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CHAPTER SEVEN

The sound of such words in his barely pubescent daughter's mouth sent a searing spark of lust through Curt's swollen prick. He was ashamed of himself for the way it made him feel, but not nearly enough to keep him from continuing with the pleasurable business of her seduction. He spread her undersized pussy lips a bit wider and dipped deep enough to get a little juice on the end of his finger as he answered her.

"Honey," he explained, "I don't know yet if my cock will fit in your little hole. You might be too small for me. That's what screwing is – a man putting his cock into a woman's cunt and pushing it in and out of her. But even if my cock's too big to fit you, I'll still show you how and tell you about it."

"A woman's?" she asked, omitting the nasty word her father had used in his explanation. "But I'm not a woman, I'm just a little…" she stopped herself and changed it – "I'm just a girl. Can't… can't a girl be screwed too, like a woman can? Or does she have to…"

"Sweetheart," Curt broke in, "if it's humanly possible to do it, you can bet your sweet little ass I'm gonna do it. Jesus, I'm so sexed up now from the way you're talking about it I'm about to pop. If your cunt'll get hot enough and wet enough to let my cock squeeze into it, I assure you I'll screw you. I'll split your little cherry for you real nice and easy so it won't hurt much, and then I'll give you such a screwing you won't know what to do with yourself."

His answer pleased her. "Yes, I will know what to do with myself!" she cried, giggling. "This!"

She raised up a bit off the bed and threw her arms around his neck as before. But this time both of them were completely naked. The exciting pressure of her warm little tits and arms on his bare torso made him shiver with desire. He accepted the moist, gin-scented lips she offered him and crushed her frail body to his chest with gusto. She scooted her ass closer toward him and he responded by increasing the penetration of her pussy with his forefinger.

"Ummm," she moaned softly, "that feels so good when you do that, Daddy. This frigging you're showing me is… whew, it's better than I ever even suspected."

He raised to a sitting position and enclosed her in his arms, feeling up her naked ass cheeks with one hand while masturbating her with the other. He saw beads of sweat begin to appear on her smooth forehead and felt her press her tits harder into his chest. Lilly was plainly excited and she showed it by rubbing her hands all up and down his naked chest and arms. He saw her shyly looking below at the spear of his stiff cock sticking up from his hairy crotch.

"Go ahead and touch it, honey," he invited. "It won't bite you. Put your hand on it if you want to."

She timidly laid her hand on it as though it were a fence post. She had no idea how it was done.

"No," he corrected, rubbing her pussy and titties as he talked. "Slide your fingers up and down it slow and gentle if you want to make it feel good for me."

She did as he said. She soon learned that the feel of his big prick in her hand had a strange effect on part of her own anatomy. Something about the pressure of its warm, strong shaft made her pussy tingle and itch. The sweat on her face was now running down her neck and over the plump little tips of her tits. She could smell a strange new scent coming up from between her legs, something she'd never smelled before at all.

He saw she was really getting hot and the sight of her slender, moist body naked and writhing made his cock start pounding. He told her to take her hand off for a minute or he'd shoot his wad. She asked what that meant and he said she'd learn very soon. He asked how her pussy felt and she just sighed and clamped her legs tight around his busy fingers in reply.

He told her she might be big enough to take his cock after all. From what he could tell from fingering her, she was blessed with a pretty good-sized little cunt. She grinned and hugged him closer.

"Oh boy, Daddy," she whispered, "does that mean we can try? Huh? Can we try it and see if it'll go in?"

"We sure can, sugar," Curt said, "right now. The way you're jimmying your ass around on the bed I can tell you're wanting it bad enough… we'll soon see if you can take my prick. Lie on your back."

She did as he said.

"Now spread your legs wide, sweety," he told her.

She did it.

"Take a look at this," he said, pointing to his throbbing big prick, "think you can open up wide enough for this?"

She was now so excited with desire and drunk from the gin that she didn't even talk. She just nodded her head. He saw the way her eyes opened wide when he presented the full shaft of his cock in front of her and it gave him a thrill to see her so impressed by it.

Slowly he rubbed it on the inside of her thighs, straddling her and stooping slightly to accommodate her prone position.

"Uhhhh," she sighed. "Oh wow, Daddy… ooooh… lemme feel it on my cunny."

They were both drenched in sweat now and her three golden pussy hairs curled from the mound of her young cunt like wet, finely spun gold. Her rosy tits were engorged with blood and the area around her nipples was almost crimson. The pale inner surfaces of her thighs gave way to a deep tan in front and back, although the rising hillock of her pubescent pussy was pale and blue-veined from having been protected by her panties at all times.

He drew the head of his prick up her inner thighs till it touched the bottom of her pouting cunt, then gradually pressed the instrument into the crevice of her little fuck hole. She wiggled her ass and made it clear she wanted it deeper. Her hand reached for it.

"Lemme touch it again, Daddy," she gasped. "Please. I wanna hold it in my fingers."

A difficult request to turn down. He didn't.

Curt was pleased to find the inside of his daughter's cunt so juicy and hot it wasn't difficult at all to press the bulb of his glans inside her.

Plop, it went, entering her just past the head. He was afraid to push any deeper till he saw how she took it.

She took it all right. "Oh my gosh, Daddy!" she cried. "Oh wow… more, please, please… it's making me so hot and funny in there I can't stand it!"

"I'll be Goddamned," he gasped, the sweat pouring off his brow and splattering on her titties. "You were built for fucking, honey, just built for it. I know good and well it must be hurting you a little, 'cause your pussy's so tight it's about to make me shoot my nuts off right now. And you're begging for more of it. Jesus Christ, sweety, I'd have stuck this thing in your pants long before this if I'd known what a hot little bitch you are."

He pushed it a half inch deeper, barely able to contain himself, and saw her jerk her wild blonde hair from side to side in growing frenzy. She had her eyes shut and was rubbing her hands up and down the shaft of his cock in a shameless attempt to sink it deeper into her hungry little cunt. Curt was breathing like a bellows. He knew he couldn't last much longer at this rate but he was intent on busting through her cherry if he could. He wanted it to be easier fucking for next time – he was already thinking about that in spite of how low he thought of himself for considering it.

"It might hurt you if it… ungh… if it goes much deeper, sweety," he grunted. "You've got a little cherry in there that needs splitting before you can take the whole thing."

"No it won't, Daddy," she gasped. "It won't… it won't hurt me any. How could it hurt when it's… unh… ooh… when it's making me feel so good right now?"

"You asked for it," he groaned, "here it comes!"

With a steady but frantic push, he plowed deep into his daughter's virgin cunt. He felt the sides of her hot canal give way before their first contact with a prick, and when he was only about halfway buried in it he felt the wet, warm mass of her cherry at the end. Her eyes were opening and closing and her blonde head was rolling back and forth like a rag doll.

"I… ungh… ooooh… my…" she began, barely able to be coherent. "My cunny's… whew… ooooh… oh just screw me, Daddy, screw me screw me screw me… oooooooooh!"

Curt threw caution to the wind and gave a big hunch that ruptured her tender cherry and let his prick go sliding on into the hot, moist recesses of her virginal young snatch. A flood of sensation wracked his body as he drove it on in as far as it would go, then all the way out again and back inside once more to her depths. He saw some blood on his shaft, but wonder of wonders, Lilly didn't seem to be having much pain at all. Some girls were lucky about such things, he knew, and his young daughter was apparently one of them. He remembered that Kelly had bled like a stuck pig when he busted through her cherry and hell, she'd been three years older than Lilly.

He put his fingers to her cunt and started rubbing the sides of her clitoris. He didn't know if she could come or not on the very first go at it, but he was going to make every effort to let her get her cookies off if it was humanly possible. He tried to slow down his crazy-hot cock but it was no use. He felt the spunk building up fast and knew he was going to shoot his load any second. He knelt lower and took her face in his hands, kissing her wildly as he pumped in the cock. She gratefully threw her legs open as wide as she could get them and wriggled her ass like a tadpole.

"Get ready, baby," he cried out, his voice cracking under the strain, "I'm gonna… oh shit, I'm gonna fill you full of it!"

He stepped up the pace and dropped his mouth from her face to her neck. Just when he reached her red, sweaty little nipples he came off like a steam boiler and shot a thick wad of come into the farthest reaches of her palpitating cunt hole.

She was amazed at the feeling she got from the rich, white load that filled her canal and slopped out the front as he removed his prick. She was also so near to having her first climax she didn't know whether she was coming or going. All she knew was that she was dying to have her dad keep on feeding the cock to her when suddenly he yelled, grunted, shot a wad of stuff in her pussy and rolled over onto the bed with his prick hanging limp as an old piece of rope.

In a few seconds when he recovered from his orgasm and saw how worked up and tense she was, he set about fixing things.

"Sonofabitch, sugar," he grunted, "you're needing to get yourself off, aren't you? Your very first time, too! Here, lemme show you what I'll do. I'll be damned if I'll let such a hot, sweet little pussy as this go without relief!"

Curt ducked his head past her sweat-streamed belly and she couldn't imagine what he was up to. Then she saw him put his face right between her legs.

"Daddy, what are you going?" she cried, a little scared. "Daddy, that's nasty, that's… ooooooh Daddy!"

Her tune changed as soon as she felt his mouth on her hairless little pussy lips. She still thought it was terrible for someone to put their mouth on a girl's cunny but it felt so incredibly delicious she didn't have time to do anything but just lie back and enjoy it.

Curt was normally not especially keen on licking a girl's pussy, but he was so impressed by her precocious sex hunger that he was impelled to satisfy it any way he could. There were a few smears of blood on the front of it but outside of that he found her cute little cunt to be as clean and sweet as a daisy. He lapped it like a dog drinking water and lolled his tongue all over the shiny surfaces of her twin lips in pure pleasure.

Lilly felt shivers run up her spine and her heart seemed to pound so fast it would burst open.

"O-o-o-o-h, Da-daddy," she wailed, her voice trembling. "What are you do-doing to me… I feel like som-something's gonna ha-happen to my cu-cu-cunny!"

"Just ride with it, sweety," he cried out, his words garbled by the juices of her flowing pussy. "Let yourself go. You're about to come… pretty soon you're gonna feel…"

"Whew… I feel it now, Daddy," she interrupted. He felt her jerk her ass faster and faster under his attentive mouth, and twist her torso like a bitch dog in heat. "Whatever it is it's… oh my gosh, Daddy… oh ooooh… it's coming now… ungh… ungh… oh… oh… oh… my cunny, oh my sweet cunny… oh oh… ahhh… aiieeee!"

The youngster completely lost herself in the throbbing waves of her very first orgasm. She lay moving her pussy up and down in rhythmic little motions long after Curt had brought his face from her crotch. He looked down at the smile of satisfaction on her tender young face and knew the extra loving he gave her was well worth his effort. Also, he looked down at her simply because it struck him that this pretty, blonde-haired girl – his own daughter, and hardly more than a mere child – was extremely erotic to feast his eyes on.

As she lay there stretching and twisting her skinny torso and her long, gawky legs he couldn't resist going back for a little more nosey from her hive. He ducked his head between her lovely thighs for a few seconds and sucked in a few last drops of pussy juice, then traced his tongue northward over the sharp slopes of her hips, the gentle depression of her navel, across the tips of both swollen pink nipples, and finally to her mouth where he gave her a hot French kiss. Lilly eagerly opened her rosebud mouth and returned his affection, pushing her plump little red tongue into his mouth and twining it around his arm questing organ.

She could feel his limp-but-heavy cock dragging across her legs and tummy as he wrapped his arms around her for one last kiss.

Hmmm, she thought to herself, recalling the pleasure she'd just had from it, wonder what it would take to make it get big and hard again? I bet I know!

But just as she started to slip her open fingers toward his prick, through the bedroom window came the noise of a car stopping in front of their house. The two of them both sat up and looked at each other in panic.

"Is that…" Lilly began, her eyes huge with fear.

"No," snapped Curt, "it can't be. It can't be Karol and Kelly yet. They aren't due back for at least a couple of hours."

But then they heard a car door slam and heard footsteps tripping toward the front door.

"Hightail it to your bedroom!" he yelled to Lilly, tossing her housecoat and panties to her as she hopped off the bed. "And run jump in the shower so you won't look like some little girl that just lost her cherry, will you!"

Curt leaped from the bed and straightened it up some, then jumped into his clothes and headed for the kitchen. He was still feeling a little of the effect of the gin, but he was sober enough to know he'd better hide it back in the cupboard. It wouldn't be easy to explain to Karol why so much had been drunk in one evening, and especially why he had let Lilly drink so much.

Just as he finished slamming things into their proper places, he looked up to see Kelly standing in the doorway. She glanced around the room and asked, "Where's Lilly – is it safe?"

For fleeting seconds an expression of guilt crossed his face. The mention of Lilly's name sent a pang of terror through his heart. But he soon realized Kelly was talking about something very different.

She dashed to him and threw her arms around him. "Aren't you proud of me, Dad?" she happily beamed. "I managed to have Mom drop me off… now we can…"

"You mean she isn't with you?" he asked, dazed at the situation. "Karol didn't stop out front with you?"

"Yes, Dad," said Kelly, "but that's just it – all she did was stop and let me out. The others were going on to a restaurant after the bowling thing and I begged off."

He regained some of his composure. It had been a close call with Lilly in the bedroom but now it was all explained. He mopped his brow and returned her kiss.

"Phew!" she exclaimed. "Been having a few drinks, haven't you? You smell like a brewery."

"No," he corrected, "a distillery. That's gin you smell. I've been having a few gin and tonics."

"Mmmm," she said, "I love the smell of liquor on your breath… makes you smell sexy."

For a second his mind raced and he thought she said simply that he "smelled sexy".

"I… I do?" he asked. He was thinking Kelly could smell the sex-smell left on his body from having just been in the sack with her little sister.

"Sure you do," she said, hugging him. "Here, wanna smell something sexy on me? See how you like my newest perfume."

He understood what she had said before, and breathed another sigh of relief. Kelly stood grinning mischievously and pulling the top of her blouse away from her body.

"This ought to be a good place for you to take a whiff, don't you think?" she teased.

She knew he loved to jam his nose down the front of her clothes and breathe in the scent of her body even when she wasn't wearing perfume. This would be a treat for him.

He stuck his nose in as directed and was met with a delicate, fruity scent that made him want to plunge his face inside her dress and lick her body from stem to stern. She was eager to hop into bed.

"Come on," she said, grabbing his hand. "We'll have an hour-and-a-half before Mom gets home, easy – maybe more."

They went toward her bedroom and she glanced around to make sure Lilly was nowhere in sight. She heard the shower running and looked at Curt quizzically.

"That's funny," she said. "Lilly's usually in bed by now. Wonder why she's in the shower so late?"

Curt shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh well, just so she's occupied," said Kelly. "She knows better than to come into my room without knocking. She'll think I'm still gone with Mom anyway if we're lucky."

"She won't catch us," Curt said. "She never has, has she? And we've been playing our little games for three years now."

Kelly led him into her bedroom and closed the door behind them. She turned to him and laid a big kiss on him. "We sure have, Dad," she sighed. "And it's been so long since I've had you give me a good going over I'm dying for it. Aren't you proud of me for coming back early so we can sneak in some loving?"

"Damn right I am, honey," he responded. But his heart wasn't in it, he was only covering. He was having last-minute second thoughts. It suddenly dawned on him that it had been less than twenty minutes since he had fired off a load into the pussy of Kelly's little sister – was there enough left for her too? This soon afterwards? Yet he had gone on so about how horny he was for her body just before she left for the bowling league that he could hardly beg off on some lame excuse.

She was already slipping out of her clothes. She knew it pleased him to watch and she always got a thrill from seeing his cock swell under his pants as he looked on. First her shirt, then her short miniskirt around her trim, shapely ankles. Next came the little half slip she wore so the lunkheads at the bowling alley wouldn't get to see too much when she rolled a ball down the lane. Now she was wearing nothing but her bra and bikini panties, plus a pair of sandals.

Curt was in a bad place. She looked just as good as she ever did to him but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to do anything about it when it came time. She grinned at him with a sexy expression on her face as she unhooked the bra and let it slide to the floor, revealing her fully packed tits.

"I'm getting to the part you like, Dad," she told him. "How come you're so slow with your clothes. You usually have yours off before I even get started."

Curt grinned sheepishly, mumbled some excuse and took his shirt off. She was already down to her panties.

"Here's the part you like best of all, Dad," she said, sticking a forefinger in the elastic band and giving a little tug.

She kicked off her sandals and deftly hit the bed back-first, raising her legs in the air and stripping off the wispy panties. She tossed them across the room and lay with her long, beautifully tanned legs provocatively half-crossed. Her hairy snatch was hidden by the position of her thighs.

The sight of her lying there was enough to make him stiff as a poker – usually. But not, to his chagrin, at that moment.

He stepped out of his pants and moved toward the bed, keeping his shorts on. There had to be a way out. So far his cock didn't show any signs of perking up at all. The scene with Lilly plus the gin and tonics had simply been too much for him.

He ran his hand over the smooth, expansive flesh of her naked tits and stooped to kiss her. After a little Frenching, he ran his hand on down to the black fleece of her crotch. She slid her legs against one another, drawing one velvety thigh past the other, and brought one knee above the other one. Now the hidden moist meat under her curly black ringlets was exposed to his view. She smiled seductively, offering her dad possession of the juicy treasures now laid naked before his hot, nervous eyes.

But Curt's eyes weren't nervous for the usual reasons. They were nervous because in spite of the sexy, naked charms of his daughter, his cock remained only half hard inside his pants. How he'd love to jump between her pretty legs and drive it in till she begged for mercy, to fuck her and fuck her pulsing snatch till she came all over herself! But he could tell it just wasn't going to be possible unless things changed drastically. The way things were going, he'd be lucky to raise a hard strong enough even to gain entry.

He toyed with her hairs, played with her moist pussy lips and the inside of her damp thighs, and started masturbating her springy little clit. Getting a little desperate, he grabbed a big handful of tit and started working her over with both hands at the same time.

"Ummmm," she cooed, her mouth going soft, "you're getting me crazy, Dad. Oh I wish you knew how good that felt!"

She was doing fine, he could readily see. But as for him, his tired prick still lacked the necessary muscle. He knew better than to bring it out into the open and let her see how puny it still looked.

"I'm glad I came home early," she said, her voice low and whispery with desire. "I've been wanting you to fuck me awful bad, lately, Dad. I've been needing a pussyful from you bad."

She stretched her slender, curvaceous body and ardently pressed the hot hollow of her groin forward against his hand. She might only be eighteen, but she had the burning needs of a much older and more experienced woman. The incestuous attentions of her dad had awakened her to the full appreciation of what a hot, satisfying fuck can be like and her young cunt needed a stiff cock up it as bad as she needed food or water.

Curt could see she was getting awfully restless and needed more at this point than his hands on her. In a last-ditch effort to service her properly, he dropped his head on her tits. After licking each hard tip to the point of nearly bursting, he kissed her damp stomach and pushed his face toward her excited cunt.

"Oh Dad, you've got me really going now," she moaned, writhing her hips as she felt his mouth approach her slit. "You don't have to eat me out, go ahead and lemme have the cock. It's okay… I'm plenty ready for it… come, gimme a cuntful of that big sweet prick of yours right now, will you?"

Curt had no other choice. He simply didn't have anything to honor her request with, so he had to plant his tongue in her snatch fast and just hope to hell she'd forget about his cock. He ignored her words and slapped his mouth straight on down to her hot hole.

"Whew!" she exclaimed as she felt his wet lips touch her cunt. "Oh… that's it, Dad… work on me… work on me good, I'm so damned hot I need it bad!"

Maybe this is gonna work, Curt thought to himself, his mouth avidly sucking her sweaty cunt. She sure does seem hot for a fucking – hope a good tongue-fuck will make her get her cookies and forget about my cock.

Curt could have simply told her he was too tired to fuck her without giving her the full details why, but his vanity was too great for that. He couldn't stand to have her know he was unable to attain a big hard-on like he usually had for her.

"Ummm," she cried out, her voice shaky with lust, "go ahead and eat it… that's the way, just like you're doing… that's it… now my clit, right on my cli-i-i-t… oh! Oh! Aiiieeee!"

And with that his darling daughter humped her ass against the mattress and hit her screaming peak.

He raised his head but she abruptly jammed her hands on his neck and pushed his face back into the steaming meat. She'd had her climax all right, but she wasn't quite ready to relinquish the hot tongue that gave it to her. She was still working her ass up and down a little – much slower and more relaxed than a few seconds before, but enough for him to know she was in the throes of some little after-orgasms. He allowed her to keep him there.

Damn, he thought to himself, exhausted from his efforts, for once I wish my horny kid didn't have such hot pants. I'm in no shape for this kind of shit. And now that it's over, what a smelly cunt she's got here… shit, she must have creamed all over the inside of her whole snatch from the way it smells!

She finally finished off and took her hand away from his head. She was lying on her side now with the sweat running off her lush curves and her thick black hair in a mess.

"That was great, Dad," she said. "You got me so darned hot I couldn't even wait for your cock. Sorry."

"That's okay, sweety," he magnanimously replied. "I love to bring you off once a while by using just my mouth."

That was close, he thought to himself. For all I know she might be pissed at not having me feed the meat to her. I've lucked out with her, it looks like.

"But Dad," she said, "how about you? Usually I at least give you a good hand job so you can get your nuts off some way – this time I guess I was just so darned hot for having my cunt sucked that I completely forgot about taking care of you."

Before he could answer, she reached for his cock and almost had her hand in his shorts before he could react. He couldn't let her grab it and find out he hadn't shot his wad unless it was hard. And it was far from hard.

"That's okay, Kelly," he blurted, a sickly grin on his face as he hopped out of her reach. "I… uh… you got me so worked up from the way you were carrying on that I shot off in my shorts without even having it touched."

She was pleased and a little flattered at the reaction he described that she didn't push the issue. To enforce his lie, Curt jumped back into his pants and headed out the door.

"I better go up and wash off," he told her, "wouldn't do for Karol to find my shorts full of come, would it?"

She hopped up from bed and dashed to the door, her fully packed boobs rocking heavily on her chest and her long legs flying.

"Wait – a big kiss before you go!" she cried, planting a wet tongue in his mouth. He gave her a big hug and patted her firm, tanned ass as she twisted her naked tits against him during the kiss.

"I better get out of here now," he warned. "Karol's liable to come in any moment."

A few minutes later after he had showered and brushed his teeth, taking care to get rid of the remaining gin-smell, he heard Karol come tripping in. He pretended sleep. He even snored. After all the earlier excitement, he had to make damned sure she didn't want to be fucked along with the rest of the family!

After she was in bed, he felt her moving in a quiet little rhythm. Soon he could even make out the faint splat splat splat of her fingers as she – I'll be damned, he thought to himself, she's giving herself a fucking hand job! Well, better that than expecting me to do her any good tonight. The idea of his wife playing with herself was exciting to him and would have been more so if he had been less exhausted.

After a few minutes of feeling the bed in motion from her movements, he was surprised to hear her slip out of the bed and leave the room.

How about that? he thought to himself. Guess she was afraid she might wake me up, so she's heading for the bathroom to finish herself off there. He rolled over and soon fell asleep, even before Karol returned to bed. So there was no way for him to know how long her little trip had taken.