up his mind to fuck his daughter he had known that he would do it sooner or later, but he had never actually thought that she would do it of her own free will, without any prompting at all from Daddy. But now the blonde child was telling him that she was ready, willing and able to give her father complete sexual satisfaction!
Daphne felt her breath coming in short, excited gasps as her father suddenly stood with her in his arms. She hugged him happily. Suddenly she was grabbing at the top of his trousers, trying to get a look at what he had in there. Hopefully, it was a good-sized prick.
In the corner of the room was a well-stuffed couch that also served as a day bed. Hamilton was picking up his daughter now and carrying her over to the thing and opened it up so that it would be of service to them both. He sat on the day bed with his young daughter cuddled softly against himself. He laid her across the bed and looked at her with genuine adoration in his fatherly eyes.
'I never knew a girl could be so pretty,' he smiled. Daphne was lying silently awaiting him, watching the approval that sparkled into life on his face. Her daddy's eyes roved over her tits and then down along the curve of her hips and thighs and then to her long, lithe legs. He moved his gaze back upwards, pausing once more at her tits, then meeting the question in her eyes.
'You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,' he told her softly. 'You're unbelievable! This is actually my own little Daphne lying here. I'm amazed. You're maturing into such a lovely young woman, and I love you very much.'
He stood beside the bed and swiftly removed his trousers. Daphne stared at the sway of his cock as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over a chair. He stepped out of his shoes and socks, then a moment later he dropped his shorts and stood solemnly facing her, naked and unashamed.
She knelt before him submissively, taking his huge strong organ into her tiny hands. And then she began to mouth the tiling. She could feel the throbbing hot pecker as it ran into her mouth. She let the gigantic organ slide deeper and deeper until she was forced to resist its bigness. And then she decided that she wanted to take this man inside her pussy. She wanted to ball this guy, not just suck him off. Because Daphne was having sex with her father, and her father was after all someone very special to her. And she knew that pussy-fucking was a much more special, much more intimate way to say 'I love you' than ordinary French-fucking could ever hope to be.
'I want you to fuck me, Daddy,' the blonde, girl told him, and Hamilton could, tell by the way she said the words that she genuinely meant them, 'I want you to stick your dick into me and make me cream all over the place, I want you to fuck me. Daddy.'
Like any good father, Hamilton Burns believed in giving his daughter whatever she wanted. And if she wanted him to fuck her, well, then okay! A second later little Daphne was squealing in delight as he pushed his hard cock up against her frothing pussy. He teased her cunt gently with his fingers and the tip of his organ until he was absolutely certain that her hole was juicy enough to be able to take his organ easily. Because he wanted this to be a gentle fuck, an easy fuck. He wanted his young daughter to experience pleasure at his hands, not pain.
'Mmmm,' Daphne whispered ecstatically as his father took her gently by her plump buttocks and lifted her, draping her long shapely legs over his shoulders. His cock had a perfect target, practically a bulls-eye in fact. Then he slowly began to move the big shuddering knob towards the entrance of her softly trembling cunt. 'What a beautiful pussy you are,' he crooned to her lovingly. 'You're my little girl, Daphne, forever and ever and ever you'll always be Daddy's little girl.'
And as he spoke he was putting his penis into her. Her pussy was stretched by the size of his cock. She felt the walls of her cunt beginning to suck happily at the delicious new intruder. She rolled in rapture on the day bed as he thrust his glistening man-meat deeper and deeper into her. She clung to him and shook with increasing frenzy as he began to pump in slow, deep pistonlike motions of the cock.
'Yes, yes!' she screamed, ecstatic beyond belief. 'That's what I want! Do it to me, Daddy, fuck me good!' He pumped his cock. He twisted his cock into her, literally screwing her. He made small circular motions with the well-trained tip of his mammoth prick that seemed to increase her soaring delirium.
Daphne closed her eyes and lay back, feeling his bigness within herself. She pulsated and quivered from the rapid spread of nerve-tingling sparks that seemed to literally shoot through her cunt and then on down her legs. Her tits seemed to burn. Her cunt seemed to ache. And her whole body throbbed with desire, crying out to be filled with the veritable flaming lava of his sticky hot come-sauce.
She began to pound up and down like some sort of a sexual jackhammer, reverberating with ever- increasing fervor. Up and down, up and down the greasy phallus went. The little girl shook wildly, ecstatically. Before she knew what was happening, she could feel an orgasm taking possession of her body. She throbbed and thrashed on the bed, pinned beneath her father and helpless to resist the onslaught of his cock. She was creaming, she was coming, she was having an orgasm!
She lay back, moaning softly at the thought of the experience. Oh, God, that had been good. She'd been to bed with dozens of boys, and they'd all been good, but none of them had ever been nearly as good as her own father. He was older, he'd been around longer, and that meant that he knew more ways of turning on a chick.
And the fact that he was her father, and not just any old guy, had significance for her as well. It meant that there was that added touch of intimacy in it, that little extra bit of feeling and sensual tenderness.
Daphne, had come to what was indeed the moment of truth in her sex life. She was fully aware now that sex with her father was infinitely more enjoyable, thoroughly more rewarding than sex with a bunch of rowdy, dirty teenage boys. She silently resolved to herself that from this moment on she would have sex with no man but her father… and that she would have sex with him as often as possible! She told him this, and he seemed to be very pleased to hear her saying it.
Hamilton Burns kissed his daughter softly. 'Yes, darling,' he told her, 'thanks to my wonderful secretary I've come to realize that you and your sister Tricia are really ready for some nice grown-up sex. But I want you and your sister both to promise me that you'll never go to bed with anybody but me from now on. Because I love you both very much, Daphne, and I want to have you both all to myself!'
'I promise, Daddy,' the little girl whispered, and she genuinely meant it. It was a promise that she would be very happy to keep, for it seemed to Daphne as though a lifetime of fucking and sucking with her big strong father would be the best of all possible worlds. 'I promise,' she repeated solemnly.
'I'm glad to hear it,' he replied, and gave her soft rump an affectionate swat. 'Now take your cloches and get upstairs and go to bed. You're a growing girl, and you've got to get plenty of sleep if you want to grow up big and strong. Good night, Daphne.'
Daphne giggled, feeling three or four years younger than she actually was. She felt as though she were closer to her father now than she had ever been before, and she wanted that closeness to go on and on forever!
She got out of the bed obediently and began to scoop her clothing up off the floor where she'd put it. She had to bend over to pick them up, when she did so she was offering her father a magnificent view of her delightfully well-rounded ass. He swatted it again for luck and then sank back onto the bed. 'Oh, and one thing more, Daphne,' he called out in a lordly manner as his young daughter began to leave the room.
She turned back, and there was adoration in her eyes again. 'Yes, Daddy?' she whispered breathlessly. 'What is it?'
He grinned at her. 'Before you go ups unlatch the bathroom door and send your sister to me. It's going to be her turn next!'
For a second Daphne hesitated. She didn't get off on the thought of sharing her father with big sister. Tricia was older than Daphne and better looking, and the little blonde girl was certain that in a sexual competition between the two of them she would have to come off second best to Tricia.
But she remembered her promise to her father, her promise to obey his every order unquestioningly. She blew him a kiss from across the room, whispered a final affectionate good-night, and then turned to go. A moment later she was gone.
Hamilton Burns sank back onto the softness of the day bed and closed his eyes. This was good. This was fucking damn good, he thought to himself. He felt better than he'd felt in years, possibly batter than he'd ever felt before in his life. It seemed to him now as though having sex with his daughters was the one true happiness that he had been searching for all his life, and that he had never found up until now.
