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Delighted In His Daughter Chapter 7 Pam woke up in her own bed back home and
stretched lazily. She had made the long flight back from Chicago, leaving her
mom behind to stand watch over her sick but lingering grandmother. Her Uncle Joe
had driven her to the airport and seen her off, and Pam could still remember the
grateful twinkle in her uncle's eyes as he kissed her good-bye and pressed a
fifty dollar bill into her hand. "Sure hope to meet you again real soon, honey,"
he had crooned. "You've made an old man happy as a damn boy." She had kissed her
cute uncle back, whispering in his ear that he wasn't old, that he wasn't very
much older than her wonderful daddy. The mention of her father's name had made
her uncle grin. "Say, I'll bet that brother-in-law of mine really has to tie
down his pecker with something like you parading around all the time." "Why,
shame on you, Uncle Joe," she had breathed, "I'm sure daddy never thinks dirty
thoughts the way you do." Her uncle made one of those husky "heh-heh" sounds
that dirty old men are famous for, then lowered his voice to one final bombshell
whisper of information: "Didn't your White Knight papa ever tell you about him
and me and your mom before they were married?" "N-no. What?" "You still got your
sweet little hand on that stack of courthouses? You swear you won't tell?" "I
promise, Uncle Joe!" "Okay, then I guess it's time you got a little more
educated. Your dad and I both used to screw your mom--take turns at it, in fact.
Hell, I was fucking my sis--your own mom--when she was little more than twelve."
"Uncle Joe," Pam had gasped, more in delight than shock. The old lecher grinned
at her. "Don't knock it, baby. You'd be damn lucky if you had a big brother to
take care of that itch all the time. I wanted your mom every hour on the hour
when I was about sixteen or seventeen. I wasn't a bad looking guy then, and your
mom used to groove like a two-bit whore every afternoon after school. Hell, we
did everything in the book in those days. Then she met your dad, and we turned
it into a real fun three-some until they got married." "I--I can't imagine daddy
and mom--" "Look, Miss Priss," her uncle had interrupted, "you don't think your
generation invented sex, do you? Christ, you show me a guy with hair on his
balls, and I'll show you a guy who would fuck his own daughter, given the right
chance." Now, as Pam lay in her bed at home, the words seemed to stand out in
her mind like neon lights: I'll show you a guy who would fuck his own daughter!
She wondered if Hank Pauley and Mae ... The answer seemed very obvious to her.
Of course Mae was letting her own father fuck her! Hadn't Bo told her how Mr.
Pauley had screwed some of Mae's girl friends one afternoon? And that certainly
meant that Mae wasn't sitting on the sidelines like a cheerleader! The idea of a
father-daughter relationship brought Pam wide awake now, and the coned tips of
her more experienced and budding young tits began to firm and point. With her
mom in Chicago, she was alone with her daddy in this big house! As Pam lay in
the bed, her pussy and breasts heating rapidly with erotic thoughts, she heard a
familiar sound. It was a sound she had heard almost every Saturday morning for
as long as she could remember. It was the low, buzzing sound of her daddy's
woodworking tools in the basement. Pam lay thinking for a long time, the buzzing
noise almost imitating the constant drone inside the lips of her wanton young
cunt. For the first time in her life she had a raw, sexual urge to know what her
daddy was like. In short, she knew now that she wanted to fuck him! "But how?"
she whispered to herself, uncertainly. "How on earth will I ever get up the
nerve to ask him!?" She continued lying in bed, thinking things through. She
found herself wishing that she had asked her Uncle Joe how to go about seducing
her own father! And then she remembered how her daddy had stared at Mae Pauley
when she was sun-bathing on the lawn. And how later that same day he hadn't been
able to take his eyes off the girl because she was dressed in that sluttishly
short garment and thin blouse. A motto Pam had heard someplace came singing into
her brazen young mind: It pays to advertise! And Mae Pauley must have learned
that lesson a very long time ago! With a smile perking up her pretty lips, Pam
hopped out of bed and rummaged in her bureau. She had shorts and halters, too,
but even the ones she had worn that first day over to visit Bo didn't seem
daring enough for her! As she rummaged, another idea came into her feverishly
working brain--and then another--and another! In seconds she was down the hall
in her mom's bedroom, pulling out the bottom drawer of her mother's bureau,
looking for the item she knew was there. She found the pair of skimpy black-lace
panties neatly folded under a pile of much more conservative under-garments. Her
daddy had bought the panties once as a joke for her mom, but as far as Pam knew
the lewd things had never been worn. But they were about to be! She hurried back
to her room and dashed out of her pajamas. Then she slipped her slender legs
into the torrid bit of lingerie, pulling the licentious looking panties up
snugly over her hips. She paraded in front of the mirror a time or two, turning
this way and that to see how her firm young buttocks filled out the offensive
garment. And then she slipped into the frilly pink gown which her daddy had
given her last Christmas. Then she got back into bed and picked up the princess
phone by her bed. Her clever father had installed a separate phone in the
basement so that his boss could call him down there without making the other
phones ring all over the house. Pam dialed the number and held the receiver in
her excited and trembling hands as she waited. "Yeah?" her father's voice said
finally. "Daddy! It's me." "Hi, skipper! You up, yet?" "I--I don't feel so good,
daddy. Could you, uh, bring me some orange juice in bed?" "Sure, baby. Hang on
and I'll be right up!" She snapped down the receiver and huddled just under the
thin sheet. She instinctively sprawled her legs a bit apart, feeling a delicious
tingle of anticipation crawl ruttishly along the rim of her minxlike pussy. It
seemed an eternity, but finally she heard him coming along the hallway! The rosy
tips of her tits burned against the filmy gown, making little pointed peaks in
the sheet. Her daddy came into the room bearing an absolutely huge glass of pure
orange juice. He was dressed in his old jeans, which were a little too tight on
him, and the place where his penis rested to the left of his crotch was worn
almost white from the normal pressure of supporting his prick. Pam had seen that
white spot a thousand times before, but today it had a new meaning for her. It
meant that she was, for the first time, consciously aware that her daddy was
hung like a horse! He came over to the bed with a concerned look on his face.
"What's wrong, honey?" he breathed. "Was the plane trip back too much for you?"
She nodded, acting her role to the hilt. "I--I feel funny in my back, daddy.
Could you rub it for me?" "Sure, skipper." She rolled over on her tummy before
he had a chance to pull down the sheet. She wasn't quite ready to let him see
that she was all but naked! He sat down on the edge of the bed and began using
his large, firm fingers to gently massage the upper part of her back. It wasn't
quite satisfactory to get a rubdown with the gown on, and so she asked him to
slip it down. He hesitated for a second, then carefully stripped the thin gown
all the way to her waist. The sheet was still pulled up enough so that he
couldn't notice yet the sultry, black-lace panties. "Rub me good, daddy," she
purred, resting her flushed face on one arm. Once again his fingers dug gingerly
into her firm, creamy young flesh, massaging and manipulating her skin. "Down
the sides a little more," she crooned, softly. Once more his fingers seemed to
hesitate, then he did as she wanted, inching down past her shoulder blades and
into the rib cage, stopping just at the point where her witchy young breasts
started to form. Having her daddy's hands so close to her excitable tits made
Pam tremble with pleasure, and she could feel the pouting lips of her pussy
pressing against the black panties like a mouth! "UUUHHHmmm, that feels so good,
daddy!" "Does it, baby?" "Yes. Do it lower." "Lower?" "Ummmmmm." She almost
smiled as she felt his blunt, male fingertips fumbling down the small of her
back to her waist. He rubbed her a few times there. "Feel better?" he breathed,
a little huskily. "Yes, but lower, daddy. Lower." Still he hesitated, and she
could hear his uneven breathing above her. "Please, daddy," she mewed,
kittenishly, "sitting on that old plane has made me sore all over." His voice
came back like a ragged edge of broken glass. "Baby, if I could, I'd rub you all
over, but--" "But what, daddy?" "Well, I ..." His words trailed off into a
breathy whisper, and to help him decide what he could or could not do, she
reached behind her and deftly yanked down the sheet past her cutely humped
buttocks. She heard his throaty gasp. "Where the hell did you, uh, are those
your mom's--?" When he broke off, Pam grinned. "Rub me," she hissed softly,
making the hiss as innocent but urgent sounding as she dared! Once more his
fingers dug into her flesh, but this time he moved gently into the pantied area
covering her spicy ass. She could feel his stroking hands fumbling uncertainly
along the curves of her buttocks, then dabbing and rubbing more firmly as her
warm rear end responded with pleasure. "Oh, I love that, daddy," she purred. He
kept massaging, moving his fingertips closer and closer to the mouth-watering
crease between the cheeks of her teenaged ass, roiling the tempting hillocks of
her lower butt the way a baker works dough. "Lower," she whispered from the
pillow. He knew then. She knew he knew! Without a word, he slowly inched his
dabbing fingers lower and lower, until he was actually dimpling his thumbs
against the lower part of her pussy! "OOOooohhh, daddy!" His thumbs seemed to
grow larger and he worked them even lower, pawing the moist area of her cunt,
close to her anus. Her ambitious little twat opened hotly, throbbing madly! She
could feel her clitoris rising hard and wet at the upper extreme of her pussy
... Then her father did the thing she'd hoped he would do. He hooked his index
fingers into the top of the black, sexy panties and pulled them down! Her naked,
rosy young butt would have made a saint horny! His fingers came greedily back to
her pooching rear, and this time there was no pretense at what he felt. He
massaged her beautiful, fourteen-year-old ass until it was glowing! And then she
heard the magic word from her daddy, a word which came out of his lips with a
hoarse rasp: "Lower?" "YES!!" She lifted her burning cunt up off the sheet, and
he slipped his palmed hand snugly down between her legs. Immediately her pussy
grew hotter and damper against his hand, and as he rubbed the hair-lined
cuntlips she moaned softly with joy. He played with her snatch until she was on
the brink of an orgasm, and then she rolled over away from him. Her naked body
lay before him like a feast for a starved man, and she watched his eyes glitter
with the same kind of lust she had seen in the Pauley males, and in her Uncle
Joe and Willy. Her daddy was a man after all! He swallowed hard, and she saw the
tip of his tongue move uncertainly along his lower lip. He was so handsome and
sexy looking that she felt a deep and abnormal ache in the core of her wanton
young slit! "Jesus, baby," he husked, softly, "are we sure we know what the hell
we're doing this morning?" She took a deep breath, the words slurring out of her
throat like tiny flames. "Fuck me, daddy--fuck me good!" His mature male mouth
twitched in a helpless grin. "Your mom would kill us both!" he managed hoarsely.
Pam grinned wickedly up into his face, her thighs sprawled invitingly apart to
show her already wet and hungry pussy. "Mom isn't here, daddy. So what do we
care what she doesn't know!" Nobody could have denied the lusty logic of that!
To clinch the situation, Pam sat up on her elbows and reached over between her
daddy's legs. The white spot to the left of his crotch was bulging now, and the
outline of his large cock pulsed outward. Pam touched his sheathed penis with
the tips of her fingers, lightly measuring the length of his virile tool. His
big prick vibrated under her teasing caress. "God," he groaned, licking his lips
again as he alternated in staring at her whorish teenaged cunt and at the way
her experienced fingers were toying and pressuring the big dick to come out of
hiding. "Take it out, daddy," she pleaded, hotly, "I want to suck it before you
fuck me." It was the last straw! He reached both of his hands up and quickly
unzipped his fly. He started to dig into his shorts, but she pushed his hand
away and substituted her own. Her nimble little fingers explored deep inside his
open jeans, and in seconds she had pulled his stallion-sized penis forward out
of his fly. It was a long large bar of iron in her hand, and she stroked it
playfully as it turned even more rigid under her touch. "It's so big," she
murmured, the cheeks of her face turning a deep pink with excitement. His prick
throbbed stiffly in her fingers, the veins puffing out and the large, perfectly
formed head turning a deep coral color from such lustful stimulation. With one
liquid movement of her craned neck, she bent over and took the meatus of her
daddy's stout cock between her lips. She sucked the delicious morsel for a few
seconds, running her wet and furry tongue in circles over the smooth bulb. He
groaned, and put his hand over her quivering pussy once again, rubbing her hole
impatiently! She had intended just to taste his boldly erected cock, but it felt
so warm and hard in her mouth that she rode it deeper into her throat. It filled
her like a thick club, and the musky male odor of him excited her so much that a
prickling of goosebumps popped out along her thighs. "Suck it, honey," he
whispered. "I like it!" She ovaled her lips as widely as she could, then went
down on him until the tip of her nose was touching against his flat stomach, and
her chin was pressed against the zipper of his jeans. When she came back up, she
left the whole column of his aroused prick gleaming with her saliva. The second
her lips slipped off the bursting, ridged head of his dick, he stood up and
raked his jeans off. Then he took off his shirt and came back to her the way she
wanted him, a naked, strong, mature man with nine solid inches of cunt-pleasing
prick! They rolled together on the small bed, making the springs shriek softly
as their legs and arms entwined. Pam circled her arms around her father's broad
back, hugging his chest against her swollen young tits. At the same time he
forced her legs apart with his knee, and pulled her head back with one hand as
he planted his mouth firmly over her own. He kissed his daughter as if she were
some adolescent whore he had bought off the street! Pam moaned as she felt his
roguish tongue burrowing deep into her throat. She sucked back at him, moving
her hands up to his earlobes and pulling at them while their mouths made obscene
slurping noises. She could feel his beautiful big prick throbbing hard against
her tummy, and she wanted it to do that inside her cunt! To attain her end, she
opened her legs and crawled them hotly, brazenly up over his strong buttocks
leaving her pussy yawning wide for the invasion of his incestuous tool. But her
father was even more experienced than she was when it came to fucking a hot
little mare like her He grasped both of her legs just under her knees, and
forced her to hook her legs over his shoulders. At the same time he stretched
his own hairy legs back behind him until his feet were braced at the bottom of
the bed and his prick was sticking out in a direct line with her slavering young
twat. Then, like the aroused bull he had become, her daddy thrust his sturdy
cock deep into her welcoming cunt. The stiff column of flesh went squishing
between the folds of her pussy like a small baseball bat! "AAAHHH!" she yelped.
He thrust again, and this time his prick rode up to the balls inside her. With
her legs hooked over his shoulders, there was no escape for Pam from the
hammering, pounding big cock. All she could do was hang like a wanton monkey
against his strong body as the powerful strokes and thrusts turned her already
heated cunt into a fiery oven of lust. His horny tool made a lewd clucking noise
as it jabbed in and out between her legs, and his nuts slapped harshly against
the bottom of her buttocks. Pam felt the flooding pleasure of being lecherously
fucked by her own father. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying
desperately to hold back the orgasm that was bulleting up from the very core of
her thighs. But it was no use. The rapture was too intense to deny. As her legs
and feet flopped crazily against her daddy's back and shoulders, her pussy
detonated with a string of wildly throbbing spasms of juicy thrills. Her cunt
muscles clasped the stabbing prick, holding and squeezing it with such furious
lust that she literally forced the sperm from his balls! She felt one or two
tentative spurts of hot cream, and then it was as if a floodgate had been opened
inside her pussy. A hot torrent of balm flooded high up into her womb,
smothering her with joy! As his passionately aroused penis continued to squirt
inside of her, she reached down with both hands and dug her fingers into the
sweaty cheeks of his manly ass. She had found something at last to really hang
onto! To be continued...
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