She had done his steak right seared in a hot pan, still bloody inside. A bottle of cold beer waited beside his plate.
He said, 'You know how to make a man feel wanted, Kit.'
'Not wanted, Bill. Needed.'
He saw a darkness in her eyes. Her troubles again. But let that wait. While eating he studied her, the depth of her bosom and the grace of her rounded arms and slender hands, the sweet openness of her smile. She was one hell of a lot of woman, he thought.
When he had finished the steak he rose and rounded the table, stepped behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
He said, 'Kit, there's only one place to tell me your troubles. In bed.'
She gasped. 'Bill!'
'Kit, I've been crazy about you for years.
'I'm terribly fond of you, too. But Bill-'
'I'm out of debt now. I can begin planning a new life. Look, I'm no talker. I go by feel. I always have. The feel of a baseball bat in my hands, or flowers. In bed I'll know if we love each other. If we do, your problems will disappear.'
She hesitated for some minutes. Then she whispered, 'I trust you, Bill.'
She rose from the table and let him lead her to her bedroom.
There he peeled off her halter. Pink-capped breasts spilled free, milky orbs more luscious than he had ever imagined. He unfastened the waist of her shorts and dropped them. See-through panties compressed the broad auburn bush masking her split. His gaze traced her curves.
He loved his daughter, but Kit was a woman.
She was blushing, her gaze downcast, but smiling with pleasure as her hands closed on the waistband of his shorts. She unsnapped, zipped down, and fingered his half-hard dark cock out to the palm of her hand.
She watched it grow up her wrist, a dark cylinder against her pink flesh. Her fingertips nudged his scrotum, her hand forming a trough in which the cock bulged and hardened and snaked its way up her arm. It gave a throb and lifted clear, the head flaring like a cobra's hood.
She murmured, 'It's a beautiful cock, Bill.'
He chuckled. 'The fucker is still growing, Kit.'
'You mean it gets bigger than this?'
'Not ordinarily. But Mrs. Pretty Tits has a silky touch that would make a pickle grow to a cucumber.'
Kit giggled. 'You sweetheart.' Her fingers now spiraled softly about the still expanding member.
He loved her giggle, always had, and the way her lush lower lip flattened when she smiled. He liked the way she stood, unashamedly displaying her breasts. They were heavy enough to have a slight hang td them. He cupped his hands underneath, thrilling to their heat and firmness. He would like to place his cock between them and press them in on it, fuck that way. But all things would come in due time and now he was content to explore the satiny flesh and let her toy with his long cock.
She fingered the enormous knob of the head, saying, 'That's too big to shove into any woman, Bill.'
'Keep up the flattery. A grizzled old bastard like me never hears much of it.'
'I really think my hole is too small.'
'You poor frightened little virgin!'
She giggled. 'Maybe we'd better call the whole thing off; Bill.'
'But it might be worth trying.'
'I thought you'd never ask!' She turned from him, whipping down her panties. He eyed the white globes of her ass and his cock gave a tremendous jerk. He kicked away his shorts as Kit dropped on the bed and without preliminaries he climbed on, grabbed her knees, shoved them back and apart, mounted her, aiming his overgrown cock at the glistening pink split, a narrow-appearing gash in the reddish tangle of her cunt hair. Not touching it, he simply aimed and stabbed and plunged his knob into the seething portals of her cunt.
'Bill!' she cried.
He jogged, wetting the end, then sank down on her flesh, his cock squirmed into the hottest little cunt he had ever experienced. Her legs closed about him, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. He felt a convulsive cunt grab, like a hand clenching his prick. It began racing. God, he thought, she's coming already! He hipped, sweeping it in and out of her sucking cunt.
'Bill. Bill! I'm coming!'
He rode the billows of her body, her writhing belly and tossing tits, and whacked her hard enough that his balls splatted against her upturned ass. She arched up, jerking, then sighed as though punctured, and collapsed.
He saw her face burn as she struggled through orgasm. Her eyes scrunched shut, her teeth gritted. Then she broke free of it, moaning softly. Her face turned away.
She gasped, 'Bill, I'm an awfully hot cunt. I hope you don't mind. I mean, I really shouldn't come the minute you stick it into me but I can't help it. It's not very-lady-like, is it?'
'Oh, fuck being lady-like. I want a broad that every guy in town can see is a hot piece of ass, but knows he can't have. Honey, I intend to keep you bowlegged from fucking, your cunt drooling all day long and full of cock all night.'
She laughed. 'You speak with such delicacy, Bill.'
'You'll have to teach me to be more refined.'
'I will, starting now. Fuck me hard, Bill! Shove that beautiful big cock into my cunt like there's no tomorrow!'
He kissed her and then roared into high gear. Joyfully, magnificently sure of himself and of her, he began banging into her hole. Kit bowed her back, reaching for his ass. Clutching it, her thighs vising his waist, her heels digging into his spine, she hurtled up to meet each thrust. Her cunt gulped at his slippery prick. A violent seizure told him she had come again but this did not even slow the action.
His balls thumped her asshole and his cock, a ball bat of concrete, extended her sucking cavern all the way, it seemed, to her throat.
When at last his nuts exploded and shot pints of jism through his cock, Kit was shrieking.
'Come, Bill, oh; shoot it into me, honey!'
He blasted his sperm up her hole, backed, lunged again, spurting like a wildman. The great viscous gobs filled her cunt and spilled down her ass to wet the scrotum from which they had originated.
He emptied himself in her and Kit sagged, arms and legs falling from him.
'Bill, I'm exhausted,' she choked.
He laughed. 'Hell, Kit. I've only begun to fuck.'
Next door, Lily and Sonny had finished dinner and were in the living room trying to watch the TV, but too preoccupied with their parents' doings to see more than flickering shadows.
Finally Lily could no longer stand the suspense. She said, 'I think you had better go over and sneak a look.'
He needed no urging. He sprang up and raced out the back way.
Lily had, to a degree, gotten over her anger at her father's rejecting her, though her shortened dress remained to jog her memory of that awful moment. Oh, she knew her father should have a woman but- Sonny hurtled back into the living room, wide-eyed.
He cried, 'I could hear the bedsprings from the kitchen! Like they're smashing the bed apart. I sneaked into the hall and heard them talking, well, not talking. More like loud noises.'
Lily eyed him, his sleek torso and the ridge in his shorts. She decided instantly. She lunged out of her chair and strode to her room.
There she whipped off her pretty lace panties. In the mirror she saw that her skirt hem concealed her twat lips because the hairs were wet and mashed up flat. She lifted the dress an inch, trusting it to hang on her hips, and returned to the living room wiggling and swaying in her dress no longer than a t-shirt but much more precisely shaped to display her shape.
Sonny gaped and his eyes bugged. She dropped down on the couch facing him, flipping up her skirt. He glanced once at her hairy cunt and flung his arms about her.
