Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

Tricia gently kissed her daddy's fingers. She caressed his arm, then closed her eyes slowly in erotic contentment, then opened them and looked up at her adoring father dreamily. She wanted this moment to last forever, to go on for all eternity. She kissed his hand once more, sucking on the skin slightly and nibbling it ever so gently with her sharp-little teeth. Then she gently drew across her shoulder and down until it touched the ripe throbbing swell of her young, girlish tits.

Hamilton could feel the soft silken texture of her breasts. His body shook with excitement at the nearness of this lovely young daughter of his. He ached to grab hold of those delicious knockers. He bent slowly, and brought his hungering mouth down upon the delicious nipple, teasing the soft brown nipple until it was red-hot and hard as a rock. Keeping his hand on her tits, he guided her slowly towards the day bed, the bed that had so recently groaned in protest beneath the weight of Hamilton and his other daughter Daphne. Hamilton Burns could feel his cock throbbing against the confinement of his trousers, longing to be set free. He hugged her sweet little body and ran his hands softly over her lush lithe curvaceousness.

Damn, she felt good, Hamilton thought to himself. Her flesh was maddening to him, so soft and yet at the same time so firm. Her tits and her ripe thighs were taut, yet infinitely soft to the older man's touch.

She parted her lips as he kissed her. She allowed his tongue to roam across her face as lustily as his hands were caressing her trembling body. "Ummm," she sighed deliriously as he tongue-fucked her mouth. "Ummm, that feels good, Daddy, do it some more!"

Her hands had been on his shoulders, but now they dropped to his trousers and began to undo the fly that held his big cock captive. It popped out, glistening and ready for action. Hamilton's cock stood bolt upright short and stubby but fantastically broad. Some girls might have turned up their noses at a dick that was overly thick instead of overly long, especially in this day and age when such a premium is placed on the length of a man's organ. Fortunately, however, Tricia was sufficiently well-versed in the sexual arts to know that it is not the length of the thing that is important but its thickness. This is because practically all of a girl's sexual sensation is on the outer edge of her vagina, rather than on the inside. So Tricia was delighted to see that her father's donger was big in all the right places. She smiled at the huge knob on the end of his cock. She reached for the prick as he climbed into the bed.

His hands came at her tits and her pussy. He cupped and caressed her tits as his hard finger slipped quickly into her cunt and explored the crevices and crannies of the moist internal passage. He fingered her pussy deeply and thoroughly, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he stroked into her with ever-increasing fervor. At the same time his other hand fondled her tingling breasts and fingered her nipples into hot stinging hardness.

Tricia writhed in delicious agony as he worked her into a frenzy of sexual anguish. She pumped his cock rapidly now, the wide blunt rod heating up as she stroked it, gathering more and more speed with every passing second.

"Oh, Daddy!" the girl breathed hotly, "I want to be fucked! I want that big cock of yours to spread me open and rip me apart! I want to feel it swell inside of me, I want to feel it shake and tremble as it shoots into my pussy!"

He held her down in order to get his cock all the way up inside her hot steaming pussy-hole. He forced the monstrously wide head of the thing into her quivering vestibule and held it there for a moment.

Tricia could feel her cunt stretch deliciously. She tensed while he began to shove the huge, bulging hard knob past her clit and into the moist inner passage of her twat-tunnel. Tricia sighed delightfully from the sensation of the tiling inside herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on the delicious sensations that the thing was causing within her young body. It suddenly occurred to her that this was far and away the best fuck that she had ever had from any man, and in her case that was really saying a hell of a lot… Tricia swore to herself that from now on she wanted to be fucked by her father only. She was through with giggling teenage boys and their half-formed dicks forever. From now on she wanted only a grown man. She wanted only her own father.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy!" she moaned, "Fuck me harder! Screw me harder than you ever did before!"

Her father fucked her harder…

The next day was a Saturday, which meant that not only were both the girls home from school, but their father was staying home from the office. Both of the girls had compared notes with each other about their encounters with their father the night before, and now they both felt sure that, as long as everything was out in the open now, they could both look forward to an entire day of fucking and sucking with their dear old dad. It would add an element of spice to the relationship, what with both of them in bed with him at the same time, since up until now they had only had him individually.

"Just think of it," Daphne was telling her older sister excitedly as they both were on the way downstairs to join their father for breakfast, "with the three of us all fucking and sucking together it has to be a really interesting day!" And Tricia couldn't help but agree that her sister was probably right.

As soon as they got downstairs, however, it appeared that things were not quite going to be as they had originally planned. Their father was nowhere to be seen, and taped prominently to the door of the refrigerator was a note in their father's handwriting that only served to make things that much more confusing.

"Dear girls," the note read, "have gone to the train station to pick up your Uncle Paul who is coming to town on business. He'll stay at our place for as long as he's here. I should be home around five." The two girls finished reading the note and then looked at each other, each of them feeling about a half a dozen different thoughts simultaneously.

"Daddy's bringing Uncle Paul home!" Daphne crowed with delight. "That ought to be really interesting. Then there'll be two cocks for us to suck, instead of one. I can hardly wait until he gets here."

But Tricia looked much more thoughtful. "I don't think this is good news at all, Daphne," she announced. "You're not old enough to remember Uncle Paul, but I am. He's a very uptight kind of gay, who probably looks down on every kind of sex unless it's between man and wife. What I'm afraid will happen is: not only Uncle Paul refuse to fuck us, but he's going to find some way to keep Daddy from fucking us too. And he'll probably make Daddy feel really guilty about screwing us, which means that even after our Uncle Paul goes home Daddy won't want to play with us any more."

Daphne looked dumbfounded, as though somebody had just told her she had two weeks to live, "Gee, Tricia," she quavered, and her youthful face was awash with genuine concern, "do you really think that that will happen to us? Just when everything was getting to be so good between Daddy and us, too! Are you really sure about it?"

The older girl nodded reluctantly, remembering what her Uncle Paul had been like the last time she had met him, more than ten years ago. Uncle Paul had been an ex-vaudevillian, cracking jokes and singing terrible songs while smoking a big black cigar. One of the hallmarks of his act had been that he had absolutely refused to do any material that was even faintly suggestive, no matter how much pressure he got from theatre managers to "spice up" his act. It seemed to Tricia that any man who was reluctant to do something as harmless as tell suggestive jokes to paying customers would certainly not be the kind of guy who would be in a big hurry to jump into bed with his own nieces, even though those nieces were two of the best-looking little girls for miles around. It looked to Tricia as though things had taken a turn for the worse.