again, this time feeling a terrible relief as everything seemed to sweep out of his cock and spurt into her pulsing cavity.
"I'm flipping off!" she cried. "I'm coming all the way, it's going, everything going-"
He felt more jism burn up from his balls, up his scrotum tubes into his prick to spurt volcanically into her.
She arched her ass off the bed, twanging against him, moaning anti gasping.
He gave her one more powerful shove, driving his last spurts into her.
Fluids dribbled down her ass, wetting his scrotum.
In a moment of clarity the fact that he had shot off in his daughter's cunt became real.
Despite the awful truth of that, it had been the most exciting fuck of his entire life.
He should hate her, and himself.
But as their bodies softened and he sagged on her still throbbing flesh, he knew that he had never really loved her before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At seven that evening, Kit was dressed and waiting for Myra.
Sonny was asleep, out cold. He had said his prick was worn down to a nubbin.
She smiled.
She would have it out with Myra, try to explain that while she had certainly enjoyed the lesbian experience she could not become further involved.
Myra was late. Kit went to the kitchen and made a gin and tonic, not that she needed the calming effect of booze but because she was so deliciously sated, so absolutely jellied inside, that the drink would augment her feeling of sensual contentment.