DADDY`s PLAYTHING PART 1

From the backstage wings of the Lucky Nuggett lounge-stage Victor Redgrave studied Sherry Trent (that was her stage name) as she held the boozed and gambling-weary Las Vegas audience spellbound. Even at sixteen, his daughter Sherry had stage presence that some veteran singers might envy. Guitar in hand, her fringed, white western attire so tight-fitting it had the male members of the audience open-mouthed, Sherry held the entire audience in a near-hypnotic trance. Charisma, some critics called it. Victor knew it was sex-appeal. Whatever it was, Sherry had it — in spades — that and an incredible vocal talent that had raised her Nevada price to four-thousand dollars a week.

Sherry possessed a rare if not unique combination of qualities that ensured her success. To wives in the audience she was as naive and wholesome as a TV margarine commercial, while to male viewers she was sex personified. Yes, there probably wasn’t a normal male in the audience who secretly didn’t want to fuck Sherry Trent, ravage and devour every curve and swell of her ripe, young body. But their chances of realizing this dream were next to impossible, for Victor Redgrave, Sherry’s business manager and father, had been taking care of that department for some time now — in fact, ever since Sherry was twelve. With regularity. Their relationship made Lolita look like something out of Alice in Wonderland.
Sherry had just finished a haunting, slow version of the ballad Brown Eyes with the stage dark and a single spotlight on her; now she was finishing her final forty-five minute act of the night with a bright, up-tempo rendition of Wabash Cannon Ball. The audience was clapping its hands in time to the music. After Sherry’s soul-rendering Brown Eyes, there probably wasn’t a dry female eye in the crowd, nor a dry male crotch either. Sherry pranced about, inviting the audience to join in, her stage-smile fixed but sincere as her rump wagged and her breasts bounced. Happy, fast dosing tunes were common with any act. In Sherry’s case they were nearly essential. They gave the hard-ons of the males a chance to fade away.
The black, velvet curtain began descending and Sherry blew kisses to her “wonderful audience” and thanked her accompaniment, The Sunbeams, for a terrific job. The Sunbeams were a semi-competent trio who traveled with Sherry wherever she played and, thanks to Victor’s sound business principles, earned the minimum rate of pay. They were Rex, on guitar; Joel, on drums, and Phil, fender bass. Thanking them at the close of the act always drew out the applause, which was a good tactic, but they might as well have been The Moonbeams or any other kind of beams because they didn’t matter.
Sherry Trent was the whole show.
The stagehands quickly moved the risers out of the way in preparation for the next act and Victor led his slightly perspiring daughter out the stagedoor and into the coffee shop of the Lucky Nuggett for a snack before retiring for the night. Sherry greeted the small group of fans who had assembled outside the door, signed a few autographs, and then she and her father settled into a booth and ordered the dietetic special which consisted of a hamburger patty and cottage cheese and hardboiled eggs and other high-protein foods calculated to keep an up-and-coming star from getting overweight.
“Good audience,” she said to her father as she sipped her nonfat milk. Victor drank Sanka.
“Yes,” he agreed, “for a week-night they were nice and responsive. The closing number was a little too fast, though. I’ll have to speak to Rex about that tomorrow. Aside from that, every thing went fine.” Sherry seemed tired. When their food arrived, they ate in silence. Then Victor paid the check and they went to Sherry’s dressing room where she changed into street clothes and went upstairs to Victor’s room. They always rented two rooms wherever they went, but Sherry always stayed with her father… Now Sherry watched herself as she shed her clothes until she was completely naked. She liked to view her firm, young body in mirrors wherever they stayed, which was all across the country. She liked to palm her high, full breasts and run her hands over the curve of her hips and thighs. She knew she was sexy and men wanted her and she was pleased that she was a success at the age of sixteen.
“Daddy?” she called to her father in the bathroom who was still humming her closing number, the Wabash Cannon Ball, as he prepared to draw her bath. Never taking her eyes from her reflection in the mirror, she heard him turn on the water faucet and the sound of running water.
“Yes, love?” he said.
“Do you think I should start wearing sexier clothes — I mean, see-through tops and things like that? It might, help the act.”
Victor exited the bathroom and stood in the doorway, totally naked himself. For a man of forty, he had a remarkably full scrotum and a long, though slightly narrow penis. “For now,” he said, “the act is doing fine as it is. More daring costumes would only remove the air of mystery about you, love. Four-thousand a week is four-thousand a week. I think it best that we maintain your present image for a few more years.” He ran his dark blue eyes up and down the length of his delectable daughter’s body, pleased with what he saw. “Leave everything to me, sweet. Trust me.”
“I always have,” she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
Already she was beginning what she called “the mushies”. The mushies came over her boy, making her feel passive and willing and eager whenever it was almost time to have sex with her father, which was often. Ever since she had been twelve and her father had indoctrinated her young body to the pleasures of sex, she felt this same anticipatory tingle run through her body when she was all alone with her Daddy just prior to bedtime. She listened to the water running in the tub and knew that in a few minutes she would be in the hot water and Daddy would be scrubbing her back, cleansing her carefully from head to toe, and then she would wash him too, everywhere, and then they would laugh and fondle each other’s genitals before drying and getting into the king-size bed to make love. Fucking Daddy and doing all the beautiful things they did to each other was even better than getting applause on stage because it was their very special secret.
Actually, it was an extra quantity of applause a long time ago — that had led to her first sexual experience with Daddy. Her mother was a hopeless alcoholic and no longer traveled with them, so after the divorce it was just herself and Daddy. They traveled alone then, making a meager living in the lesser clubs across the country. She and Daddy slept in separate rooms then and money was scarce. She remembered vividly that night Daddy had come into her room wearing a shabby robe and slippers and sat down on the bed beside her. She was just beginning to get breasts then and the critics were beginning to call her things like a “remarkably talented young girl” and a “refreshing novelty on the country-western musical scene”.
She had broken in a few numbers that night and the audience had responded particularly well. She had even had a standing ovation which had pleased her and made her cry with joy backstage after. Listening to the water running in the bathroom now, her mind raced back to that momentous night when she was twelve.
She was there again and she could hear her father’s words dearly, as though he had spoken them only yesterday.
“Well, my darling,” he had said, “you proved that you’re star material tonight. I was talking to Gil Turner after the performance and he thinks he can get us considerably more money from now on. That means we’ll, be staying in better hotels and not having to skimp any more. I think such applause deserves a reward. After all, you’re not just a little girl any more.”
A first, Sherry had been surprised, even a little shocked, when her father had slipped out of his robe and climbed into bed beside her. But as he held her close, cuddling her and massaging her back as he spoke of the wonderful future that lay ahead for both of them, she loved the warmth of his body and reassuring words and for the first time she had felt truly secure.
“Yes,” he had said, “you deserve a reward — a very special reward — because you gave a splendid performance tonight and because you’re old enough now to know better than to mention our personal affairs with anybody, absolutely anybody. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, feeling for the first time a man’s erection pressing against her tummy. She felt no fear because she trusted Daddy and his warm hands that stroked her hair and back and bottom and, finally her budding breasts. She liked the nice things he was telling her about what a good girl she had been, and when he kissed and sucked on the nubs of her breasts she knew that he must love her very much to give her such a nice reward for tonight’s applause.
“Yes, you’re getting to be a big girl now,” he said, “and it’s time you learned a few very personal and private things. Private and secret things. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, feeling her breath coming faster and Daddy’s, too. He kissed her for a long time on the cheek as he tongued her breasts and ran his hands adoringly over her entire body. Then be kissed her full on the lips and told her he would always love his beautiful, beautiful daughter. She said she loved him too and that was the first time she had gone all mushy inside. Mushy was the only way she could describe it.
When he told her to lay on her back and spread her legs a little she obeyed willingly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. And that was when she really fell in love with Daddy. She lay there on her back with her legs apart while he gently rubbed the mound where she was beginning to get hair, just above her hole. He did that for a long time, and it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. He rubbed her legs and knees too and patted her bottom. His hand sort of half-tickled, half-rubbed all up and down her lower body, especially up and down the inside of her legs, until she thought she would die if he didn’t touch her hole.
Finally he told her that she had been such a good girl and gotten so much applause that he was going to play with her pussy a little. That was the first time she had ever heard the word pussy but she immediately knew what he meant and when he slowly dipped his finger into the juicy top part of her pussy and began rubbing it she knew that she must have been a very, very good girl to deserve such a wonderful reward.
“Daddy,” she said, “that feels so good. Oh, Daddy.”
“Yes, sweet,” he said. “I know. Just lie there and Daddy will make you feel even better.” He massaged her whole pussy with his palm, softly running his palm up and down until she could hear wet, smacking sounds, but mostly be concentrated on the top where it felt best. At the same time be kept sucking on her breasts and whispering in her ear all the nice things she had wanted to hear: “Daddy’s proud of his girl… she’s a fine singer… she’s very, very pretty… she always minds her Daddy… never tell their secrets… she’s going to be rich some day, too, because Daddy is saving all the money she earns… Daddy loves her very much and wants to make her happy…”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sherry breathed. “Yes, Daddy. Oh, I love what you’re doing to my-my pussy!”
“There are lots of nice things to do, sweet,” he said, “and Daddy’s going to show them to you because you’re such a wonderful girl and sing so beautifully. I have to teach you a lot of words, too — secret words. Here,” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his erection. “This is called a prick. Or you can call it a cock or a hard-on or any special word you want to make up for it. The real word is penis, though. It feels good when you play with it just as good as when I play with your pussy.”
“Oh, it couldn’t feel as good as when you play with my pussy,” Sherry said. “Does it really?”
“Yes, it feels just as good,” Daddy assured her.
“I know what I’ll call it,” she said. “It seems to want to push and poke… I’ll call it my poker, okay?”
“All right, sweet,” Daddy said. “You can call it whatever you want. And you’re right. It does want to poke inside you — between your legs. See how big and stiff it gets, and see how wet your pussy gets? Well, that’s the way nature made men and women. The poker is supposed to go inside the pussy and it feels better than anything in the whole world.”
“Are you going to put your poker inside my pussy?” Sherry asked.
“Yes, dear — pretty soon — but first it’s nice to play and do other things, don’t you think?”
“Ummmm, yes, it’s wonderful playing this way, but I can hardly wait for your poker to poke inside my pussy and feel what it’s like.”
“You will, love. Just be patient. Oh, yes, there are other words for a pussy, too. Some people call it a cunt or a snatch or a twat. There are lots of nicknames for your hole, just as many as there are for penis. But the real word for it is vagina. Whenever you go to the doctor or anything you must call it your vagina, all right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sherry said. “Vagina.”
Sherry lay there while her Daddy kept rubbing the thing that felt so good at the top of her pussy. He called it her clitoris or clit, but she called it her tingle button. She ran her hand up and down his prick just the way he showed her to, jacking him off as he called it until pretty soon her tingle button got so tingly, she could feel tingling sensations all over her body, like little electric currents, and she shuddered and shook and cried out that the most wonderful feeling she had ever known had happened to her body — all over.
He told her that is normal — the very best part — and that it’s called coming. He told her men come too and they squirt white juice when they came and it feels just as good to men as tingling does to women. Almost everybody calls it come, be explained, but the correct word for the love juice is sperm. Sperm makes babies, he said, and it comes from the two balls in the sac beneath his penis. He told her the correct word for balls is testicles.
“Are we going to make a baby?” Sherry asked, a little frightened.
“No, you’re not old enough for that yet,” Daddy said, “and anyway daddies aren’t supposed to make babies in their daughters. That’s what I meant when I said that this is our secret. But you’ve been such a good girl and making the audiences so happy with your singing I thought you deserved this special, secret reward.”
“Oh Daddy!” Sherry said. “Yes, thank you, thank you! You’re the most wonderful, considerate Daddy in the world. I love you,” and she showered him with kisses. “Shall I keep on jacking you off?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I’m going to come soon and I think you’re old enough now to see what it’s like when a man comes. Keep going up and down duly just a little faster.”
He turned on his side then and flicked on the bedside light. Then he lay on his back and watched his daughter’s hand slide up and down his hard-on under the bright light. “Watch the tip,” he rasped. “Pretty soon the sperm will come shooting out the slit at the top.”
Sherry leaned closer, curiously inspecting the slit he referred to, waiting for her Daddy to shoot out his sperm. He crossed his ankles then, stiffened somewhat, and began thrusting his hips to meet the motion of her hand. Then he said, “Watch closely, Sherry. It’s coming now. It’s going to come out. Oh, oh, there it goes… it’s coming out now… there… there…”
Sherry watched, wide-eyed in wonder as the cream burst from her Daddy’s jerking prick, spouted up in rapid bursts as he moaned and his face contorted in pleasure. His balls kept moving too, as though they helped to fling the sticky fluid out his poker. His poker became noticeably softer in her hand then as his juice stopped flying up into the air and just oozed out the end down onto her hand and his balls. Instinctively, she dipped her forefinger into some of the liquid and tasted it. “It’s sort of tasteless,” she said. “It doesn’t taste like much of anything.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Daddy said. He was very much out of breath and he was panting and his eyes were closed.
“Did it feel good?” Sherry asked.
“Coming is the very best thing in the world,” he managed to mutter. “For men or women. There’s-there’s nothing like it — nothing like it. Yea, it felt marvelous.”
“Are you still going to put your poker in my pussy?” Sherry asked.
“Yes, sweet, but people always rest for a while before they come again.” He lit a cigarette and she stared down at his poker, which had returned to its normal size now. Then she cuddled up close to him and inhaled the masculine scent of his body. She ran her fingers over his eyebrows and his chin and the lines in his face. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she said. “That was the most wonderful reward you ever gave me. I hope I deserve lots of rewards. I want people to applaud and scream and love the way I sing so you’ll give me rewards the rest of my life. I’ll make you proud of me. Every night want a reward just like this. Ummmm. You’ll see, Daddy. I’m going to make you so proud of me you’ll want to give me rewards three times a day. During intermissions even!”
“Yes, I’m sure you will, dear,” Victor Redgrave said. “I’m certain you will.” Insatiable, he thought, just like her mother — before the booze got to her.
About fifteen minutes later he instructed his daughter to play with his prick, to fondle it lovingly so that she would know how a penis grew and prepared itself to fuck a woman’s pussy. Sherry liked the words fuck and screw from the very beginning. They were such descriptive words! Much better than sexual intercourse. While Daddy played with her tingle button again and fondled her titties she caressed his sleeping piker and marveled at the way it grew and stood up so straight and hard, just like a snake. Daddy explained some of the technicalities which created the male erection to her — all about blood filling the tissues inside a poker — but she liked the part where he said that “mainly a poker naturally wants to slip inside a hot, slippery pussy. It knows when a pussy is getting hot and wet and it just naturally wants to go inside there.”
“You’re right,” Sherry said. “My pussy’s getting all wet and ready for the poker, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is, my love.”
He instructed her to put her mouth over the end of his poker for a moment and kissed it. She did and she could feel his poker get even harder as she did so. Then he told her to move her mouth slowly up and down his thing, just the way she’d done when she’d jacked him off, and she did, that for a while, too. She rubbed his balls, too, and she could tell he liked it. “A girl’s mouth feels almost like a pussy,” he explained. “I’ll let you do that longer some time so that you’ll become very good at it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. “It sure makes your poker nice and stiff. You could even squirt your come inside my mouth, couldn’t you?”
“Yes, dear,” he said, “but we’ll save that for another time when you’ve got lots and lots of applause.”
“All right, Daddy.”
Sherry lay there wondering what came next. Pretty soon her father turned off the bedside light and went over and turned on the bathroom light. He closed the door part way so that the room was not bright but so you could still see. “Some things are even better in a sort of dim light,” he said, returning and lying once again beside her on the bed. “Lie back down with your legs parted.” She obeyed, wondering what be had in mind. She soon found out Daddy began playing with her titties and her tingle button again until she thought — she thought she would come for the second time.
“Men kiss women between their legs, too,” he said, “just the way you were doing to my poker. You’ve been such a good girl I’m going to show you one more secret before I fuck you. This feels wonderful and you should like it very much.”
Already Sherry could imagine her Daddy’s tongue where his finger now stroked and she could hardly wait to see how this new sensation he described would feel. He kissed her breasts for a while, then began moving his head lower and lower, licking her tummy and belly button and hips and legs with his tongue before he finally began licking her tingle button. Where before there had been only friction, now there was friction plus hot and wet there at the same time!
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, running her fingers through his thick hair. “Ohhhhh, that feels soooo wonderful… Oh, Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…”
She spread her legs wider and scooted her heels across the sheet up to her buttocks and began to rotate her pelvis as the hot, darting tongue gently dabbed at her little nub of flesh. “Does everybody do this?” she asked, panting. “It-it feels so wonderful I don’t see why people don’t just do this all the time.”
“Yes, sweet,” Daddy murmured, his voice far and muffled sounding as he tried to talk and continue the work with his tongue. “Everybody does it — at least almost everybody — before they fuck.”
Victor Redgrave had never enjoyed licking a pussy as much as he now enjoyed licking his daughter’s. He had never dined on such a young, delicious cunt — so young, so firm, so tight, so perfectly tasty. He let his mouth take frequent departures from his daughter’s clitoris and bathed his daughter’s entire seething nest, taking great care to deposit long, cleansing kisses on each cunt lip and probe the little interior lips — he thought of these inner lips as little filets because they were so tender — so that Sherry would know the ultimate in oral delights. As he tongued her tight little anus, she bristled for just an instant, shocked, but then she relaxed once again and let him have his way as she realized that Daddy intended only feelings of pleasure and delight for his daughter. A reward was a reward and certainly Daddy would not do anything unworthy of her.
Just like her mother, Victor caught himself thinking as he thrust his tongue as far as it would go into the channel of her vagina. Christ, Sherry’s mother could lie there all day while he licked her cunt. In fact, he sometimes wondered if she didn’t prefer to come via his tongue than his prick. She had always said that she enjoyed his oral ministrations no more than conventional kicking, but he had noticed a distinct preference to achieve her orgasms while he was mouthing her rather than fucking her, especially toward the end when her alcoholism had progressed so pitifully.
Now Sherry had slipped into the same kind of trance her mother had once displayed when he licked her pussy. Heredity will out, he thought as he felt her fingers digging into his hair, her hips thrusts increase in tempo, listened to her steady, near-demented wail of ecstasy as his tongue bathed her clitoris and he gulped down great mouthfuls of thick lubricant. Just when he knew that she was ready to come, a somewhat sadistic urge came over him. He decided suddenly to save at least a few delights for their next session. No, he didn’t wish to take all the wonder and mystery during their first love bout.
For now, kicking his daughter’s tight, young twat; depriving her of her virginity; deflowering her once and for all, would be sufficient. Besides, it had been a long time since he had imbedded his cock in a cunt and he didn’t want to ruin her response by making her come with his tongue. Oddly, too, he had never kicked a virgin — who kicked them all, anyway? — and he longed to feel the cunt walls clench his thrusting meat as he probed the secret depths of his own daughter’s cunt. Yes, his own daughter! His own daughter! He reveled in the unspeakable vileness of the act he was about to perform. He would make a sex slave of her to do his bidding. Beautiful, beautiful incest… the forbidden luxury of the Gods and the ancient Egyptians… for Victor Redgrave.
Victor had very long and sensitive fingers as well as long fingernails. He began finger-fucking his daughter, allowing his finger to penetrate farther up her vagina with each thrust of his hand. Expertly, he pressed against the thin partition of flesh that marked her as a virgin.
He felt its resistance, savored the elasticity of the thin partition of flesh, then severed the thin membrane with his fingernail. There would still be slight bleeding, no doubt, but he guessed that this would be the best way to prepare her tight cunt for the entrance of his prick. He had heard that often prior to wedding nights brides visited doctors and had them break the obstacle of their vaginal membranes with a scalpel so as to insure a more trouble-free sexual encounter with their husbands.
“Ouch,” Sherry said.
“It’s all right, sweet,” he said. “Daddy’s just preparing you for our kick. It’s all right.”
“Did you do that to mother the first time, too?” she asked.
“Everybody does it slightly different,” he answered, not answering her question directly. Hell, Sherry’s mother had probably been kicked a hundred times — maybe a thousand — by the time their wedding night had arrived. “Just relax now while I put my poker inside your pussy.”
He spread her legs very wide apart, then raised himself on knees and elbows above her and began running his rigid cock about in her hot honey chasm. Now and then he inserted the head of his member partly into the chasm to prepare her both physically and psychologically for what was to follow.
“Oh, Daddy,” Sherry groaned. “You’re really going to put your poker inside my pussy, aren’t you? I can hardly wait to see how it feels,” she said. “Why don’t you stick it all the way in so I can feel it way up. Hurry, Daddy, and fuck my pussy!”
“I will, honey,” he said. “But you must be patient. I’m preparing you. This is your first time and I don’t want to hurt you. It may hurt just a little this first time but from now on it will feel wonderful. I promise. I’ll be as gentle as I can. If it hurts you must tell me, all right?”
“All right, Daddy.”
Sherry could gradually feel Daddy inching the full length of his poker in her pussy now. He was trying to be gentle and patient, she could tell, but she also sensed that he was anxious to get all of the poker inside her. It was a struggle for poor Daddy, so she decided to help him. She had once seen dogs kicking and she had noticed how anxious the male had been to get his poker in the female and she knew it must be absolute hell for Daddy holding back this way.
She remembered the pitiful look on the male pig’s face as he pumped, trying to find the female’s hole and then the complete satisfaction and look of fulfillment of the dog once he’d found the hole and stuck it all the way in. Poor Daddy was suffering now and she decided to help him. She reached down and took his poker with her hand and then shoved up hard with her hips so that almost all of his poker went up inside her.
The act proved to be something of a mistake because she suddenly realized that her unfucked hole was very tight and the stab of pain brought tears to her eyes. “Ow! Ow!” she cried.
“You shouldn’t have done that, honey,” Daddy said. “I was trying to save you pain by putting it in slowly. I didn’t want to hurt my baby’s pussy. Did it hurt much?”
“Just a little,” she lied. “But-but now it’s okay. I wanted it all the way in, Daddy. I-I couldn’t wait.”
Gradually the pain subsided and gave way to pleasure as Daddy slowly began a rhythmic movement with his poker. His hand was on her bottom now and he was shoving his poker all the way up inside her and breathing very hard in her ear. He kept saying, “Oh, my baby, my beautiful daughter. Oh, that beautiful, tight, tight pussy.”
“Does it feel good inside me, Daddy?” she asked, responding with little pelvic thrusts of her own.
“Yes, darling. It’s very hot and tight inside your pussy. I hope this reward isn’t hurting you. Is it?”
“Oh, no, Daddy,” she said. Actually it still hurt her just a little, but it was beginning to feel better all the time. It was a nice kind of hurt now and feeling less painful all the time better… better. “No, it’s a wonderful reward, Daddy. Fuck me!”
His poker was really poking now and she knew what he’d meant when he’d said that sticking it in her mouth was almost like fucking a pussy.
She was glad that he had stuck it in her mouth first because she knew now exactly what it was doing down there inside her hole. She could visualize the head poking inside the darkness of bar and getting ready to spurt sperm into her pussy. She imagined it in her mouth again, felt the smooth foreskin slightly bunched up and then unbunching as it poked inward and then unbunching again as it went on the backstroke.
Having it in her mouth had been a good idea because now she understood the mechanics of what the poker was really doing inside her cuntpussy-twat-snatch-hole. She imagined it in her mouth and she could taste it as it kicked her pussy.
Her father transferred his weight now to one side more, so that his left hand was free, and then he began stroking her tingle button as he kicked harder and harder. Boy, he really must be getting ready to shoot his sperm into her, she thought, because he was grunting and holding her bottom hard with his other hand and talking about coming inside her tight little slit… coming… coming…
His fondling her clit made the fuck even better. She felt that she would come the way she had the first time with his mouth as his finger worked on her tingle button. Strangely though, there was another nice feeling, different but very, very nice, beginning way inside her pussy. It was a much deeper feeling and she was sure that it was the plunging poker that was causing it. Suddenly the deeper feeling began spreading, spreading all over her body and it was frightening how good it felt.
“Oh, Daddy, Daddy,” she began calling very loud, much louder than she wanted to yell and she didn’t want to yell at all because the people in the next apartment might hear her but she couldn’t help it… it was so good… so wonderful… like nothing she could compare it to. The finger worked on her tingle button, too, and that was bringing on another kind of come at the same time but it was that deeper feeling that was driving her crazy and making her scream now. Finally, the feeling rose to such intensity that she knew she was going to come again, only this time it was two comes she felt one on her tingle button and one far, far inside from the stabbing poker.
“I’m coming now, Daddy,” she squealed. “Oh, Daddy, I’m coming now… all over… I’m coming now… two ways… two ways two kinds of comes at once… Ohhhhhhhh, da-ddddd-eeeeeee!”
Victor had been holding back, but he drove savagely into his daughter’s tight quiff muff box. Strange that those words that he hadn’t taught her entered his mind at the precise instant that he came. It was easily the best, most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. His daughter’s long legs locked tightly behind his own and he felt her shudder all over as she reached the heights and squealed, “Daddy, Daddy,” over and over again in his ear. It was not only the tightness of the virgin cunt and the gushing slipperiness of her vagina that made it a milestone in his sexual life. No, although he could deny that the mechanics of this copulation were better than anything he had ever dreamed of, he realized that it was the psychological aspect that made this like no orgasm he had ever attained before. It was the fact that he had fucked his own flesh and blood. He had fucked his own virgin daughter! He had fucked his twelve-year-old daughter and now he had years and years of continued fucking with her. He would watch her mature, watch her breasts blossom and her body take on the swell of total womanhood, and all the while he would be fucking her, teaching her every nuance of the sexual act. He would make her his total sex slave to do his bidding whenever and however he wanted. Yes, be would create an inseparable relationship that would make her forever his and only his.
They both lay there panting, resting. Finally, he withdrew his dwindling manhood and lay beside her. He lit a cigarette.
“Thank you, Daddy, for the wonderful reward,” Sherry said. “There’s nothing in the whole world like that feeling. I’m sure. Coming is better than anything — anything!”
She cuddled up close and held his soft cock in her hands lovingly. “It’s my poker, Daddy, isn’t it? You won’t put it in any other female’s pussy ever, will you?”
“No, sweet,” Victor said. “But that works two ways, Sherry. This is our secret and you mustn’t let any other man put his poker in your pussy either, right?”
“Oh, no, Daddy,” she said. “Never. Never. I just want yours.”
Just before he drifted off into a deep sleep, Victor knew that at the moment Sherry meant her vow to remain true to him. She didn’t have any idea how tenacious and persistent young men could be with a lovely girl, and Sherry certainly promised to develop into something males would be after. Well, he thought, I’ll worry about that later. For now, I have a few years to create the sex slave of my dreams — to prepare Sherry for the inevitable outsiders.