"Making Daddy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Jack)

Chapter 11

She was beside the chair before he even realized anyone was with him.

He turned his head and peered up at the blurred form.

"Francie?" It was a whispered hope, a slurred plea.

Robin didn't answer. She knelt by the deck chair and put her hand on his thigh. She felt the muscles twitch and she rubbed lightly, inching her way up toward his crotch. Her father put his hand to her head and pulled her close. Quite abruptly, he stopped, suddenly aware that she was not Francie.

"Fran-"

"It's all right, Daddy, it's me." Robin caressed the large mound of his trapped cock under the slacks.

Her father sucked in his breath sharply.

"Robin?" The need was there but the hesitation, too. He moved as though to get up from the chair, but her insistent hand at his genitals made him relax again. It felt so good, so goddamn good.

"I love you, Daddy." Robin squeezed the pulpy mound and felt the first signs of response under her hand. She smiled and laid her head close to her hand at his crotch. She had to have him, had to feel his love in a physical way. She opened her mouth and pressed her lips to his cock, mashing softly through the cloth and letting her hot breath sear at his hidden flesh.

"Robin-" He knew he should move, pull away. His body was coming alive, feeling the hard pressure that had begun to build while he waited for Francie and then was so abruptly denied when Francie ran away from him.

The longing had stayed; the pain had stayed. Now the desperate need was returning. He couldn't slide out from under the child's hand. His mind was blurred from the liquor, his senses sharpened. He felt the pressure of her hand then her lips on his cock and balls, felt the heat of her breathing on him. It flamed his desire, and he felt the answering twitch of his prick. He was getting hard.

"Robin, I-" He couldn't find words to say what he felt. Nor could he move away from her. In his daze, he realized that he wanted her. The tempting touch he'd had of her flesh this morning had left him dazed and shaken. He hadn't been able to rid himself of the lust he felt for her. His mind had denied it but his body held it. Now she was here… and she was making it clear that she wanted him… God! How could he refuse?!

Yet he sat paralyzed by his own conscience. He couldn't take her, not his own child…

Robin's fingers found the metal clasp of the zipper and began to work it down. Stan's breath came faster, searing his lungs and throat. Her hand went into the fly and felt at his shorts for the second opening.

Then she was touching his flesh. The heat of her hand was a fire that ignited him. His cock sprang to life, growing tumid and trying to force its head through the noose of foreskin. Her fingers were tiny and light, yet her grip was coiled steel. She began to move her fist up and down on the solid shaft of sexy flesh. Stan gasped and leaned his head back against the deck chair. My god, he was coming alive at her touch!

His need pounded in his guts and spread like molten lava to his balls.

The pressure swelled and his cock, swollen and hard now, filled her hand. The head popped from the sheath of skin and surged upward. Her smooth young palm found it, and she moved her head closer as though peering at it in the dim light on the boat.

Robin held her breath as she unzipped her father's slacks and wormed her hand into the fly and under his shorts. He was so warm, his flesh seemed to burn against her hand, teasing her fingers and making her quiver inside. Her mouth was very dry, and she kept running her tongue over her lips. Then she was holding it, the glorious hardening column of maleness. She squeezed and began to move her hand up and down on the shaft. It grew harder and fuller with each stroke.

She could smell the heady male aroma of his body and she leaned closer to it. Then her mouth was open and the tip of the swollen cock touched her lips. She shuddered and pressed her face to it, mouth open wide and eager for the first taste of the tempting tool. The sensations that assailed her were overwhelming. The smooth skin of the cockhead brushed her lips like a silken caress. The hot drop of preseminal fluid that had already collected at the slit scalded her tongue. The incredible, warm fullness of the organ filled her mouth as she pressed forward and took it quickly.

Stan gasped. "Aagghhh!"

She was sucking him. Her lovely young mouth, a virgin mouth, thrilled him and excited him more each instant. She was lapping her tongue over the smooth, throbbing head of the organ, knowing instinctively what pleased him most, pressing hard with her lips to force the foreskin back as far as it would go, then rubbing the wetness and heat of her oral organ under the ridge of thick flesh.

"Ooohh, baby!!" Stan could not sit still in the chair. His body was alive with passionate need and he wanted to feel her, feel the smooth young naked flesh. He groped for her shoulders, slid his hands down to the undeveloped tits beneath the thin nightgown. A tremor ran through him and his breath came very fast.

"Baby, baby…" He pulled at the cloth and got his hands under it. He was on her naked tits now. He felt the tiny buds of the nipples on the almost flat plane of her chest. They were like two tiny fires burning at his palms. He cupped the soft cover of her flesh, trying to mound the tits under his palms. She whimpered and urged her body closer to his touch, liking it and wanting more. He could feel the hot trembling need of her child's body.

Robin could hardly breathe. Her mouth was full of her father's prick and it drove far back in her throat with each thrust she made on it. It filled her, excited her, made her body shiver with need. Now his hands were hot on her breasts, feeling the pips of the nipples and making them turgid by squeezing and cupping her minute mounds of child flesh.

She lapped furiously at his cock to tell him she liked it. He squeezed his answer back at her tits.

She felt the hard need in his organ and knew that she had aroused him as thoroughly as he had aroused her. Now she wanted the final thrill of intercourse. She wiggled her ass and tried to climb on him without letting go of his cock. He laughed softly and lifted her head from his crotch.

"Baby… here… let's get down on the blanket…" He lifted her from her knees and laid her gently on the beach blanket that was spread on the boat deck. His hands were gentle and caressing. His voice was a thick whisper. "Take off the nightgown, baby…" He was already pulling off his sport shirt and dragging his slacks over his hips and thighs. He tossed the clothes down and came to her.

His flesh gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Robin felt as though a heavy weight were on her chest. Her breath was a fireball, caught somewhere under her ribs. Her father's hands moved over her tits, down her smooth, flat belly… to the hairless pubic mound.

"Baby… oh, my god… smoooth… lovely…" He kissed her lips lightly, then kissed the same trail his hands had taken-her nipples, which were now hard stones on the tiny rounded mounds of preadolescent flesh-her smooth child-belly, where his tongue found the concave of her navel-to the delectable hill of her crotch, where no hair interfered with his appreciation of the heady youthful flavor of the child…

His tongue speared out again and he took her leg with his hand and pulled it aside. The V was open to him now, and in the moonlight it resembled a shadowed haven for his lusting, thirsting mouth… a fountain for his overheated tongue… He probed the dark place with his tongue. The child moaned softly and her torso trembled violently.

Her virgin cunt was responding with ageless knowledge of woman.

Stan felt the first hot, wet touch of her labia and his own need boiled in his belly. God, she was sweet and delicious! His tongue moved over the silky wet folds of erotic flesh, searching for and finding the untested and untried button which was her clitoris. Robin's entire body trembled now and she made passionate tiny sounds in her throat, whimpering sounds of desire and need. He forced his tongue into her cunt and felt the hard tissue of her hymen. A jolt of fire shot through him at the thought of breaking it with his cock. A throbbing pain coursed through his belly.

Robin felt the tongue touch her tissues and it was a spear of fire. Her whole belly ached and tingled with excitement and need. She had never felt anything like this before. Having him touch her was far more satisfying and exciting than watching him touch someone else. This time, she knew he was going to go all the way. Nothing would deter him from having her now. She could feel the hard pressure of his swollen, throbbing cock against her leg, and she felt the trail of hot fluid that oozed from his prick and dribbled onto her flesh. Her hips twitched and her hands groped for him.

He let go of her then and almost in slow motion climbed over her. He leaned close, breathing his whiskey-laden breath on her face. He smiled, and she saw the gleam of his even white teeth in dim light.

"Pull your knees up a little, baby."

She did and he was between them, bent over her body and crooning endearing words softly as he grabbed his cock and brought it toward the sweet promise of her cunt.

"Easy, baby… yes, ooooohhh, god!"

His hot, throbbing flesh touched her labia. Robin whimpered and held her breath. It was so hot, so smooth and silky yet so hard. He pushed and it parted the thick wet lips of her vulva. Fire on fire… she whimpered again.

"Darling… I'll be careful… I don't want to hurt you… easy…"

He pushed. The hot virgin folds caught his prick like a clamp and drew it into the fire. The tip touched the hard shield of her hymen.

She held her breath. He bent and kissed her mouth, gently at first, then with fire as his body pounded need into the cock and tortured his guts. He pushed his tongue into her mouth to keep her from crying out, and at the same time he shoved hard with his thick ramrod of flesh and broke through her virgin tissue. She cried softly into the kiss, her sounds muted by the lashing of his tongue at hers. He was in her now, and the tight cunt was gripping his cock with a wild fury that seemed to belie her virginity. Her body quivered and his cock throbbed. He began to fuck her, slowly at first, taking care not to hurt her tiny vaginal opening, but with increased passion and lust as his body was caught in the fire of hers. He was fucking her virgin cunt, fucking her for the first time, fucking the lust of her soul with his hot cock.

Robin felt the first hard pressure of his entry. When he began to kiss her, she didn't realize at first that it was a cover for his penetration, his ripping of her hymen, a shield for the pain that tore through her. But the pain was quickly over, bathed away by the hot fire of his entrance all the way into her pussy. She was on fire, her whole body. Her uterus was a hard hall of white-hot steel. Her cunt was a firepit of molten lava. She had known it would be good, but the actuality of it left her breathless and whimpering with delight. He let go of her lips then and began to move his cock in and out of her. He was fucking her!

She clung to his flailing body, gripped him with hands and knees. It felt as if she were being torn in two by each thrust he made into her, but there was no more pain. Instead, the sheer ecstasy of his body in hers was pure pleasure.

"Ooohhhhh…!" She tried to talk but she was beyond words. Nothing could describe the delight of that moment. Something new and even greater was about to happen now. She felt her body tense for it, felt his cock swell inside her cunt and threaten to explode…

"God!! I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come… oooohhhh, yeesss, here it commesss!!"

His explosion set off the time bomb in her virgin belly. Her female organs found the key to her passion, exploded with him. As his hot load of semen ejaculated into the tiny cunt, her body exploded with her first orgasm. It was wild and hot and hard, filling her and making her shake as though she were being tossed over a firepit. Huge waves of hot delight radiated through her young body, set off by the hot liquid that spurted from his cock and filled her cunt. His prick slapped into her, sloshing in the double wetness of her cunt juice and his load. Their bodies came together with wet, smacking sounds that seemed to be an echo of the throbbing lust that filled them. Robin could feel the soft, gentle smack of his balls against her ass, and that, too, excited and thrilled her. She was dripping with sweat, filled with delight.

After a very long time, her father slowed his hard-hitting motions and came to rest. He propped his weight on his arms along her sides. He was breathing very hard and she could see the sweat glisten on his body and face.

She smiled up at him. "Oh, Daddy, that was so goood, mmm, soooo goooddd!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down so she could kiss him.

His breath rasped harshly in his throat. After a few seconds, he pushed himself up and pulled his deflated penis from her sopping-wet cunt. He sat beside her on the blanket, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He couldn't look at her. God! What had he done? He'd fucked his own child! And she was a child-not even into her adolescent years yet! He tried to find shame in what he had done, but his body was filled only with the pleasure of having had her. He had not come like that for a very long time-if ever! It had been a very special experience-better than Nina, better than Francie, better than any woman he had ever known. He chewed at his lip. A kid, his own kid, a baby. Baby cunt. And he had loved every fucking second of it. It wasn't just the drinks; he knew that now. He had wanted her so damned bad this morning when he woke up and found her in his bed. God, it hadn't gone away all day. He wanted her when he went to meet Francie. He wanted her when he tried to drown his need with booze. And he wanted her when she crept to him in the darkness on this boat. He wanted her and he took her, and he was not ashamed.

Very slowly, he got to his feet and pulled her up. He put his arm around her and wordlessly led her to the shallow-water end of the boat and helped her down into the water. She stood very still while he wiped at her body with his hands under the surface, splashing the cooling, cleansing water over her tits and belly, then using his hand to scrub the thick, swollen labia with cool, refreshing water. He put his fingers into her cunt and washed her out the best he could. He couldn't help wondering if he'd made her bleed when he broke her hymen. When he was done, he lifted her to the boat and wrapped the beach towel around her thin body and dried and warmed her. Then he helped her pull the thin nightgown over her head and shoulders. He kissed her lightly.

"Go to bed now, baby… I love you." He gave her a gentle push toward the cabin.

He sat for a long time before he dried himself and put on his clothes.