upward thrusting prick, and it spread through my body like fire. His hands worked my tits, kneading them like dough. My hips pumped faster and faster; so did his. I could feel my cunt convulsing around his rod.
Throwing myself forward and locking my mouth to his, my tongue forcing its way between his lips, I pinned his head back against the pillow and frantically began to pump my hips up and down. His hands found the cheeks of my ass. While they guided the up and down movement of my cunt, and his hips pumped beneath me with a matching speed, bringing me closer and closer to the moment of coming, his mouth sucked steadily at the tongue I offered. Fireworks flashed before my eyes.
I began to come in a series of delectable little explosions inside my pussy that seemed to last an eternity, ending only when I had felt and taken into my cunt the great hot gush of come that finally erupted from him. Finally, reluctantly, I rolled away and lay beside him, sweating, my breasts touching his side, my hand on his cock.
'It was the best I've ever had — absolutely the best,' I said, and he said nothing. I kissed his neck. 'Was I good for you?' I asked. He looked at me for a long time, then said, 'You'd better go to your room, Brenda.'
We spent a couple of weeks feeling guilty. He avoided me, seldom spoke. I was bothered for a while by what we had done, but not for long. The longer I thought about it, the… well, the more right it seemed.
The second time around was no accident, not by any means. I thought about it. I planned it. And, when it happened, I loved it.
And so did he.
I went to him that night dressed in the sexiest thing I owned, a sheer black nightie that ended less than three inches below my cunt and was so transparent that it might as well have been a cloud of smoke. I was naked beneath it. My nipples, hard and swollen in anticipation, were clearly visible. So was the triangular patch of hair around my cunt. I could feel and hear the tiny crackle of static electricity set up by the nylon moving against my naked body as I walked from my room to his. A light shone from beneath his door.
He sat up on the bed and dropped the book he had been reading when I came into the room. I deliberately rolled my hips as I walked toward him. His eyes were locked on the juncture of my thighs. His lips were trembling. Heat seemed to reach out from his eyes, through my nightie, and into my cunt that was already screaming with need for him. His arms went around my waist.
'Oh, God, Dolly, I need you. I hate myself for it, but I need you,' he whimpered, pulling me close to the bed and pressing his face against my belly. As he began kissing me through the thin material, I felt his hands move to the backs of my legs and begin working their way up my thighs. They went beneath my gown. I felt my knees turn to jelly as his big hands found the cheeks of my ass. He rolled off the bed, into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.
'Put one foot up on the bed,' he said, using one hand to guide me and kissing the inside of my thigh when I followed his instructions. I had already realized he was going to eat my cunt. I put my hands on his shoulders to give myself balance. He said, 'Dolly… Dolly Dimples… with dimples beside her cunt,' and then he kissed me once on each thigh, so delightfully close to the lips of my pussy that. I felt sure I would faint. Then he kissed the pussy itself.
One boy had gone down on my cunt, in the back seat of a car, but it had been a clumsy attempt and was nothing compared to that first gentle touch of my father's lips to my cunt. Gentle is the best way to describe it, yet it sent violent waves of desire through my body. He kissed me again. Then again. In my cunt. My feverish, feverish cunt.
The way I was standing, with my legs spread wide and one foot on the bed, my knee lifted and bent was awkward but it was also the perfect position for what he was doing. My upraised leg had caused the nightie to slither above my pussy, with some help from his hands, and my gash was spread so wide that his kisses touched spots that might otherwise have been hidden. My hips swung easily forward to meet his caresses. My nails dug into his bare shoulders. His breath burnt the naked flesh of my inner thighs. I closed my eyes.
As my cunt was suddenly set ablaze by a prick-like darting of his tongue, a darting that touched my outer cunt-lips roughly but gently then moved across my clitoris, I cried out in passion and wiggled my pelvis against his face. His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of my ass. His mouth made a sucking noise, and I felt my clit being drawn between his lips. He sucked steadily on the pulsing little button, spat it out, gave it another prolonged sucking. My hands had found his ears. I held him tight against my cunt. My hips churned. And still his lips and tongue tortured my clitoris. Sucking and licking. Drawing my soul out through the slit of my pussy. I felt I couldn't hold out for long.
I came into his mouth with a scream of release. And came again, and kept coming until I could actually feel the wet juices streaming down my thighs in warm rivulets. I fell backward, onto the bed, my legs spread wide, my tits heaving beneath my gown, my voice pleading for his cock.
He slipped quickly out of his shorts — the only thing he'd had on when I arrived and came at me like a madman. My legs were hanging over the side of the bed and, as I raised my ass to accept him, he threw my gown up over my tits, slipped one hand under my buttocks, and hooked his other arm under my upper thigh. He forced my knee upward until it was touching the naked sphere of my tit. I threw my arms around his neck as I felt the first plunge of his cock.
As his prick slid easily into my cunt that was already moistened by his licking and by the juice of my coming, he kissed me hard on the mouth. His face was sticky. I tasted a tang on his lips and tongue, and I remember thinking that it was the taste of my own cunt, the stickiness of my own come. Somehow, that thought was exciting.
Because of the way he had my leg bent, my ass lifted, and because of his weight upon me, I was barely able to shift my pelvis and match the stroking of his cock. And fast stroking it was. He drove his prick at me furiously, banging me so hard and so fast that I could occasionally feel the slap of his balls against the underside of my ass. The friction on my clitoris grew stronger, better. I sucked hard at his tongue, and soon I was coming again endlessly, it seemed.
With a heavy moan and a terrific, straining thrust of his cock, he spewed hotly inside my cunt. Then another gush, weaker. A spurt I could barely feel. He fell sweating across me, his softening cock against my leg. I spent the night in his arms.
He told me later that 'Dolly Dimples' had been a code word between him and my mother, the joking way he would let her know he was going to go down on her, and that he began calling her that because of the dimples she'd had on her inner thighs — where he had kissed me. When he told me that, I knew that the two of us had started what was going to be a permanent affair.
We were discreet about it, of course. Although I spent most nights in his room, I was always in my own bed when morning came. That was because of Terri — and only because of her. With that single exception, I totally assumed the place of my mother. I was a wife to my father in everything but name.
But kids have big eyes. I don't know exactly when Terri caught on to the fact that we were screwing one another, but it was probably about the time she reached thirteen. She was almost a woman at that age.
Her breasts were swelling into rounded little peaks, her hips were beginning to flare outward, and already the boys were after her like dogs in heat, and I was pretty sure she was turning more than one of them on to a little of her cunt. Finally, when she began staying out later and later at night, I decided to have a talk with her. I asked her where she went at night.
'Out fucking,' she said in a defiant tone that was almost comical coming from a girl so young. Then she added the words that stunned me completely. 'Just because you get your cock at home doesn't mean we all can!'
She was headed for a fall, and I knew it. Easy pussy is always headed in that direction. That started me thinking.
I thought about the good years I'd had with Daddy; all the nights of fucking and sucking until we were exhausted. The things he'd taught me; the way he'd put me back on the pill so I wouldn't get pregnant. And had begun thinking about my future. There was a job I had been offered in New York through a friend of Daddy's, and it was far better than I could hope to do in our hick town. I'd turned it down because of Dad; I didn't want him to be alone.
And I thought about Terri getting pregnant by some tomcat of a boy, maybe in some gang shag, where she would never even know which one did it. And I thought of how she would have it with Daddy. I pictured them together, arousing myself, I admit, and I made my decision.
