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Chapter 3

Doris was awake early the next morning, Saturday, aware of a feeling of trepidation as she heard her daddy getting up down the hall. Sometimes he worked until noon at the garage on Saturdays, sometimes not.

She kind of hoped he worked today, so she could go over her thoughts-analyze them, a word a thirteen-year-old didn't always think of. She was nervous about how her father would treat her after-rafter, well, after he had gotten her to take his big-it was really big-his huge peter in her mouth.

Doris shuddered under the sheet and light blanket, fretting over whether she wanted to try it again or not. She really didn't know how she felt about it. In a way, it was terrifically exciting. She licked the tip of her tongue over dry lips, trying to recall just exactly how his big, hard muscle had tasted. In another way, it was kind of frightening. Her normal instincts were that it was filthy and unnatural. She flicked her tongue across her lips again, sucked on her tongue as she hollowed out her cheeks, trying to remember just how full her mouth had been when she had her daddy's hot meat in there.

Well, maybe, he would never touch her again. Hadn't he been sort of, well, sorry about it toward the end? Worried that she might tell.

Still, she scowled in the early morning darkness he had said something about putting it, well, between her legs. "In me there?" she whispered, hearing him leave the bathroom and pad barefoot toward the kitchen. Unbidden, one of her hands crept between her lean thighs. Just the thought of that made a hotness way up in deep. Doris probed tentatively with a finger. Just inside her tiny pussy. It did feel hot. And so dry. But, oh, so hot.

"It just won't… He can't possibly-get that big thing in me," she whispered again. He wouldn't even try, she thought, mind spinning dizzily. Would he? With mixed emotions, she tried to tug down the hem of her shortie nightgown.

Then her breath caught as she saw her bedroom door opening and her father standing there with his robe loosely belted. "Did you hear Phil come in last night?"

Doris gulped, huddled under the covers as she stared at him mutely, shook her head negatively. If his robe would just gape open a little more as he stood there with feet far apart she could tell if he was wearing anything under.

"I heard him," she murmured, "I think sorta late, Daddy."

"Well, come have coffee with me. Let him sleep," he said.

Well, it must all be okay, she thought, rising on an elbow, clutching the sheet over her ripely blossoming titties. "Okay," she said, waiting for him to leave so she could get up and slip into her robe.

But he stood there in the doorway, seeming much broader with his robe sort of billowed out around him. "Well, little girl, come on."

She scowled uncertainly, then shuffled out of bed, turning her back to him modestly, aware her bottom was exposed. But she slipped into the robe quickly, turned and followed him out of the room and down the semi-dark hallway.

"Be real still and don't wake your brother," her father cautioned, in a hissing whisper.

But they didn't get to the kitchen. Just inside the living room her daddy turned and draped his arms around her, smothering her to him. And there was no doubt, she could feel his hardness against her belly, reaching almost to her bosom, he was so tall and she was kind of short.

She shrugged silently in his rocky embrace. "Come on, show me a little affection this morning, little girl," Orville Hagerman said gruffly as she squirmed in his arms.

A nervousness danced through Doris when her father kept her snared in his arms, his hands rubbing down her slender back, over the flare of her hips that hadn't yet reached opulent proportions.

"Hey? Please, Daddy?" she questioned, aware of the heat of his front that he pressed to her so tightly it was almost stiffling.

"You're awfully fresh," she wheezed, trying to banter.

"You ain't kiddin', Baby," he said in a harsh whisper. "I had a good night's sleep.

The teenager tried to twist from side to side to avoid the hard pressure of his genitals. Without warning, a strange heat flared deep in her belly as the bulge of his organ grew more prominent. There was a stirring deep in her tummy.

"Please, Daddy! Phil might wake up," she muttered huskily, aware their wrestling, inept on her part, was loosening her father's robe. And her robe was coming undone, too. "I think we better stop this," she protested, straining to keep her voice down.

Geez, the cute little blonde fretted mentally, I think he's getting bigger down there. Getting a bigger and huger hard-on. There was no doubt in her mind that his genitals were firm and hot against her as they jostled in the middle of the living room floor. He leaned back and lifted her clear of the floor and her slim legs stretched along his muscular thighs.

Her clothes were coming loose and his man-business was like lumpy rocks pressed to her youthful body. "Aaawwwwwwkkk!" she tried to suppress the squawk of surprise as her daddy swept a hand up under her robe and. laid a big palm across her tensed butt cheeks.

He lifted her higher and dived his other hand around to her front, in between them and he had his hand between her legs. "Quiiiiiittttttt, don't do that!" she gasped, wincing as he expertly searched with a finger and kind of knifed it into her small cuntal lips, stroking the inner petals of her sex-groove.

She gasped with effort as she squirmed, trying to get her crotch away from his hand. Her legs doubled outside his as the end of a blunt finger found her entry and penetrated about an inch. Dully, Doris was aware her hole was no longer dry; she could feel the moisture cloying to his finger.

"Daddddddy!" she snapped, feeling his other hand on her bottom, the fingers plowing in her fanny crack. And it was doing something to her-his hands. She felt all goose-bumpy, but her body was feverish.

His hand was so big it completely covered her immature mound and kept her legs wide apart. "No, darn it, Daddy," she hissed, voice breaking off as a shudder of deliciousness swept upward through her belly to kind of spark in the tingling tips of her hard titties.

Dully, she thought it did feel sort of good, the way he kept a finger just inside her and used his other fingers to press open the lips.

"Daaaaaarnnnnnn, Daddy!" she gasped as he bent, lowering her so her feet finally touched the floor. She danced up on tiptoe as he spread her cuntal lips wide and stabbed with his finger. It seemed to bring a hot flushing to her stinging groove. A dizziness swirled in her brain and electricity snapped in her vulva. Doris didn't know it, but her father had found her clit, rubbed it with the tip of his thumb until it was finally distended.

"No, no, no! Daddy! This is naughty! Phil might hear and come out and see you-me-us!" her voice trailed off weakly as his finger continued to probe in her rut and his hand toyed with her rear end, rubbing the rubbery cheeks up and down her crack.

Both were breathing harshly and a feeling of extreme intoxication was stealing over Doris as she shuddered helplessly in her daddy's arms. For a moment, he held her loosely, yet she didn't spin away from him, just stood there weakly, trembling, hypnotized by his hand in her crotch and on her hot little ass.

They stumbled slightly as she became aware he was going to grapple her to the floor. She couldn't get a hand on his chest to push him away and she pressed it against his hip bone. Her hand slipped between them and she tensed as if burned.

"Daaaaadddddy," she wailed softly, the single word plaintively. Involuntarily, her hand crept back, of its own will, it seemed. She had touched it. It felt so familiar-and excruciatingly exciting. Her father's robe was undone and she had touched his penis, even harder and hotter and more rampantly ready than the night before when she had sucked it.

A sort of craziness was like a spider web in her head; her thoughts so fuzzy. She gripped his long hard cock, until he moaned. "Let's stop this," she hissed, gasping for breath, but her fingers remained curled around his rigid prick, even trying to stroke it in spice of the lack of room.

"You're gonna make me fall down," she whispered, her head against his chest.

"Play with your old man's cock, Baby," her father said harshly. "Play with it nice-you got a cool hand. And I won't make you fall down, little girl," he added as they sank to the floor.

"You'll hurt me," Doris said, all reserves and resolve melting away as her insides began to boil. She clung to his monstrous cock as he scooped her robe up over her breasts, almost hiding her face, then shucked off his own robe.

"Aaaaaahhhh," the girl sighed, trying to see as she felt the spill of all his goodies against her fist as he got rid of his shorts.

"Ooooohhh, I'm scared, Daddy," the almost fragile girl sobbed, feeling smothered under his nakedness.

"Oooohhh, just don't be scared." her father panted. He pushed her hand. "You can play with it 'way back, but let me have the end. Now, don't be scared. You're my little girl; but I'm gonna make you a big girl, at least big up between your legs, big enough to handle a man-sized cock and some deep fuckin'."

His body was so thick it pressed her legs far apart and she had the sensation of being split up the middle, Instinctively, she sensed she was soon to be split, in literal sense, would be made a real split-tail in a few seconds.

She kept one hand on her dad's prick while she tried to flatten down her rumpled clothes. Wouldn't it be better if they were both naked, if her daddy insisted on going through with this, fucking her, as he said?

Doris was unable to get her feet to the floor, so she rested her scissored legs against the tall man's flanks, waiting and milking her hand up and down on his cock as he seemed to be aiming it or something.

Her eyes-gaped wide and her mouth worked wordlessly as she felt a hot wetness prying at the firm lips of her pussy. The end of his cock, she mused, a feverishness in her brain.

She tried to study the rubbing sensation, tried to visualize what his cock looked like, the big knob roving up and down her narrow furrow. "Aaaaaiiiieeee," she gasped in a long sigh, wondering what that frantic sensation was as the blunt plum of his prick that grazed her swollen little clit.

Somehow she knew the lips of her pussy were stretched around the head of his cock now. In spite of herself, she tried to shake her ass as he groped with the end of his prick for her vulnerable entry.

A hot flush roared up through her belly like a flood, a tidal wave. There was a sensation of pressure, a denting. "Baby, I got 'er set right at the cherry-bustin' socket of your cunny," her father grunted. "You can keep your hand on your old man's tool 'til you ain't got no more to hold on to," he said, squinting at her, winking, licking his lips. "Pretty soon, though, you won't have no cock-handle to grab and jerk off."

She scowled in apprehension as his big hands seized her narrow waist, firm against her hips. "It'll hurt?" she wailed softly, feeling a cringing in her insides.

She gasped helplessly at the strengthening inner pressure. The heat was intense. The initial stretching of the entry to her vagina was increasing. "Daddddddy," she gasped, feeling faint and flushed and feverish.

Without a warning, there was a release, a yielding of her flesh. She felt a gorging sensation. "Baby, you just got the head of your old man's prick in your little pussy."

She thought about that, drew a deep, rattling breath. Her hand told her there was more to come, lots and lots more. Her daddy had a gigantic cock.

She wondered what he was waiting for. He was just letting the tip of his prick soak in her. Not so bad, she mused dully. She even relaxed a bit, let her legs slack away from his sides and he had plenty of room for what he was doing, starting to fuck her.

Doris kept her feet a foot or so above the floor, toes curled in anticipation. "Aaaaaaaahhhh-ah-ah," she moaned, wiggling her trim little ass as her father probed with his prick, from side to side.

Then he drew her to him and worked his hips. Doris had the sensation there was a creaking inside her. And she definitely could feel it going, creeping into her snug little twatty. She couldn't truly believe it, but his huge prick was starting to slip and slide into her. Not very much, but it was going into her body, right in between her legs.

"You're making it, you're going in me; you're getting it inside me, Daddy," she whispered in awed tones. "Can you feel your prick-your nice, huge, beautiful prick-going in me? My pussy, truly, is taking your gigantic cock, Daddy."

Doris was only vaguely aware she continued crooning to him, talking, rubbing his shoulders as she concentrated on the exquisiteness of having her body crammed full of his massive cock. Her very-first time. And her young, tight snatch was getting hotter and wetter, expanding and clutching and convulsing.

She was so entranced with her ecstasy, the strangeness of having a prick thrust up her she twinged only slightly when her ripe cherry was crushed to a pulp by the invading spearhead of her father's cock. She did cry out weakly. But that brief pain was just a prickling and the enchanting ecstasy returned is a flash of lightning.

As her father began penetrating her with more industrious shoves of his cock, a need, a hunger, a wanting, a craving was born in the young girl. Tentatively, she took her hand from the base of his cock. "Try a hard push," she ventured. She gasped sharply when he responded with a strong bucking of his bare ass.

"Maybe you better take it easy and hunch it in my pussy a little bit at a time," she said doubtfully. Thoughts and wishes without words formed in her juvenile mind. Don't go off too soon and shoot your juice in me; maybe, if we take it easy, we'll have a goodie, goodie fuck. Please don't rush and go off for awhile.

Before he had more than five inches stuffed into her, she felt a convulsing in his cock. Instinctively, she reached between them quickly, squeezed his cock painfully, grabbed his bag of balls and gave it a wrenching. She smiled as he drew a ragged breath and resumed ramming his cock down and into her tight little snatch.

"Feel good-I mean okay?" her father wheezed.

"I don't know yet," she whispered, patting his cheek with the rasp of whisker. "Yes, I think so."

"You're just like your mother. That squeeze on the old cock and balls shuts off my jizzing every time," her father praised her.

She picked up his words. "Then you won't let your cock spout jizz for awhile? I don't want you to cum for awhile, Daddy," she begged, starting to rock her cute little butt, arching her cunny wantonly to his inward plowing prick.

"I think I want you to give me all the rest of your cock at once," she ventured, feeling bold and confident.

A soft, lengthy sigh escaped her lips as he sank the last of his nine thick inches of prick into her and his groin crushed her love mound and his heavy balls dangled like a limp pendulum against the flat of her up-tilted ass.

"I'll let it soak in your pussy for a little bit," he said, reaching now to fondle her titties, his imbedded cock holding her body in position. "Then, we'll do it easy and fun-like. See? I just pull my cock out and push it back in you," her father informed her.

Her stuffed snatch seemed on fire-and so full of wonderful prick. Doris rubbed her dad's shoulders, dug in her fingernails when he started pulling it out of her. "Hey! Dooooon't let it come out all the way, Daaaaadddddy!" In the next instant, he banged it back to the balls in her twat. "Yeeeessss, put it back up me!"

When Orville Hagerman groaned as if in pain, Doris hugged an arm around his neck. "Oooohhh, poooooor daddddddy. Did my pussy hurt your beautiful prick?"

"I'll show you whose apparatus gets hurt," he muttered, pulling out and slamming his prick back into her pussy.

"Aaaaaahhh, goodie, yessssss," she hissed. "Nice, long, hard, steady punches," she encouraged, her body ablaze with passion.

"God, yeessssss, Aaaahhh, God, yes," she wailed, voice shrill as he began fucking it to her, deep between her up-raised quivering legs, far into her fuck-well.

"You're just like your mother-already a good, hot fuck," her father groaned. "Just wait 'til you learn a little more about it, get some experience," he added, rocking and thudding his prick into her.

An inferno was kindling in her pussy, lightning was snapping in her unsheated clit and her innards were thundering each time he reamed out her cunny. Suddenly, she wanted to be naked with him and she fumbled her robe away, tore her nightie off over her head.

"Do I fuck good, my first time?" she whispered, elated at the sensation of nudity-her bared pussy taking his long, thick, lancing cock.

"Yes, we do fuck good together," her father panted.

Doris smiled with wistful pleasure as her father lay his hands over her breasts and loved them lasciviously. She was astonished as she stared glassily over his shoulders at her feet straight up in the air at the end of stiffened legs.

"I think I'm gonna like fucking, Daddy," she laughed gaily, her mind swirling dizzily and she wondered what was happening to her. She was about to explode. Then she screamed with ecstasy as she erupted into the first orgasm of her life. How her insides churned and thundered. Even deep in her asshole, she thought crazily, wishing it would never end.

Her father was wheezing and sweating. Weakly, she put both arms around his neck as her nuts continued to crack. Hazily, she wished he would go off right then and squirt his strong squirts of jizz deep in her volcanic cunny. "Poooooor, hard-working daddy," she crooned as he grunted and huffed, fucking the cock to her snug pussy faster and faster.

"You're getting there?" she asked weakly, remember how it was when he went off in her mouth. "You're about ready to jizz my pussy?"

Then she was unable to talk any more because he was fucking her into a maddening climax, violent a scalding as he added his torrent of fuck-lava to her exploding pussy.

She howled wildly at the heightened enchantment as her cunt-muscles gripped his buried prick.

"Aaaaawwwwwkkkkkk, God, fuck me!" she screamed in wild ecstasy, sensing that her insides were being ripped apart as his imbedded prick throbbed and gushed her full of thick, scalding jizz.

"Ooooooohhhh, God, yesssss, fuck me!"

All sorts of bombs seemed to be exploding deep in her aching, burning snatch as he again punched ruthlessly, demandingly into her body. She felt his jizz sloshing around inside her and his balls were slap-slapping meatily against her burning, itching rectum.