Chuck Selwyn - Sleep-In For Daddy

«T — true, then,» Mary gasped. «It's really true; you've been balling them next door!»

«And loving it,» her mother said, moving close to sit on the arm of the sofa. «You'll love it, too.»

Jerry whispered to Lester, «She's no cherry, but she hasn't come with a guy yet. That leaves it up to you, man. You can be the first to really thrill her.»

«She knows, now,» Lester answered softly, «so I guess I have to. Old- fashioned and uptight, huh? I'll show that kid.»

And on the sofa, Mary was moving uncertainly away from her mostly naked mother, tugging at the hand Angela still held.

«Now wait a minute! I didn't say I'd get involved in anything — I didn't — «

Debbie flipped the towel from around her waist, exposing the dark glory of her mound, and as her daughter's eyes were drawn to it, she took a grip on Mary's other wrist. «You're already involved, dear. You have to be, or everything could fall apart, and I'm not about to give up all the sweet loving I've been getting.» Lifting her voice, she called, «Les! Jerry! Come on out here and give us a hand.»

Moving robotlike, his eyes fixed upon the piquant body of his small daughter, seeing the shock and fear in her face. But the man's prick was bulging against the restriction of his pants, Jerry saw. Lester worked his zipper as he neared the sofa, and kicked off his slacks. His cock leaped out, fuller and longer than Jerry had ever seen it.

«No!» Mary Carter whispered. «Oh no — I–I'm afraid, daddy.»

«Take off her leans,» Debbie said sharply, as her husband seemed to hesitate for a moment. «Go ahead, Les — pull them down her legs, quick!»

He was a mechanical man, bending jerkily to fumble at the waist of his daughter's jeans, his swollen prick bobbing. Jerry came slowly into the room, shedding his robe along the way, but Mary hadn't seen him; she was staring mesmerized at her daddy's erect shaft, at that glowing head with the droplet of fluid oozing over its reddened tip. Lester pulled at the girl's pants and peeled them away. She tried to keep her legs together and fought against the women who were holding her wrists.

Mary wore panties, brief, tight little things that snugged the outline of her tiny snatch. Lester's hand shook as he hooked fingers into the elastic and broke it, as he jerked down the undies. Then the man paused, struck by the sight of his young girl's unshielded pussy, and Jerry didn't blame him. Mary's mound shone with red hair, feathery and dainty, its curls scattered only lightly across the adorable vee of a childlike vulva, and it was positioned appealingly between the slender, milky thighs.

Her dad's voice was taut and scratchy as he said, «Hold her, damn it! Pull her back and hold her down.» The girl squirmed off the sofa, and her mother came down beside her, clinging to one arm; Angela pinned the other one above Mary's head, and Jerry saw that they weren't going to try and take off her shirt. Her bottom was bare, and for now, that would be enough, for now Lester was desperate with the urgency swelling in his balls, with the hungry throbbing of his cock. Now that the first move had been made for him, Lester Carter was fiercely determined to fuck his daughter, to force his stiff meat into the sweet little snatch that had been taboo to him for all his life. He wasn't going to let it get away.

Arching her back and rolling her narrow hips from side to side, her eyes big and frightened, Mary tried to hold her thighs together, but her father jammed a knee between hers and pried them apart. His hand cupped the delectable vee of her little girl cunt, and he seemed to be in a trance as she writhed her crotch into his questing palm.

Then Lester was in between the slightly modeled legs, one hand pressing down upon his daughter's smooth belly to hold her in place, the other steering the distended bulb of his prick into the shuddering mound of the fragile pussy. All of them watched him, their eyes fixed intently upon that polished knob as it settled into the delicate little snatch. When Mary felt its spongy pressure, she gasped and a shudder wracked her slim body, but her father pushed and pushed again, working the tip of his leaking glans into the fiery heat of that little used cunt.

The man's eyes were glazed with the urgency of his passion, his mouth open and his teeth clenched. Staring down to see his cockhead half buried into the girl's tremulous mound inflamed him even more, and his next shove was much stronger, powerful enough to slide the bud up inside the pink, tight lips. Mary jerked convulsively then, and the reflexive movement served to slide her daddy's hard cock farther up into her narrow gash.

«Baby,» he breathed, «oh my beautiful little baby — so tight and hot, so sweet and juicy — oh darling, Mary darling — «

Lester's shaft disappeared into the fearful clench of her girlish vagina, eased in until his stem was tight against her labia, and those rosy lips were stretched wide around its bulk. His balls came to rest in the hairless crack of his daughter's diminutive ass, and the man was fucking her, all the years of pent-up lust boiling out at once, all the dark and denied needs being fulfilled. She twisted upon his first lingering stroke, and quivered as he backed out for another one.

Moving around so that he could look down into the girl's pixielike face, Jerry watched the tenseness there, and perhaps was the first to see the other emotions that passed over it. There was shock and something like hurt, but something else was appearing — a swiftly growing excitement that dampened Mary's mouth and made her eyelids flutter, that expanded her tiny nostrils and caused a pulse to hammer in the slim ivory column of her throat.

Angela saw it, too, and released the wrist she had been holding immobile upon the sofa pillow. Debbie was too deeply engrossed in watching her husband screw their daughter, her eyes avidly upon the slow and loving thrusting of his prick within the girl's immature vagina and her nipples standing out stiffly in the centers of her creamy globes.

«Let her go,» Jerry said. «Debbie, let her go, so she can hold him. Can't you see that she wants to fuck him back?»

Mary's arms went up to encircle her father's neck, to draw him down to her open, panting mouth. Against his lips she said, «Daddy, daddy — oohh! It feels so different from Freddie's thing. Oh, daddy, it feels good — wonderful! Ah — don't be afraid to stick it deeper — deeper! Yes, like that — oh my sweet daddy, fuck me, fuck me!»

«Baby!» he gasped. «Baby girl — such a sweet young cunt, all tight and burning. Darling, baby, sweetheart — ahh! Ahh!»

Lester's ass heaved up and down, rolling as he fed the meat into his daughter's suctioning pussy, and the girl bent her knees to slide her feet closer, so she could lift her thinly bearded snatch and meet his strokes.

Her arms fell away from his neck then, and her hands raced up and down her dad's sweating back, lingering upon the moving cheeks of his ass and clawing there as her orgasm gathered force within the seething depths of her intensely aroused vagina, as the power began to concentrate into the receiving center of her clit.

«Fuck, fuck, fuck!» she chanted. «Your prick in me — oh your daddy-cock sliding inside my pussy — it's so good I can't stand it. Can't take it any longer, daddy — oh! Oh! I — it's happening to me, really happening to me, and I'm going to come, come, COME!»

Mary thrummed like a guitar string, her taut muscles vibrating in a wild, all-encompassing ecstasy that ripped her body. Shrieking, she chewed into her father's shoulder and dug her fingernails savagely into his straining buttocks, pounding her crotch up against his pelvis and wringing her feverish pussy around the surging of his stiff shaft.

Caught up in the furious release of his daughter's first climax, Lester hammered wildly at her clenching snatch and let go with his own ejaculation. Jerry caught his breath, knowing what a tremendous release it must be for the man, realizing that the hosing of thick, heavy semen must be like a powerful jet raining come inside the snug, constricted sheath of the girl's near virginal cunt. Lester twitched and trembled, folding slowly forward to sag upon the small, yet writhing body, locked adoring between the grip of her slim young thighs.