Grace Wilkinson - Aunt Dorothy book II

"Lee!" he cried, "Oh my God…my God,baby…what are you doing? What have I done? What's happening?"

Lee simply smiled, a bit nervously and reaching forward, grabbed hold of her father's erected penis. Art's hand instantly went down to remove her hand, but she clung to his thick rod with determination.

"Christ where's Dorothy… what are you doing here child?"

"I heard what you said, Daddy…" Lee said, quickly… she was afraid he was going to toss her out any minute. "You were dreaming about me weren't you?"

Art sat open-mouthed, momentarily abandoning his struggle with Lee's hand on his cock… it only seemed to be making it embarrassingly bigger anyway, he noted. "No…" he protested, still groggy from his deep sleep. "No… I was… it was… the shack… the…" Suddenly he paused, looking at his daughter as if it were for the first time. Her nakedness became apparent to him, as he could feel her small round buttocks pressing nakedly against his thighs. Her breasts stared defiantly back at him. His new wife, Dorothy, was nowhere in sight.

"You!" he said accusingly… All his dreams had been right… all the suspicions he'd dared not even contemplate were correct. "You… it was you!!"

Lee nodded assent, and began a quick up and down motion on her father's still hardened penis. Expertly, she pulled down the soft foreskin and let the enormous head pull upwards toward the ceiling. Art fell backwards as if mortally wounded. "You…" he muttered, almost to himself… He sounded as though he was in a state of shock: "You put something in my coffee… that night… you sent the notes… you spied on your Aunt Dorothy and me…"

"Well, you were making so much noise in the den… I couldn't help but hear…" Lee said, "and then I watched!" Her hand was moving faster on her father's prick now and she noted that he was doing nothing at all to stop her. She heard him gasp "… and you…!"

"Yes, Daddy…" she said, "… you fucked me, your own daughter… and you're the first man who ever did it too!" Her father groaned and Lee heard him sob. She couldn't see his face very well in the darkness, and she wondered if he was crying. He hadn't said anything for a long time, but his cock was pulsing hotly in her hand… as she moved it up and down with a now steady, concentrated motion.

She could feel perspiration standing out all over her body, and she tried hard not to think about what could possibly happen next. Whatever happened, she told herself, would happen!

Her father was no doubt thinking of all the evil things she and her brother had done but he didn't know the half of it yet, she thought! Perhaps he would have sent her away to reform school… she had read somewhere that blackmail was in some states punishable by death… she wondered vaguely if Pennsylvania was one of them. But her Daddy wouldn't do that to her, she thought… he couldn't possibly do that to his own little girl! Just to help things out, she tried to make her motions on his wonderful big cock extra good, tried to do it as best she could. When she saw that his entire body was shaking, she realized she was doing a good job.

Art lay back in helpless surrender, his entire being dazed, save for the intense sensation that centered at his ever hardening penis… which throbbed unmercifully beneath his daughter's thighs. His confusion dulled eyes observed her through slanted lids. The perfection of her rosy tinted nudity appeared like a vision before his wondering eyes. She was so completely, lovely, so young and fresh! He knew that she wanted him to fuck her again, and yet he was equally certain that he shouldn't… although God knew he wanted to!

"It was all a dreadful mistake…" he told her now. "You can't have known what you were doing… I can't believe that…"

"Oh Daddy… please!" Lee responded. "Please… I want you to… I… please… let's do it… again!"

Lee felt a renewed desire for her father surge through her as his fleshy thickness filled her small palms, and the tip of his cock began to glisten with droplets of excited seminal moisture.

She leaned forward and let her lips caress the tip of it, removing with her tongue the tiny drops of his rising cream. Above her, Art groaned and reached out for her. Grabbing her up by the arms he pulled her over him once more. She fell upon him, her small, firm breasts bouncing onto his hairy chest. She wriggled a little and felt him shiver beneath her small weight, and then his hands were roaming all over her, hungrily touching her everywhere… big and paw-like they clung hotly to her young flesh, while he murmured strange sounds into her hair. Lee began to respond by kissing his face, by letting her tongue fill his mouth, which was now open as he gasped at the wonderful feel of her. Below, she could feel his hard erect penis nudging against her pubic mound… sighing, she ground herself down upon it, pressuring it flat against her. It felt like a big log lying there at the base of her belly, and she marveled at the thought that its monstrous enormity had ever been inside her. But she reminded herself again that it was possible, and that it was what she wanted more than anything in the world!

Panting, Art took the small white mountains of his daughter's breasts in his heavy palms, and began to softly knead them… they felt like warm delicate birds, tender and delicate and he was afraid of crushing them… but his young daughter began to moan and respond to his hands, he began to squeeze them tighter and tighter, feeling the little nipples become like tiny rock formations beneath his fingers. He thought his cock was going to burst, right there against her tender belly. He could feel the soft blonde hairs of her naked little pussy slipping against the rod of his prick as she squirmed above him… Haltingly, he asked, not believing his words, not understanding how he could be doing such a thing: "Do you really want me to…?"

"Oh yes, daddy, more than anything… more than anything!" she replied, moaning as his hands crushed heavily now on her small but voluptuously shaped mounds.

"ALL RIGHT!" he heard himself saying… and his voice sounded like that of a stranger. "Spread your legs!" His tone was harsh and urgent, as though he had to do this thing quickly, had to get it over with before he even fully realized the full extent of his actions.

Trembling, little Lee spread her legs out so far that her toes touched the far sides of the bed. Suddenly, she found herself being flipped over onto her back, and she lay breathless, spreading her legs again in anticipation. He was over her, kneeling between her thighs, moving upward toward her. Dimly she could see the excited length of his hardened cock sticking up between his legs. She closed her eyes… in seconds she knew she would be impaled by her own father's wonderful cock… any moment she would know the absolute bliss she had known that night in the shack. His hands were shoving underneath her buttocks and pulling them up… suddenly she felt something being forced under her small, firmly rounded buttocks… it was a pillow. She lay, pelvis tilted toward the ceiling, legs spread in a mute offering to him. She felt more naked than she had ever been, more completely exposed than she had thought possible. Then his finger was touching her there, searching for the tiny entrance to her pussy, moving quickly, sliding up and around.

"Oooooooooooh," she moaned, as bright tingling thrills raced from the glistening wet petals of her cunt. Everywhere his finger touched she was instantly on fire. Opening her eyes slightly, she could see that his eyes were closed too as his finger explored her intimate sex. She bucked her hips upward a little, groaning, and felt his thigh dig into and slip into her small vagina.

"Aaaa!" she cried. "Oh, Daddy!" His finger moved up into her, pushing back the rippling folds of inner flesh, carrying delightful sensations with it that made her want to cry from joy. "Daddy Daddy Daddy!" she cried out, jiggling her hips up still further, until his finger was implanted fully within the small inner crevice nestled up between her young milk-white thighs.