Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

Daphne closed her eyes and lay back, feeling his bigness within herself. She pulsated and quivered from the rapid spread of nerve-tingling sparks that seemed to literally shoot through her cunt and then on down her legs. Her tits seemed to burn. Her cunt seemed to ache. And her whole body throbbed with desire, crying out to be filled with the veritable flaming lava of his sticky hot come-sauce.

She began to pound up and down like some sort of a sexual jackhammer, reverberating with ever-increasing fervor. Up and down, up and down the greasy phallus went. The little girl shook wildly, ecstatically. Before she knew what was happening, she could feel an orgasm taking possession of her body. She throbbed and thrashed on the bed, pinned beneath her father and helpless to resist the onslaught of his cock. She was creaming, she was coming, she was having an orgasm!

She lay back, moaning softly at the thought of the experience. Oh, God, that had been good. She'd been to bed with dozens of boys, and they'd all been good, but none of them had ever been nearly as good as her own father. He was older, he'd been around longer, and that meant that he knew more ways of turning on a chick.

And the fact that he was her father, and not just any old guy, had significance for her as well. It meant that there was that added touch of intimacy in it, that little extra bit of feeling and sensual tenderness.

Daphne, had come to what was indeed the moment of truth in her sex life. She was fully aware now that sex with her father was infinitely more enjoyable, thoroughly more rewarding than sex with a bunch of rowdy, dirty teenage boys. She silently resolved to herself that from this moment on she would have sex with no man but her father… and that she would have sex with him as often as possible! She told him this, and he seemed to be very pleased to hear her saying it.

Hamilton Burns kissed his daughter softly. "Yes, darling," he told her, "thanks to my wonderful secretary I've come to realize that you and your sister Tricia are really ready for some nice grown-up sex. But I want you and your sister both to promise me that you'll never go to bed with anybody but me from now on. Because I love you both very much, Daphne, and I want to have you both all to myself!"

"I promise, Daddy," the little girl whispered, and she genuinely meant it. It was a promise that she would be very happy to keep, for it seemed to Daphne as though a lifetime of fucking and sucking with her big strong father would be the best of all possible worlds. "I promise," she repeated solemnly.

"I'm glad to hear it," he replied, and gave her soft rump an affectionate swat. "Now take your cloches and get upstairs and go to bed. You're a growing girl, and you've got to get plenty of sleep if you want to grow up big and strong. Good night, Daphne."

Daphne giggled, feeling three or four years younger than she actually was. She felt as though she were closer to her father now than she had ever been before, and she wanted that closeness to go on and on forever!

She got out of the bed obediently and began to scoop her clothing up off the floor where she'd put it. She had to bend over to pick them up, when she did so she was offering her father a magnificent view of her delightfully well-rounded ass. He swatted it again for luck and then sank back onto the bed. "Oh, and one thing more, Daphne," he called out in a lordly manner as his young daughter began to leave the room.

She turned back, and there was adoration in her eyes again. "Yes, Daddy?" she whispered breathlessly. "What is it?"

He grinned at her. "Before you go ups unlatch the bathroom door and send your sister to me. It's going to be her turn next!"

For a second Daphne hesitated. She didn't get off on the thought of sharing her father with big sister. Tricia was older than Daphne and better looking, and the little blonde girl was certain that in a sexual competition between the two of them she would have to come off second best to Tricia.

But she remembered her promise to her father, her promise to obey his every order unquestioningly. She blew him a kiss from across the room, whispered a final affectionate good-night, and then turned to go. A moment later she was gone.

Hamilton Burns sank back onto the softness of the day bed and closed his eyes. This was good. This was fucking damn good, he thought to himself. He felt better than he'd felt in years, possibly batter than he'd ever felt before in his life. It seemed to him now as though having sex with his daughters was the one true happiness that he had been searching for all his life, and that he had never found up until now.

But now that he had found it he certainly wasn't going to waste any time making the most of it.

He detected a movement at the other end of the room, and he turned to see who was there, even though he knew without looking that it was his other daughter, Tricia.

"Come in, Tricia," he said to her quietly.

It had been extremely humiliating for Tricia to have been pushed into the bathroom by her father and then latched in, held captive. The latch on the outer side of the door had been put there many years ago by her father. When Tricia and Daphne had been very little girls their father had occasionally punished one or both of them by spanking them and then locking them inside the bathroom, in the dark for several hours. The bathroom was big enough for someone to take a shit comfortably, but not much else. It was dark and smelly and crowded and extremely humiliating. It reminded Tricia of the many times that she had been punished as a little girl, and hot tears of anger washed down her grief stricken face as the memories returned for the first time in so many years.

After what seemed like an eternity in that darkness there was a scrabbling at the latch, and then the door was opened, throwing a blast of light into the tiny room and temporarily blinding her. When Tricia could see again she discovered that Daphne was standing in the doorway. It seemed to the red haired girl that her younger sister had an extremely odd look on her face, an expression that Tricia couldn't read at all.

"Daddy told me to tell you that he wants to see you now," the blonde girl announced. "He's in the den." Dropping her voice to a friendly whisper, Daphne added: "Don't worry, Trish, it's okay. Just do whatever he tells you to do and everything will be all right from now on." And then a moment later Daphne was gone and Tricia was alone again.

The poor girl simply had no idea whatsoever of what to make of all this. She found herself walking zombie-like towards the room where her father was. What sort of diabolical fate, she asked herself, would her father have waiting for her there? What sort of punishment that her father had devised for her when she was younger, and again she felt as though she were a little girl again. She hated the thought. She had had a horrid childhood. That was why she had been in such a hurry to grown up, in such a hurry to prove herself a mature woman by fucking every cock in sight: because she wanted to get away from that miserable childhood as quickly as possible and become a fully-grown, adult young, woman. But the sheer degradation of having been locked inside the bathroom for so long had had an adverse effect upon her. Now she was beginning to feel like a helpless little girl all over again.

She left the bathroom, shaking and uneasy, and went to the den as she had been instructed by Daphne. Her father awaited her there. "Come in, Tricia," he instructed her calmly. "Do come in and close the door behind yourself. I'd like to have a few words with you, if you don't mind, that is."

Meekly, submissively the trembling redhead closed the door and stood miserably before her male parent, awaiting the punishment that she knew she so richly deserved.