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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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