Walter Ramsden
Doris and Dad

Chapter 1

Doris knew when her daddy, Orville Hagerman, walked into the house from the garage she was in for it-again. He hadn't said anything, just stared at her, his pale eyes expressionless and unblinking.

A strange nervousness, not fear exactly, shivered through her as she stood over the kitchen range, listening to the tall, sinewy man complaining in the shower. What could he find as an excuse to spank her today? She had done the washing and had supper on.

"I'm gonna tan your ass-bare again," she heard her father bellow after he had turned off the shower.

"Phil never gets it," Doris said with a trace of bitterness, referring to her brother who was fifteen, just two years older than she was. "He gets away with everything."

She tried to ignore her father as he seemed to skulk in the entryway between the kitchen and the dining room. Warily, she glanced toward him from the comer of her eye. Her heart bounded uncontrollably as she saw him standing there in nothing but his boxer shorts, tufts of coarse, red hair visible through the slit.

"I'm gonna blister your ass," he said in a tone as if he had been defied.

"I haven't done anything," Doris said defensively. "I got supper cooking." From the bulge in his shorts she knew, intuitively, he was all swollen up.

"Come on in the living room," her daddy said, pointing imperiously with a long, hairy arm.

"Supper," she said.

"Turn off the burners and get yourself in there," he said, stomping a bare foot, shivering the floor of the old house.

"Daddy?" she pleaded. "Where's Phil?" She definitely didn't want him there like he was the evening before, just watching with feverish eyes as their father swept her across his legs, tossed the tail of her dress up and switched her panties down from her buttocks. It wasn't that her brother could see anything except the cheeks of her bottom, but it had been humiliating, having him watch her get a spanking. Not that her father had really hurt her very much.

"Don't fret none about him," her father said, following her into the living room, pulling the drapes and sitting in the middle of the davenport. "Come here, Doris-girl," he said. And she detected a strangeness in his tone, a tautness.

"Please, Daddy?" she whined, resisting the least bit as he took her left wrist and flopped her across his bare legs.

A strange heat flowed through her as she lay there on his thighs, passively, as he hauled her panties to her ankles. She tensed expectantly, waiting for him to start applying his big, calloused hand.

But Orville Hagerman wasn't ready. He unbuttoned her dress from the neck to the flare of her young butt. "Get up a little," he ordered roughly. She struggled off his legs and her dress was tugged off over her head, mussing her long, blonde hair.

Then she was shoved back down on his hard-muscled legs, a mingling of hot and cold chills-flushes flooding through her body. "Daddy?" she wailed as he reached under her and seized a tittie that a fifteen-year old would be proud of.

His big hand was strangely gentle on her breast and so was the one caressing up and down her lithe back and rubbing the smooth buns of her butt. Then he began spanking her, not hard, but crisply enough for firm smackings of flesh against flesh.

"You're like your mother," he said. "I can see it coming in you. You're gonna be boy-man crazy and will be dropping your panties and heisting your dresstail and flopping on your back for all of em."

"Daaaaaaaaaadddddddy," Doris Hagerman sobbed, trying to tense her buttocks, but his fingers probed into the deep, tender crease between her silky hillocks.

"I'm gonna wail your ass 'til it's so tender you won't be able to sit on the table," Orville Hagerman growled, again laying on his hand, bringing a hot pinkness of her milking skin.

In spite of her feeling of humiliation and fright, a seething heat began to grow between her tense straight-stiffened legs.

There was a hot churning in her flat belly and she tried to squirm away. But her father held her steadfast and she could feel a lumpy hardness under her. Doris knew she should feel a loathing for this abuse, but there was a swirling excitement in her head. He wasn't really hurting her, physically.

"You got a cute little ass," her daddy muttered, again rubbing the feverish flesh with a hard hand.

She sobbed convulsively, tears flowing from her tightly pinched eye. Then he flopped her onto the floor, on her knees between his. She stared at him mistily, sniffing. She was about to snip at him defiantly, but no words would come as she watched' him pop the three snaps that held the waistband of his shorts together.

Her blue eyes widened in dismay as he fingered out a long, thick column of flesh, "Daaaaaddddy?" she whimpered as he hauled back the foreskin and she stared at the ominous bulb of blood-gorged, deep purple head of his cock.

"Your mom liked it and I can tell you'll like it," her daddy said, voice strangely deep and musical. She tried to quail away from him, but he seized her dainty wrists and drew her nerveless hands toward that grotesque length of hard prick.

"Please, don't." Doris whispered, flinching as the tips of her fingers touched the hot, pulsing male-meat. In spite of her youthful aversion, her fingers curled around the thick shaft. A shudder raked her body as her father cupped his hands over the hard gourds of her bosom and he rubbed his palms over the tiny points.

"You're hot stuff-like your ma," he said gruffly; and her fingers kneaded the hard, blood-ridged cock barrel. She wasn't exactly naive, just inexperienced. She knew where the huge thing her hands were beginning to stroke went-right between a girl's legs in the hole that she sensed was so intensely dry and burning.

Quickly, her tears dried and she stared intently at the monstrous prick in her hands as she slowly worked them up and down, pressing the thick skin over the huge head with the gloating, glaring single eye in the very tip.

Feels so funny, she reflected. So hot and firm and so rough-like, with the dark blue veins. A spell of dizziness of unreality assailed her, rather pleasantly.

"Just like your mom," her daddy said softly. "You jack me off just like your mother. She loved to play with my cock. Give it a little kiss."

Doris started, a chill dancing through heir. "NO, DADDY!" But she didn't resist as he tangled the fingers of one hand in her satiny blonde hair and pulled her head toward his red-thatched lap where he had that monstrous thing and those hairy balls,

"Kiss it; lick the head of my prick," her daddy stormed, tugging her hair.

Timidly, she extended the tip of her tongue, tasted the warm-sweet, tangy flavor of soap and flesh. "Uuuuuummmmm," the teenager sighed, kissing the very tip with daintily puckered lips.

Unmistakably, an exhilarating excitement flashed through her. And she didn't think the virginal hole between her lean legs dry any more. Just hot, extremely hot. And wet?

Her father had his hand at the nape of her neck, holding her firmly to him. She extended a bit more of her tongue and let it rove over the super-slickness of the dark knob. "Uuuummm?"

"Yeaaaah! Uuuummmmm," her dad moaned. "Suck it, little girl. Taste how good cock really is. Get your mouth on the knob of my prick.

In spite of herself, she licked her tongue over the head, curling it around the savoring hot, sweet, soapy, salty, flavor of male fuck-meat. She drew a deep breath, sighed and opened wide. As soon as she did, he applied a little pressure and the smooth-skinned head of his cock raked past her teeth and she had prick in her hot, moist mouth.

She gurgled something, half protest, half pleasure as she worked her tongue on her daddy's cock in her crowded mouth. She closed her lips around the thick-skinned shaft and sucked gently, experimentally.

When her father groaned more loudly. Doris paused. Then she began working her tongue again, growing bolder as she discovered she could make her father squirm by rasping her tongue on his tender organ. Alternately, she sucked his cock very harshly and demandingly, then she smooth-tongued it and began to bob her face over the extremely long tusk of flesh.

Doris obediently spread her thighs as her daddy searched her thinly haired crotch and his big toe nudged her tender, excited pussy lips. Dazedly, she wondered whether he would make her all the way, try to put his enormous penis in the narrow hole between her thighs.

Her left hand reached blindly as he began forcing her face up and down on his hot, vibrating shaft. Her fingers closed on the hard blob of crinkly skinned sac and she squeezed. Again, her father groaned. She sucked up saliva and a tasty oil as she began industriously mouth-fucking him. What she would learn when she was older was giving him a blow-job.

"Aaaaggggmmmmmmm," she gurgled, beginning to savor the delicious flavor of a man's cock. She slurped up the spit and his honey secretion.

Keenly, she could feel his toe in her tiny crease and the insides of her tiny pussy writhed almost painfully. She tried to clamp her thighs over herself, but all they did was close on his foot and increase the sense of agitation in her little wet rut.

The head of his cock was probing firmly at the curvature of her throat and an almost fanatical urgency gripped her, The hinges of her jaw ached and she tried, to force her face, absorb the entire nine inches of his prick.

"Goddamn, Doris-girl, that's the way to go, you little cock-lovin' slut. Take it all, Baby. Fuck your cute face down on my prick and mouth-fuck it all," her daddy howled, his hand forcing the back of her neck as his other hand mauled and pawed one of her tingling titties.

She opened her blue eyes wide, trying to see the long shaft of cock vanishing into her face. About all she could see was the forest of reddish hair and the great stump where his prick was attached to his crotch.

"Hell! Damn right! Fuck your belly full of prick and take a mouthful of cock-jizz!" he shouted as she succeeded in conquering all of his prick. She would have sneezed because his pubic wool was tickling her nose, but she had a face-full of mammoth prick and a sneeze just wasn't possible. As best she could, she sucked and tongued his pulsating cock.

The young girl got her other hand on his heavy balls and began milking them with all of his cock imbedded in her throat. He began bouncing on the davenport, fucking his cock into her mouth just before the first gush of jizz flooded down her convulsing gullet.

She made a soft, strangling sound, swallowing bravely as his massive cock poured stream after stream of delectable cum into her mouth. Doris let him guide her, teach her, putting both of his hands on either side of her face and fucking her mouth up and down on his spasming prick.

"You're a pretty little cock-sucker! Eat my prick and gorge yourself on fuck-meat," he yelled. "I think I'll tan your ass again and fuck you 'til you scream."

Doris found she was enjoying the monstrous lollipop of cock and blubbered something about she would try. The thought of having his gigantic cock between her legs sent thrills of excitement flashing like lightning though her tummy.

She wasn't really sucking his prick now, just content to have it gliding in and out of her stretched throat, the huge head expanding her mouth as it gushed the thick, pearly male-stuff that tasted so heavenly.

Her fingers tightened on his lusty balls and she murmured softly, a sound of pleasure as she sensed the delight she was giving the raw-boned man hunching on the davenport. Then a fresh gush of jizz spurted from the slit in the tip of his prick in a drowning torrent. Doris sucked and swallowed wildly to keep his orgasm-sap from escaping her stretched lips. She didn't want to lose a single drop.

As he continued hosing jizz down her throat, she gripped his hairy nuts until he moaned, an almost savage sound deep in his throat.

"Suck hard, you wanton little bitch!" Orville Hagerman yelled fiercely, levering his cock into her face with his hips working, thrusting her face full of prick. As his orgasm came to a peak, he held her face down on his spasming cock,

"Suck my cock!" her father hollered more loudly than before. And Doris sensed he was doing it deliberately so Rhoda Myles next door could hear. Why would he want anyone to know? Wasn't what they were doing against the law?

As the flow of cum ebbed, she felt a chill of shame and embarrassment. She felt the only heat in the house was the huge cock she was sucking.

Doris sensed a softening, in his ravaging meat. And there was a change in her father. "I knew you would love cock," he said tautly. "And I guess I better tell you-don't say a word to anybody."

The little blonde backed her mouth off his wet cock until she had only the head in her lips. "Why?" she asked, voice muffled.

"It could be bad, if anyone knew," her father said, caressing her' cheeks as she continued licking up the saliva and flecks of jizz from his prick.

"Against the law?" she asked, gently squeezing his sac of nuts.

"It could be bad," her father said tensely, definitely nervous. "We can have ourselves some fun-as long as no one ever knows," he said lamely.

She ran her tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, up the tender underside. "I won't tell, Daddy," she said huskily, milking his cock with a dainty hand to squeeze out whatever tasty jizz remained.

"Good girl," Orville said haltingly.

"Really, little girl," he said after a minute, "I tell you the truth. Don't say a peep to anyone about you and me-and what we're doing and what we'll do."

Doris sensed fright in her daddy. And she wondered whether it was to her advantage. "I won't, Daddy," she repeated.

"That's my hot little girl," he said, laughing shakily. "Say, if you don't stop licking and sucking daddy's cock, you'll get it hard again and I might forget myself and shove it up you, between your legs."

Doris reflected on that for a moment, aware of a strange, hot fluttering inside her. "You did threaten to do that-or was that a promise?" she added with a twinkle of her blue eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell," she said dreamily, disappointed that her daddy's prick was growing softer.

But at the next door, the only neighbor in a quarter of a mile, Rhoda Myles knew exactly what had happened. She knew it all. For a long time she had suspected something like this was going to happen-if it hadn't already.