Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

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."