Finally Sean pulled from his daughter. Holding her about the waist, he leaned his upper torso from hers, looking down into her eyes. She stared back at him, and he could see the questioning expression in her face. "Time to go to bed, baby," he said huskily.
Pamie dropped her hands from his waist and turned reluctantly toward the hallway. At the door, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him, an expectant look on her face. She saw him turn from her and go to the bar once more. Sighing, Pamie went to her bedroom. There, she removed her new gown with care, draping it over a chair for the night. The tiny panties fell to the floor, discarded by the trembling girl. She pulled a nylon gown from her dresser and slipped it over her head. The gown was sheer, and fell to the bottom of her sensuous hips. Flicking off her night lamp, Pamie crawled into her bed, pulling the sheet over her. She stared up at the dim shadows on the ceiling, sighing for something she knew was wrong.
For a long time she lay there, eyes wide open and sleep eluding her as the thoughts flowed in her mind. She knew what was wrong, but she dared not put it in voice. Her naked buttocks writhed on the bed, and she found she wanted something more than any of her boyfriends had ever been permitted to do. Her nipples swelled and brushed across the nylon fabric of her short gown harshly. She could feel her vagina pulsating and becoming moist with desire, and the more the lewd thoughts flamed inside her brain, the more she squirmed her buttocks against the bed sheets. Oh God, her mind moaned. I can't… not that! It's wrong… so wrong…
Pamie did not know how long she lay there before she heard the noise. It wasn't a loud sound – hardly a whisper. She turned to face her bedroom door and peered into the dimness, her eyes widening a little as the tall form took shape as the door opened. Without a word of greeting – or explanation, Sean moved into his daughter's room. The man stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at the sheet outlining the lithe form of his daughter.
She felt the bed sag as his body sat down next to her. She started trembling when he leaned down, his face close to hers. Her breasts rose and fell with anticipation, and as his lips pressed down against the moist petals she puckered for him, a tremendous tremor shocked her. Knowing what he wanted – why he was there in her room – Pamie's arms lifted of their own volition to wrap around his neck. Hugging him tightly, she returned the kiss. She was not surprised to feel his wet tongue lick along her lips, then pressure into her mouth. She began to suck on the oral appendage, playfully teasing it with her own tongue as the kiss became more intense.
"D-da… Daddy…" she whimpered.
"Shhhh, baby," Sean caressed the auburn hair fanned out around her head. "It's all right… everything's going to be all right…"
Pamie closed her eyes, waiting, ready…
Sean quickly stripped his pajamas away and lay down next to her. He cupped a swiftly heaving breast in one hand, gently rolling the nipple about in his warm palm. Pamie sighed and lay still. Sean was now kissing the smooth cheek of her face, tenderly licking at the delicate flesh; her eyes, her nose, her lips and chin. He sucked gently at her neck as his hand moved from one firm, swelling breast to the other, tweaking the erect and throbbing nipples with forefinger and thumb. As his hands moved about her body, Pamie felt her father press against her hip and thigh. She knew he was again erect because she could easily feel the heat and pulsations coming from the immense organ jutting from between his thighs. The closeness thrilled her, caused her body to flare with heat.
Sean moved his hand down the flat plane of her stomach, feeling the small muscles quiver beneath the nylon gown. Lower… lower… and then – and then she caught her breath as his fingers lay lightly on her pubic mound. Wanting to move – to respond to the gentle pressure he was now applying to her mound, she was afraid to do anything that would stop this incestuous caress.
She could hear his breathing coming in short, quick gasps as he caressed her, his fingers moving delicately over the slightly rounded hump of her genitals. With feminine intuition, Pamie knew that no matter what she did now, nothing would stop her father… unless it was outright refusal, and then she wasn't very sure that would work. His incessant lips were still tracing a hungry line about her shell-like ear, and she was shivering now as the sensation of passion flowed like boiling lava throughout her body. Pamie began to squirm beneath his hand, her tight buttocks moving in small circular motions on the bed. She was half moaning, half sighing as his fingers slipped up and, down the sensitive lips of her vagina. Then she felt his fingers lifting the gown, raising it above the fringe of pubic hair. The warm contact of his forefinger against the naked flesh of her vaginal lips sent an electrical impulse to her brain. It was as if a master switch had been thrown, setting into motion all her sensual being.
"Ooooohhhh… ooooohhhh…" she moaned, writhing her hips under his feeling fingers. She twisted sideways toward him, her arms going about his neck as she pulled her body tightly against him, molding her smaller frame to his larger one. Her pelvis pressed hard against the thick, rock-hard organ that swelled up toward his stomach. "Daddy… Oh, God, Daddy! Daddy… Daddy…"
"Hush, baby," he whispered hoarsely, his hand moving over her hip, lifting the gown further until it was bunched at her waist. "Don't talk. Don't say anything…"
"Aaaahhh…" she sighed as his hand slid over the swell of one luscious buttock, then pulling her groin tighter yet against his throbbing member. He cupped the delicious swell of her naked bottom and moved his palm up and down it, feeling the heated tremors as she shook in sensuous delight.
"Such a beautiful bottom," he whispered, his fingers tracing up and down the deep crevice from top to bottom. "Such a beautiful ass… so smooth… so lovely… so round…"
"Ooohhh, Daddy…"
"Shhhh, baby. Lie still. Let me…"
"Yes… Oh, God, yes!" she murmured, unable to obey him. She writhed against his body, her hot breath fanning his neck as she buried her face into his chest.
For a long time he caressed Pamie's bottom, feeling first one cheek then the other, tracing his fingers up and down the crack… even digging deeply into it to probe tenderly at the puckered opening of her anus. Pamie assisted him by lifting one slim thigh and placing it over his hip. Now she was fully exposed to his exploring digits, and Sean worked his fingers below her bottom and tugged gently at the tufts of hair he found framing her moist vaginal lips. Pamie was working her pelvis back and forth slowly, now and then jerking her hips in tiny gyrations of growing lust.
"Oh!" she said quickly, feeling one of his fingers slip between the moist lips of her vagina. "Oh! It… hurts, Daddy!"
Sean quickly removed his finger and pulled from her. He stared down at her face, the dim light casting shadows over her loveliness. Pamie stared back at him with wide, wondering eyes. "Baby," he said in surprise. "I didn't know… I thought…"
"It doesn't matter, Daddy," she whispered up at him.
"But it does, baby," he insisted. "It does! I'm sorry I didn't know you were still… a virgin!"
Pamie began to sob softly now, ashamed of her virginal state. She wanted so much to please her father, and now… now he was hurt by what? A thin membrane that meant nothing at all to her. "It's all right, Daddy!" She whimpered against his chest. "Please don't be mad at me."